Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

"Remember the order of stirring, the amount of more, the amount of less, and 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 write on the blackboard are not as good as 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 his heart quickly tightened 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 stable magic inside the slug."

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, then stopped observing him.

The other students, who had just breathed a sigh of relief seeing Professor Snape staying close to Penny, 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. It's really interesting that by matching, blending, or restraining these properties, you can create a potion with amazing effects."

Puni never brewed magic 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.

Puni 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.

"Oh!"

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.

"Shh!"

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 slightly better than those of a potion 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 what sounded like praise from the Siciao, the other party offered no real reward.

Puni just shrugged.

He didn't really care about the college grades.

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

Chapter 32 Even on a chessboard, a little Severus emerges.

What a stubborn and arrogant little Severus.

"Hmm? Little Severus?"

Puni suddenly realized that perhaps some interesting little heroes should emerge in his Golden Dragon Battle.

The thought of turning Stalin into a chibi-style Little Hero even made Puni inexplicably excited.

"We can leave the kill effects for now, but my Little Legends absolutely must have voice acting, just like the cards! And those animations... we need to design them properly."

Puni mumbled as he poured the boil treatment medicine into the bottle.

Marcos spent a long time trying, and despite his clumsiness, he miraculously managed to brew the potion.

Just then, he saw Puni's strange and rambling appearance and was taken aback.

Is this what is going on?

As if struck by a thought, his eyes widened.

Could it be that this evil moth professor poisoned his good brother?!

Even after class ended, Marcos lingered suspiciously next to Puni, looking hesitant and unsure of what to say.

"Are you poisoned?" Puni glanced at him sideways.

Seeing that his good brother seemed to be alright, Marcos breathed a sigh of relief: "I was wondering what you were muttering to yourself earlier, and I thought..."

At this point, Marcos looked around suspiciously.

"You thought Professor Snape poisoned me?" Penny chuckled. "Professor Snape isn't that kind of person. Although he does play pranks sometimes, I did pretty well in this class, didn't I? Why would he poison me?"

Before Puni could finish speaking, Marcos's eyes widened again: "Puni...you, you..."

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Puni asked, puzzled.

“There seems to be something strange on your face…” Marcos hesitated before speaking.

Puni was stunned.