HP: Wizards at Hogwarts

Chapter 97 Shocking! Snape secretly does crafts in his office!

After saying goodbye to Harry and Ron, Elaine suddenly remembered something else.

It's been half a month since I last delivered the herbs that I had magically ripened. I wonder how many potions Snape has brewed.

Perhaps I should ask him about it sometime!

There's no time like the present, let's do it today.

So after dinner that evening, Elaine went to Snape's office.

Thump thump thump—

After knocking three times, Elivin pushed the door open and went in without waiting for a reply.

"Professor, you're busy—"

"Eek!!"

"You're doing your handicrafts without pants on?!"

Snape's office was located underground, and it was completely dark, whether it was day or night.

The only light source in the room was the flickering candlelight.

The candlelight was blue-green, and when paired with the dark gold, flower-like candlesticks and the long, thick, milky-white candles, it instantly added a touch of mystery to the entire office.

Snape sat in his seat, facing the candlesticks directly and the door to the side.

He lifted a corner of his large wizard's robe, and pulled up his trousers to reveal a hideous, bloody wound on his leg.

He is applying medicine to his wound.

Upon seeing Elaine enter uninvited, Snape's face immediately darkened.

"Elevit Yakut, I don't think I've given you permission to come in yet!"

His face looked ashen, as if he'd been coated with a whole jar of compound herbal medicine, yet he didn't pull up his pants.

Since his condition had already been seen, there was no point in hiding it anymore, so Snape decided to just apply the medicine first to avoid having to do it again later.

"Yeah?"

"But I clearly heard a 'please come in' voice."

Elaine has lied through his teeth more than once or twice; sometimes he can just blurt it out without thinking, faster than a conditioned reflex.

Snape stared at him, wide-eyed. "If there's something wrong with your ears, I can prescribe you a calming potion," guaranteeing you'll never hallucinate again!

What kind of calming potion?!

I think what you want to make is a deafness medication!

"No need for that. I think listening to music is a better way for people and animals to feel calm than taking medicine."

Snape sneered at this.

"music?"

"Are you talking about the noise you made this afternoon?"

"Honestly, I thought Hagrid had messed up his job guarding the Forbidden Forest again, accidentally letting some monster in heat out and making a ruckus in the castle!"

Clearly, Snape didn't pick up on Elaine's hint and even thought he was taking the blame for him, so he started speaking in a sarcastic tone.

Elaine, of course, didn't indulge him.

"Professor, it's November now, not the heat season."

"I think it's more likely that the monsters that escaped smelled the blood of their prey and became restless."

"You know, around this time of year, some animals always try to catch and store food in advance, such as dead rats, dead bats, dead snakes, etc., so that they can more easily survive the winter."

Elaine deliberately emphasized the words "food" and "the smell of blood."

Now Snape understood Elaine's implication: he was saying he was a dead rat, a dead bat, a dead snake!

This is absolutely outrageous!!

Snape flew into a rage: "Enough! What are you doing here at this hour?!"

"What are you doing?! Hmph—"

Elaine sneered, "Of course I'm here to ask how well your craftsmanship is going!"

Craftsmanship?

Snape instinctively looked down at the wound on his leg.

Elivin's eye twitched: "Not this one!"

"I was asking about the new potions!"

"It's been a month since I last delivered the herbs that had been used to accelerate ripening. How many potions have you made?"

"Don't forget, we still need to put it on the shelves and sell it!"

So that's what you wanted to know!

Snape rolled his eyes at Elaine, got up, walked to his desk, and tossed a small notebook over.

See for yourself!

Elaine took the notebook, opened it, and saw that it was Snape's record book on developing the potion.

Everything was meticulously recorded, from the types and quantities of the ripening herbs he had sent over, to the types and quantities of non-herbal materials Snape himself had added, as well as the dosage and results required for each potion.

To date, Snape has brewed a total of 543 potions, including 50 bottles of the Water of Life and Death, 50 bottles of potion for treating scabies, and...

吐真剂50瓶、欢欣剂50瓶、複方汤剂100瓶、白鲜香精100瓶、魔力药水100瓶，其他各种不同药剂共计43瓶。

In addition, there are currently ten crucibles being used to brew potions, and about one-tenth of the herbs that I delivered are still left.

At this rate of potion brewing, in about half a month, all the herbs Elaine brought over last time will be used up, and the number of new potions will reach about 600 bottles!

Since the last 100 potions were made by Snape using the remaining herbs plus some of his own private stash, the types and quantities were not as varied as the previous potions, but rather scattered.

Ten minutes later, Elaine put down the ledger.

"Have you tested the effects of these potions? How do they compare to other potions on the market?"

"It's at least 50% more effective than any potion on the market!" Snape said, glancing at his injured leg.

Elaine noticed his gaze and immediately understood.

They've already used the wound medicine!

No wonder it's so accurate!

Sensing Elaine's gaze, Snape grew even more displeased: "Is there anything else? If not, get out of here!"

Elaine chuckled: "It was fine before, but now that you've said that, it's in trouble!"

Snape suppressed his anger: "Speak now!"

Elaine pointed to the bottles and jars on the corner shelf: "I want to ask you for some materials."

"I just calculated that even after making all 600 potions, I still have a lot of herbs left over from what I gave you before. It's not unreasonable for me to exchange those for some materials, is it?"

It's not excessive, but—

"What do you need the materials for?" Snape frowned.

He clearly sensed that Elaine had ulterior motives.

"Time to research new magic potions!"

After more than a month, Elaine has fully absorbed the medical knowledge of [Polusica].

Now, he felt it was time to try making "life potions" and "soul potions".

Snape was silent for a moment, but finally agreed.

"You can take it, but I need to keep an eye on it."

Snape had a vast collection of materials, most of which were very valuable, and some were so rare that they were practically priceless.

He wouldn't let Elaine waste such good stuff.