Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil

The students were a little flustered, but they didn't know where to get the materials.

Snape gave a soft hum, then waved his wand, and instantly various potion ingredients flew up from the materials shelf next to the podium and landed on each student's desk.

He then waved his wand, and lines of clear instructions immediately appeared on the blackboard.

While Puni's words were correct, they were not entirely complete, and naturally he wouldn't let these young wizards follow Puni's instructions word for word.

"Remember the order of stirring, the amount of more, the direction of stirring—these are all crucial to whether you can successfully make the potion!"

After writing down all the requirements, Snape continued to patrol the classroom.

His footsteps were almost silent, but the rustling of his robes through the air was clearly audible.

After circling around a few times, the techniques and movements of the people around him made his air pressure drop even lower.

"Don't you observe your slug?"

A sinister voice suddenly rang out behind Puni.

Snape stared at the steamer on the table, squinting.

"You think the points I make on the blackboard are less important than the explanations you see in the book?"

Puni knew what the Sculptor was talking about.

He clearly explained on the blackboard that when steaming slugs, one should observe whether the magical patterns inside their bodies can function normally.

The book simply states that you only need to steam the slugs for ten minutes.

Marcos was so startled by the sudden sound that he almost dropped the grinding pestle in his hand.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief when he realized that Professor Snape's target was not him but Puni, but he quickly became anxious again.

His eyes involuntarily glanced towards Puni, worried that his good brother was being tormented by this gloomy professor.

"You can also gouge out your eyeballs and grind them in a mortar."

Professor Snape spoke without even looking at Marcos.

Marcos: (=°Д°=)!

He quickly lowered his head and began to work on the snake's fangs.

"Professor, I just don't want the temperature in the steamer to drop in the early stages, as this would prolong the steaming time and might even destroy the slug's stable magic."

Snape glanced at the timer on the corner of Penny's table but didn't say anything.

Three more minutes passed.

At 6 minutes and 30 seconds.

Puni gently lifted the lid and then quickly used tweezers to pick out a broken slug.

Snape looked over.

This slug may have had a problem; its body was damaged during steaming, and some of its contents leaked out.

Fortunately, Puni was extremely quick and managed to remove it before it contaminated the steamer.

"Well handled." Snape didn't leave.

Another minute passed.

There are two and a half minutes left in the ten minutes.

Puni lifted the lid again and took out the remaining slugs.

There are three in total, and each one is steamed and boiled perfectly, so it can be used directly as a medicinal material.

"Very good." Snape tapped Penny's table lightly with his finger, and then stopped observing him.

The other students, who had just breathed a sigh of relief seeing Professor Snape always by Penny's side, were immediately on edge again when they saw a large black moth fluttering around the classroom once more.

"The ingredients for potions also contain magical properties unique to them. By matching, blending, or restraining these properties, you can create a potion with miraculous effects—how interesting."

Puni never brewed potions at home himself.

Although Professor Snape was very sharp-tongued, what he said was indeed very reasonable.

Brewing potions is a dangerous task that requires patience, experience, and skill.

Even the slightest discomfort could cause the potion to explode, affecting oneself or even causing greater destruction.

Dylan wouldn't go looking for trouble right from the start.

Even learning magic is the same.

He will try to do things that are not dangerous and safe on his own, but when it comes to things that could potentially endanger his life, he will rationally press the pause button.

He simply found learning magic interesting, and he imagined that if he could achieve immortality, the journey would be very interesting. This doesn't mean he was a fool.

Knowing there's danger involved, why would you still do it? If you were to throw your life away, wouldn't you truly become the kind of fool and idiot Professor Snape was talking about?

That's such a boring way to die; Puni doesn't like it.

Puni placed all the materials into the crucible and began stirring.

My first attempt at brewing magic potions went very smoothly.

Perhaps it was because he had read a lot of theoretical knowledge that he remained calm even though it was his first time doing it.

In short, Puni had many thoughts and feelings about his potion.

Indeed, practice proves the truth!

The pot of potion in front of Puni, after all the ingredients were put into it, first changed color very strangely, then turned into an eerie green, and then gradually changed again, becoming cloudy and bubbly...

"Life and death."

Professor Snape's words, spoken not long ago, resurfaced in Penny's mind.

Yes, everything seemed to be happening slowly in the crucible he was stirring.

"Bang!"

A slight explosion was heard, but it wasn't the potion Puni was brewing that exploded. Instead, as he finished stirring, the murky and viscous liquid suddenly became clear.

At the same time, the impurities in the medicinal materials were stirred to the very center of the crucible, and finally suddenly flew upwards with the smoke.

The slight explosion just now was the sound of those impurities turning into smoke.

It's almost done!

Puni removed the crucible from the fire and then put porcupine quills into it.

The moment those spikes touched the potion, they melted silently, like ice meeting lava.

This time it really worked.

What was originally just a clear potion now has a dreamy starlight.

Marcos watched in stunned silence.

"Whoosh!"

Professor Snape came over again.

He quickly lowered his head and fiddled with the materials in his hands.

"Not bad, he has some talent."

Snape remained expressionless, it was unclear whether he was praising someone or stating a fact.

He scooped out a spoonful of the medicine that Puni had prepared and looked at it in front of his eyes.

"These are only slightly better than those of a Potions Apprentice. You can keep these potions—don't think I'll keep your inferior potions."

Unlike Professor McGonagall, who immediately added fifteen points to Penny and Ravenclaw.

Although Puni heard some words that sounded like praise from the Siciao, the other party did not offer any real reward.

Puni just shrugged.

He didn't really care about these college points.

"Could you please get me some bottles? I didn't bring any."

"Hmph, it seems that besides brewing potions, you can't even do the most basic pre-class preparations properly."

Snape neither smiled nor laughed, but he still turned around and brought him two bottles.

"—Take this, don't be clumsy in my classroom and spill it everywhere."