Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 199 Rice: Daphne, you have a talent for potions!

"Rice, are you kidding me?" Daphne always thought she was quite strong, but even at her most confident, she never dared to put herself on the same level as Mystic, no, Voldemort.

"Of course I'm not joking. Although you're not as talented as your sister, you've still studied magic with me for seven years. If you can't even handle Voldemort..." Rhys glanced at Daphne and said slowly, "Then when people ask you where you learned magic in the future, you absolutely mustn't mention me. Even if you can beat him, just don't mention my name."

Daphne: ...

Seeing that Rice was so confident in herself, Daphne was happy, but what did it mean that her talent was inferior to her sister's? She clearly far surpassed her sister in terms of magic control!

"So, according to you, you can now easily beat God... I mean Voldemort?" Daphne retorted instinctively. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized she'd misspoke: her question was a bit too tricky. Comparing such a young wizard as Rice to Voldemort was simply too unfair.

Besides, who in the wizarding world dares to say they can definitely beat Voldemort? Lockhart doesn't count.

However, even Daphne herself was unaware that deep within her heart, in an inconspicuous corner, lay a faint thought that Rhys could defeat Voldemort.

After all, since I met him, he has been almost omnipotent.

Rice glanced at Daphne: "I've used Voldemort's Horcruxes for medicine. Who do you think is stronger, me or him? Perhaps Voldemort at his peak could have escaped unscathed from me."

"Even if... Voldemort really does come back, sister, with Rice on our side, we can definitely defeat him!" Seeing that her sister seemed to have said something wrong, Astoria quickly smoothed things over and gently changed the subject.

As for why they considered Voldemort their enemy, when Rhys chose to use Voldemort's Horcrux to heal Astoria, the Greengrass family was destined to stand on the opposite side of Voldemort.

Rice didn't care much about the Daphne sisters' lack of confidence in their own abilities; what he cared about was their courage to call Voldemort by his name.

Rice was pleased to see that both of them could address him by his first name.

If his apprentice doesn't even dare to call Voldemort by name, he'll really lose face.

"I'll prepare some supplementary potions, and then you can receive the treatment."

Astoria nodded silently. Given the special nature of the main medicine, she was still under a lot of psychological pressure.

Rice knew she was under pressure.

Perhaps keeping it from her would be more beneficial for her treatment, but Rice believes that exposing her to the truth will be good for her growth. A good wizard might be nurtured in a greenhouse, but a great wizard certainly cannot be born from one.

After Astoria's treatment ended, Riddle, who had been used, could be recycled and reused by Rice to treat Ravenclaw.

Hopefully, he can draw enough power from the curse attached to Astoria's soul! Ravenclaw needs a stronger soul.

If the soul strength is insufficient, it might explode immediately upon contact.

Of course, after these two treatments, the fragments of Riddle in the diary were definitely ruined; even Rice's intervention couldn't restore his sanity. But what did it matter? It was that mad, dark wizard who was paying the price anyway.

In Rice's eyes, any price was worth paying as long as he could cure his old friend and apprentice.

Rice then stopped talking and focused on finishing her meal.

After the last plate was emptied, it was time to wash up and go to bed.

……

The next day, the Slytherin students would have Potions class together with the Gryffindor students.

In the smoke-filled Potions classroom, Snape walked back and forth between the students' desks, checking on their progress in preparing the anti-swelling potion.

This medicine is an antidote for swelling, and applying a small amount regularly can also reduce edema and dampness.

"You'd better take this seriously and learn how to make your own potions, because in the next lesson I'll teach you how to make swelling potions... I'll pick a 'lucky' little wizard to test the potion." Although Snape said he would pick a little wizard, his eyes never left Harry.

The Malfoy trio couldn't help but chuckle, while the other Slytherin students watched the whole thing with amusement.

"Drug testing..." Daphne pouted, clearly not approving of this teaching method.

"An excellent teaching model, but unfortunately it's mixed with too many personal grudges." Rice, however, completely agreed. "Would you dare use a potion that even the pharmacist who prepared it wouldn't dare use? This is a responsible teaching method—if he really just randomly selected people."

"The role of apothecaries is very important on journeys and adventures." A hint of nostalgia flashed across Rice's face.

When he was adventuring with Godric and the others, he was in charge of preparing everything from combat potions to cough syrups. After preparing the potions, he would always try to test them first. If he was confident in a particular potion, he would use it himself; if he wasn't so sure, he would catch a toad.

"After you finish making this potion, do you want to test it on yourself?" Rice glanced at Daphne.

"Of course, no problem!" Daphne was very confident in her abilities.

"Very good," Rice smiled with satisfaction. "If you succeed, I'll reward you with a spell to strengthen the house's magic. How about that?"

After teaching Daphne the basics, Rice decided to switch to a reward system—he would only teach her spells not found in the book if she performed exceptionally well.

This is also a way to enhance a child's interest in learning, so that she doesn't feel that sharing knowledge is free.

Rice was already incredibly kind. These spells were painstakingly collected or researched by him and his friends, yet he casually gave them away as rewards for simple tasks. A thousand years ago, he would have been considered a great philanthropist.

"Could it be an offensive spell?"

"Okay, how about a spell to temporarily revitalize the land?"

After a brief negotiation, Rice and Daphne reached a "deal." Daphne also began to seriously study the notes Snape had left on the blackboard.

"Hey, elderberry berries only need to be juiced, right? That means you don't necessarily need to chop them with a knife?" she suddenly asked softly.

"certainly."

"There's a filtration step afterward, which means it's okay if the filter cloth comes into contact with the potion during the potion-making process?" A bold glint flashed in Daphne's eyes.

Seeing Rice nod, she bent down without hesitation and took off her shoes.

Rice: ?

Daphne took out a handkerchief, piled all the elderberries needed for the potion onto it, and then wrapped them up. After doing this, she picked up her shoe and vigorously pounded the handkerchief with her heel until the berries were mashed into a pulp. Then she threw the handkerchief into the crucible.

Daphne: Hehe~

Rice couldn't help but exclaim from the bottom of her heart: Daphne, you have a talent for potions.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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