The Alchemist of Harry Potter

On the ceiling of the auditorium, there are large dark clouds surging, and the sky is drizzling. At the long Gryffindor table below, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were whispering together, with the latest issue of Incredible magazine in front of them.

Professor Smith's Boggart research is featured in this issue of Unbelievable, and Abbott stumps a spot at the end of the article.

However, this is what happened.

No one will pay attention to this matter, it is like the sand thrown into the lake, and it can't make any ripples at all.

Although this result is a bit unexpected, it is actually expected. There are so many people in the British magic world, what else can you expect?

"What's the point of such a discovery?" George stared at the picture in the "Unbelievable" magazine and looked at Albert suspiciously, "Unsolved a thousand-year-old mystery?"

"Should... be it!"

Albert didn't know what to say either.

"What are you talking about a thousand-year-old mystery?" Shanna asked casually, sitting across from a few people.

"This..." Fred handed the "Unbelievable" magazine to Shanna, who looked up after reading it and looked at Albert in surprise.

"You're in the magazine again?"

Albert's mouth twitched, and he asked, "Is there a class in the afternoon?"

"There are two potions classes in the afternoon." Shanna asked in confusion. "By the way, why are you not happy at all. If it were me, I would definitely find a way to collect the books and magazines that mentioned me."

"I don't have that habit." Albert said.

"By the way, I asked Hufflepuff's students at noon, and they said that potions will teach herbicides, and they also said that there will be unexpected surprises."

"Herbicide? It's unbelievable."

"What's wrong?" Several people looked at Albert in confusion, not understanding why he was so surprised.

"The smell of herbicides is disgusting." Albert frowned. "Can you imagine what it would be like to have unpleasant herbicides in a basement classroom?"

"Shouldn't it be?" Everyone heard the words and began to make up their minds automatically.

"I guess it's bad enough." Albert felt that this was probably Snape's bad taste, and he couldn't be unaware of the smell of herbicides.

George and the others began to discuss whether they could escape the disaster by asking for leave, while Shanna flipped through "Magic Potion and Potion" and began to preview the textbook.

"You're not worried at all." Fred admired Shanna's calmness.

"What's the use of worrying?" Shanna turned her head and asked back.

The three were speechless.

Yes, since you can't escape, what's the use of worrying?

After chatting a few words with Albert, and marking several key positions, Shanna suddenly said, "Can you lend me the paper?"

"That's not a problem." Albert took out the parchment from his schoolbag and handed it to Shanna, who began to concentrate on reading, still looking for deficiencies against his own.

Albert's attitude towards homework is not as casual as he used to be since he discovered that doing his homework seriously can greatly increase his experience.

At least, from the perspective of skill experience, they will complete the homework seriously, thereby speeding up the upgrading of skills.

"What homework?" Fred asked, turning his head.

"Thesis report on Flobber caterpillar slime," Albert said.

"Merlin's beard! I forgot about this." Fred's expression froze for a moment, then stood up in horror. It was not difficult for him to imagine that he could not submit a qualified thesis and was locked up by Snape.

George winked at Fred and said calmly, "I'm done."

"When are you done?" Fred's eyes widened.

"Last night, I asked you to work with me overnight." George reminded, "At that time, you said that you still have time at noon tomorrow."

"Make a copy now!" Albert asked Shanna to hand over his paper to Fred, and asked him to copy points from his own paper, and then collect points from Shanna's paper. Patchwork essays are ready in no time.

Fred picked up the quill and began to struggle in the parchment.

Before Potions class, Angelina brings bad news.

"Quidditch practice in the evening?" George repeated, "but isn't it Hufflepuff practice time today?"

Teams from Hogwarts' four Houses will contract the Quidditch pitches in batches, and Gryffindor training has always been on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

"Charlie said that the Hufflepuff team had something to do temporarily, so he switched places with us." Angelina said, looking at Fred, and asked suspiciously, "What is he doing."

"Do your homework."

"Is it too late?" Angelina couldn't help shaking her head, "I remember that I will be taking potions class later."

"It's definitely too late!" Lee Jordan gloated.

"Shut up, I'll definitely have time." Fred complained dissatisfiedly while copying his homework, "Can you guys be quiet, I can't concentrate."

"However, Quidditch training is really hard. You have to go out for training in this bad weather." Shanna looked up at the dark clouds and rain above her head, and turned her head to Albert, and suddenly asked, " That's why you don't want to join the Quidditch team, are you?"

Albert noticed that many eyes were staring at him, and shrugged helplessly: "I'm very busy, and I don't have time to train."

"It's really strange to say this from your mouth." Lee Jordan couldn't help but complain.

"I read books every day, do homework, practice magic, join clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally go to other professors' offices to drink tea and chat." Albert raised his palm and counted them one by one. "If I participate in Quidditch training again, even splitting me into two won't be enough. Besides, people's energy is limited after all."

"No matter how you look at it, you are more comfortable than us." Shanna looked at Albert suspiciously. "I have never seen you busy."

"I'm very busy every day."

This sentence was directly ignored by everyone.

"By the way, did the glowing spell you practiced last time succeed?" Shanna asked again.

"I barely mastered it." Albert thought about the spell he practiced a while ago. It was already level 1, but it was only level 1.

"Okay!" Fred suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two, shaking the parchment on his hand excitedly.

"Is it really possible to get past this?" Shanna took the parchment and glanced at it, obviously not believing that this method could fool Snape.

"Definitely not, but Snape won't say anything. There are a lot of papers that are worse than Fred." Albert took the parchment from Shanna, glanced at the papers on it, and found it easy. Picked up a quill and helped him revise a few places.

...

Before the class bell rang, several people rushed to Snape's basement classroom, which was colder than the castle above, and there was a chill in the air.

Of course, that gloomy chill may also have come from Snape's gaze on the podium, especially after he glanced at the homework he had just collected, his gaze fell directly on Albert.

"Today, we are going to prepare a very common potion, herbicide." Snape looked back and introduced the herbicide to everyone, "This potion is used to kill or remove plants and is not drinkable. Of course, I also I've never seen any idiot drink herbicide. You'll soon find out why."

At that moment, Albert felt a malicious smile on the corner of Snape's mouth.

"...Note: If you put the ingredients in a sloppy way, during the cooking process...so you need to pay attention to your own steps, ingredients and cooking time..." Snape explained while writing on the blackboard with his wand The place to pay attention when preparing the medicine, turn around and say to everyone, "You have an hour, let's start!"

The herbicide does not have a disgusting taste at first, but if the ingredients are added to the crucible in strict order and amount, the crucible will start to overflow during the cooking process, and many people reach out and cover their mouths nose.

As Albert had said, the herbicide Snape had asked them to make was not well-meaning at all, and the potions classroom soon filled with a disgusting smell.

"It's literally killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred." Albert took out a handkerchief, wet it with water, covered his mouth and nose, and muttered softly.

I really don't understand how Snape can stand the smell of herbicide.

Alas, why didn't you learn the Bubble Head Mantra?

"Ah! It's disgusting, I feel like throwing up." Fred retched towards his cauldron.

Lee Jordan murmured, "I don't think anyone would want to use this thing."

"Isn't anyone trying to get rid of this smell?" George followed Albert's example while covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, while stirring the potion in the cauldron clockwise with a spoon.

"Remove the smell?"

Albert recalled the harvest after upgrading the potion, and said, "Adding some grated daisy roots and nettles may eliminate the smell."

"Are you sure?" Fred didn't dare to change the formula at will, who knows what would happen if he did that.

"Try it and you'll know." Albert took out the medicinal materials from his medicine box and began to grind the two materials according to a certain ratio.

In fact, Albert is not sure how this will work, but his intuition tells him that this should be successful.

As for the amount of mixing, you need to try it yourself.

At this moment, the students in the potions classroom were all blushing with suffocation.

Before they could practice, Snape was seen waving his wand and sweeping the horrific smell out of the classroom.

Although the smell in the classroom is still strong, at least they won't suffocate to death.

Soon after, Snape appeared silently beside Albert, stared at the potion in the cauldron, and asked aloud, "Anderson, tell me, what's in your cauldron?"

"Herbicide, sir," Albert replied.

"Then why does your herbicide smell so bland?" Snape had noticed that Albert's herbicide had a bland taste, as if it had been diluted with water.

"Well, I added a few other things to the cauldron before adding 2 drops of Flobber caterpillar slime," Albert explained, "...to make the herbicide smell less bad."

"You want to say that you improved herbicides?" Snape's tone was light, but enough for the students in the classroom to hear clearly.

"I think so." Albert said.

At this moment, everyone looked at Albert and began to whisper, and some people sneered, ready to see Albert's joke.

"Well, since Anderson thinks he's succeeded in improving the herbicide, then..." Snape waved his wand and got a flowerpot from somewhere with some weeds on it.

Snape scooped up a spoonful of the herbicide, diluted it with water, and sprinkled the herbicide directly on the weeds.

After a few seconds, the weeds on the pots turned yellow almost at a rate visible to the naked eye, just like they were exposed to the hot sun for too long and died quickly.

There is no doubt that Albert succeeded in improving herbicides.

Originally, the Slytherin students who wanted to see his jokes were full of disbelief, and some people even pinched their friends, trying to determine whether they were dreaming.

"Very good." Snape stared at Albert fiercely.

I don't know who took the lead in applauding, Gryffindor students all began to applaud, and the classroom was full of applause.

"Quiet." Snape yelled.

The applause gradually stopped.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said coldly. "Mr. Anderson, you seem to have forgotten that I warned you last term not to do your damn experiments in my Potions class."

At this moment, the Gryffindor students' faces were full of astonishment, but they were replaced by anger.

If it were another professor, adding 20 points would not be too much, and Snape would be fine if he didn't, and he even made an excuse to deduct 10 points from Gryffindor.

"I think people don't like the use of herbicides, and the main reason is the taste of this medicine." Albert didn't care that he was deducted points, and continued, "The improved herbicides will definitely be popular with everyone. Maybe, someone will be willing to pay for this recipe."

"No one's going to pay for your formula," Snape sneered. "Nobody's going to use herbicides at all, usually."

"Then why do we need to learn to configure this potion?" Shanna asked, raising her hand.

"Quiet." Snape was very annoyed at the girl's unauthorized question, but answered her question, "Sometimes, we use herbicides to deal with some dangerous plants, or open up a clearing. No one will Spray it in the flowerbed and the flowers in the flowerbed will also be killed by the herbicide."

After Snape announced that the get out of class was over, everyone packed up as quickly as possible and quickly left the potions classroom. No one wanted to stay in the smelly classroom.

"Are you really going to sell the herbicide formula?" Fred felt like he was dreaming right now.

"Sell, why not sell it?"

"You haven't seen the expression of the old bat just now." George winked at Albert and said excitedly, "He was stunned."

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