Chapter 383 Live Teaching
“I thought it would be difficult, Albus.”
Professor Snape looked at the thing in his hand, his expression became more and more disgusted, “It turned out to be just A little mixture that can be solved with the simplest Scarpin Appearance Charm?"
'What is this spell? '
Andrew was a little confused - he had never heard of this magic spell, but its effect is really useful. With this dark water, who can do it in such a short time without equipment? Is the internal analysis clear?
It was not only Andrew who was confused, but also Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore who were present at the same time.
"The entire solution has no magical protection, Taylor?"
Professor McGonagall asked directly.
"No, Professor."
It's just an experiment to catalyze the hydrolysis of cellulose. Although some magic assistance was used in the process, the final reaction is a normal reaction - be prepared and protect yourself Forget it, what kind of magical protection is there with the drug?
Andrew's reaction was met with a serious expression from Professor McGonagall, "You mean, the deformation technique you performed on that glass basin made it so strong without any confidentiality or interference effects, just to make it stronger? ”
“Theoretically, yes, it is only used as a container, which looks more intuitive, and I only completed some steps once. , not sure whether it is dangerous, so it is made stronger."
"Repeat it, Andrew," the smile on Dumbledore's face seemed to have been fixed by someone's spell, "Restart. Demonstrate."
"I still need some wood, professor, and I have to go back to the laboratory."
Of course there is nothing wrong with Andrew.
"Can any wood be used?"
"Yes, any wood can be used. In theory, it is also possible, but I always use wood for experiments. If I change the material, I need to adjust it."
"Jim," Dumbledore began calling The house elf in Professor McGonagall's office, "bring some wood from the kitchen."
Professor Snape stood aside and looked at Professor McGonagall who looked quite serious and Dumble who looked happy. Liduo said nothing in the end and waited silently.
Soon, the elf brought a lot of wood. Andrew picked through it, found a few suitable ones, and then started doing the same thing - he didn't even separate out the new enzyme, he used it directly. This time, I completed the pre-experiment again based on my own feelings.
"Where's the scale, where's the dosage? Where's the protection of the taking process?"
After Andrew completed the entire experiment using the process I was thinking about, Professor Snape finally couldn't help it, "The basics of potions class You've totally lost me, Taylor!"
'I think so, Professor, but I don't have a standard process either - under the effect of the disappearing curse, who can balance the reaction equation without about half a year of exploration? ah! '
But Professor Snape's reaction was surprisingly quick. He realized something was wrong when he glared at Andrew, "Wait a minute, Albus, the basin of water I just tested..."< br>
His eyes shifted to the basin of water that was still reacting - his voice was no longer as low and slow as before, "You are kidding, Albus, how is it possible, how is it possible?"
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"Just like the results of your own test, Severus, the facts are here."
Dumbledore stared closely at the basin of dirty-looking water, "You should know What does it mean, right?”
“Food, almost endless food” answered without hesitation. As the master of potions, he is the one who knows the specific ingredients of food best in Hogwarts. people.
He is also the person in the entire Hogwarts who best understands what it feels like to be hungry - even though he is of mixed-race origin, he lived a life of hunger and satiation as a child, regardless of whether Both clothing and food were extremely scarce.
"But not yet," Dumbledore said seriously, "Andrew, how are you doing with your spell learning?"
"I started to dabble in the fifth grade part, and also mastered the clear water like a spring and the transfiguration. A related non-creature summoning spell."
Andrew responded quickly. Although he didn't know what Dumbledore was doing, he was quite cooperative.
"Very good, I'll ask Pomona to come over."
Dumbledore nodded, "It'll be ready soon, don't worry."
Professor Sprout?
What is this for?
But he soon had no time to think about it - because both Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were interested in the enzyme in his hand, and each of them divided a fifth of it. , and then began to use the transformation technique to perceive.
The professor even started to ask about the extracted parts bit by bit while feeling it - just when Andrew was trying to explain the professional terms inside, Dumbledore had already rushed over with Professor Sprout.
Also came Professor McGonagall’s elf Jim, who brought a large basin of thin batter.
"I will tell you things slowly, Pomona," Dumbledore was obviously anxious, "but before I explain, you must first teach Andrew how to use food magic."
Professor Sprout He was still out of breath at this moment, but when he heard Dumbledore's words, the good old professor's eyes widened, "Albus, it's not April Fool's Day. You said there was something unusually heavy." You need my help with something you want!"
"This is the most important thing at the moment, Pomona," Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "You don't ask for all the magic, you just ask for the batter. Something like this can be made into bread, or even pancakes, as long as it is edible. It would be even better if the toxicity of the materials can be eliminated."
Huh?
Andrew probably understood it, but did he study on the spot?
"Okay, Albus, but I really need an explanation." Professor Sprout shook his head and looked at Andrew, "But the first thing a novice makes will probably not be as good as Hagrid's rock." How good is the pie?"
"It doesn't matter, just take shape. I will explain it when Andrew practices casting."
Dumbledore nodded.
Then, no one spoke except Professor Sprout. Even Professor Snape stood there quietly, watching Professor Sprout teach.
And Andrew, who was being watched by two principals and three professors at the same time, was now beginning to experience the most stressful magic study he had ever experienced in the magical world.
Fortunately, what he needs to learn is not a series of food magic, and Professor Sprout has no idea of teaching him from scratch.
With his strong enough magic foundation, the magic about pancake making began to be understood by him little by little - but he was definitely not willing to do this kind of many-to-one tutoring again.
In less than half an hour, he felt that he had probably mastered this spell.
"Wait a moment, don't do the experiment yet. When I come back, I have to call Filius and ask him to bring something over."
Dumbledore looked confused. Professor Sprout said cheerfully, "Don't worry, Pomona, she'll be fine soon!"
(End of this chapter)