Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 56: The Same Knowledge

Professor Snape wasn't always disliked by the young wizards; at least Sheen would expect to see the Potions professor in the dungeons.

Although he enjoys making sarcastic remarks, the knowledge he imparts will not disappear.

This knowledge came from the accumulated experience of a potion master over many years, and it was always just right, greatly benefiting Sheen.

In the evening, the corridors of Hogwarts were immersed in a lazy and warm atmosphere.

The setting sun cast long, golden rays through the towering arched windows onto the cold stone floor.

The edge of the forbidden forest in the distance began to blur, and a thin layer of twilight spread from the woods, slowly engulfing the tops of the towering pine trees.

Sheen, carrying a small black bag, walked past the playful young wizards.
As he passed by, several Hufflepuffs looked up and stared at him, remaining silent for a moment.

An orphan boarding at a school doesn't have many opportunities to earn money.

The way Sheen thought of to make money was probably:

Homework writing services – but the income is low and there may be competitors.

Personal shoppers—you need to know some secret channels. Sheen even suspected that the Gemini might have already entered this industry.

His preferred method was to go to the greenhouse—Professor Sprout was happy to give the young wizards some seeds, which Sheen could grow himself and then sell.

Earning Galleons is important, but if it takes away from studying magic,
Sheen would feel that the gains were not worth the losses.

Like the Notebook of the History of Magic, Sheen wouldn't rush to complete it just because he needed to earn Galleons.

The history of magic is interesting enough on its own. If one cannot take the time to develop a sincere work, but instead produces a finished product out of utilitarian motives, then...
This is hard to define as a good thing.

Thus, Professor Snape's words came at just the right time:
"Even some shoddy potions won't lack the wizards who crave them..."

When Professor Snape said those words last time, Sheen's eyes brightened considerably, causing a certain Potions professor to pause for a second.

The surrounding environment gradually became cold and dark, and Sheen pushed open the cellar door.

He was slightly disappointed not to see the potions master.

However, this did not prevent him from efficiently taking out the materials and lighting the crucible.

Professor Snape's guidance could certainly accelerate his learning progress, but without a solid foundation, he could not deeply understand and master it.

Wisps of white steam rose again from the cellar; the scene here seemed unchanged since the tenth century.

The figures in front of the crucible kept changing, but the only thing they had in common was their focused eyes.

Yes, two pairs.

Deep within the cellar, beside a row of strangely shaped specimens, a pair of gloomy eyes appeared.

At this moment, he is lingering more frequently and for longer periods beside Sheen's crucible, silently observing each step.

Progress, tremendous progress, stems from almost clumsy, persistent effort...

Just as Sheen was about to boil the slugs, a chilling voice rang out:

"Are you so stupid that you can't even recognize a slug? It's on the left side of the second shelf—"

Sheen paused, looked up at the tall shelf, and then carefully used a levitation spell to catch the glass jar.

"With your limited vision, you can only gather inferior materials."
Next time, if I see you using those inferior ingredients to desecrate a wonderful potion again...

Sheehan Green—you'd better get out of the cellar now!

Sheehan naturally ignored Professor Snape's sarcasm and was slightly taken aback—

What a strange thing it is that Professor Snape would actually let him use his own materials.
Ok,

Sheen thought,
As expected, the professors at Hogwarts were all secretly wealthy. While Sheen was once again engrossed in brewing potions, Professor Snape also fell into a rare silence.

He couldn't possibly forget that technique, even if it was just a clumsy imitation.
But this was unprecedented; very few wizards were clever enough to remember every detail of his potion-making lessons.

Constantly imitating and constantly revising is almost a universal path to success.

The wizard before me wasn't a potion-making prodigy, but he could be described as a reclusive student who also loved potion-making.
Snape had casually observed him.
He didn't care about interpersonal relationships, only about the crucible in front of him. It was hard not to see some of the shadow of the boy from Spider Alley in his mind.

And then there are those stupid explosions that Gryffindors created in Potions class...

Harry Potter, in particular, didn't even try to stop his idiot friends beforehand!

This is clearly a provocation!

Professor Snape's brow, which was often furrowed with sarcasm and dissatisfaction, relaxed slightly.

Bubbling sounds rose from the crucible, and the viscous liquid gradually turned dark green.
Sheen focused intently on controlling the heat; Master Libashe Polach's cauldron control could almost elevate the quality of the potion.

But this made Professor Snape's pupils shrink:
"Where did you learn heat control from—I don't recall ever teaching it that way!"

Sheen's heart tightened.

bad,

Does Professor Snape not agree with Master Libashu Pollack's concept of heat control?
Sheehan remembered that in the original book, when Professor Snape used Master Polacht's book, he made a lot of footnotes in the book to improve the potion-making method.

"Advanced Potion Making, Professor."

Sheen admitted.

"Ah--"

Professor Snape sneered.
"The heat was too low in the last step, and the stirring direction in step three was reversed. Do it again! Are your eyes just for decoration?"

Sheehan was taken aback. Professor Snape also knew about this hidden part?

Without hesitation, he quickly overturned the plan and started over.

Two hours later.

[You have successfully brewed a pot of scabies medicine to a proficient standard. Proficiency +10]

"Thank you, Professor."

This is the second batch of scabies medicine that Sheen has brewed at a skilled level, and it has reached the standard for sale.
Professor Snape reclaimed his potions in accordance with Hogwarts' fixed potion-recycling rules.

Although Sheen suspected it was made up on the spot,

But the professor gave him a huge sum of money, three Galleons.

So he carefully placed the Galleons in his bag without saying a word, silently thinking that potions were truly a highly profitable industry in the magical world.

Snape looked at the cautious little wizard, his face clearly saying, "Ha—no ambition."

After finishing the potion, he examined the barely passable potion potion again, a cold smile curving his lips.

His voice was like a rustling sound in a cellar, hoarse and full of malice:
"It seems that even the most barren soil can occasionally produce something decent by sheer luck."

An acceptable finished product merely means you've barely crossed the abyss of incompetence, not that you've stepped into the hall of magic potions.

Don't let arrogance numb your senses. Otherwise, regret will be the only antidote.

Sheen Greene: "Mediocrity is a choice, and here, I absolutely do not accept those who choose mediocrity."

(End of this chapter)