Hogwarts: Harley from the Witch Path

Chapter 143 It’s okay to be humble with others, but forget it with me

Author: It’s Witch Harley

Chapter 143 It’s okay to be humble with others, but forget it with me

With fireworks emitted from the tip of the referee's wand, the game officially began.

Several contestants quickly lit the fire, picked up the materials and added them to the crucible, looking confident.

On the referee's bench, an old lady with white hair but smooth skin looked at this scene and couldn't help but shook her head, covered her mouth and said to the referee next to her:

"Are the players from Kodosdorez and the Magic Institute so careless now? They don't even check the quality of the materials before using them?"

However, looking at the whole game, only a few players made such low-level mistakes.

Although the competition only announced that it would provide materials, it did not mention the small trap of mixing redundant or substandard materials with the "organizer provided".

However, when they noticed that the quantity and variety of materials were obviously too many, most players still chose to check them again.

Harry quickly selected enough ingredients to brew two servings of Living Hell Potion based on his memory.

Then, she began to weigh the valerian roots, while lighting the flame under the crucible and letting the pure water boil inside.

Harley quickly followed the standard steps. Ten minutes later, Harley's potion had turned into a uniform brown liquid.

This is exactly the ideal state when the medicine reaches this point.

"Bang!" Harley was operating carefully, when suddenly there was an explosion in the distance, and a stench spread out.

Following a series of chain reactions, several players' crucibles had problems of varying degrees.

"Are the other players so bad? They don't even know how to check the ingredients before brewing the potion?"

While the potion in the crucible was being heated, Harry fanned the stinky smell with his hand and complained secretly.

After all, the smell is obvious from the fact that the valerian root is too old.

Harley didn't pay too much attention to the performance of others and continued to operate. After adding sleepy beans cut into even slices into the crucible, the potion immediately turned into a light snow-green color.

According to the book, you only need to add the juice exuded from the sleepy beans at this time.

However, Harley still chose to add sleepy bean flakes, after all, this can stabilize the effect of the medicine.

However, this method also has disadvantages, that is, during the subsequent stirring process, if the intensity and stirring frequency cannot be maintained at a specific level, the pot of magic potion will be directly scrapped.

However, Harley believed in her own level, and also believed in the extraordinary ability of the assassin who had reached the fifth level of the sequence to control the body.

One referee obviously noticed Harley's rapid progress and innovation in the potion formula, and lightly patted the other referee next to him. The two focused on Harley and whispered from time to time.

After various changes in color, the color in Harley's crucible finally turned into the transparent color of clear water when the mixing was completed.

Harry extinguished the flame under the crucible, and after confirming that there was no problem with the potion, he added it to the bottle on the side and sealed it with magic.

A referee didn't know when he stepped down from the referee's seat and came to Harley:

"Harry Potter player, have you finished production?"

"It's done, now I'm applying to submit the results." Harley replied in a low voice.

"Okay, please keep the desktop content unchanged, leave your position slowly, and do not disturb others.

The referees will comprehensively score your results and processes, and announce uniformly after the game. "

The referee nodded and quickly left with a small bottle. And Harry also put away the wand and walked out of the field.

As the first player to leave his position, Harry naturally got the most attention.

After all, in addition to Harry, the fastest hibiscus on the field still stays at a low temperature heating stage. The potion is changing from clear water to bright orange.

As for more players, they are still in the stirring stage, or they have failed, and they are restarting.

There was even a player from Corpozrez who didn't seem to know why he failed. Now he is touching his bald head, looking at the blue mixture in the pot with a sorrowful face.

In this comparison, professors of other schools have discussed and set their sights on Hogwarts.

Their gaze either jealous, or envy, or reviewing, and some are malicious.

But Harry didn't care.

"Beautiful, Harry." After Harry returned to Hogwarts's seat, Professor Slaghotn congratulated him first.

Professor Dumbledore also looked at her with a smile, and seemed to be satisfied with Harry's performance. Professor Snape was expressionless, but he nodded slightly to express his praise.

"It really was the first potion to make a potion, and I said that my vision would not be wrong." Mr. Dracul also came to Hogwarts's seat from Basbason.

He himself came to watch the game as a potion master, so naturally you don't have to stay in his seat like a professor of Besbaton.

"The progress of hibiscus is only at least fifteen minutes, far from 伱.

It seems that you are probably the champion of the Magic School of the Magic School. "

"You laugh," Harry said humility, "My strength is not enough, many people have the opportunity to fight for the championship."

"It can be modest with others, even if you are so modest with me." Mr. Dracul shook his head,

"Don't forget, we have passed through a whole year's letter and communicated with so many potion knowledge.

There is also a wonderful thought when chatting with other old guys, and sometimes they also write a letter to communicate with me.

So I have long been convinced that your level is not much worse than when we are younger. What you lack now is only the accumulation of time.

After all, some potion cooking takes more than six months, and various accidents will occur in the middle. These still takes time to accumulate. "

"Of course, this is our student of Hogwarts." Professor Slag Hordon did not let Harry say it again, and naturally took the words, and his face filled with a smile.

"Her potion class professor Severus is my student, can I have a problem with my level?"

Nympho

With the movement of time, the players have also ended the game and returned to the seats of their school.

Can be selected to participate in potion competitions, most of the players' strength is still passing.

Except for the bald players who obviously did not spend too much time to prepare for this potion, everyone else made an answer sheet that could barely see the past.

The whistle that represents the end of the first round finally rang.

The potion masters on the referee seat came down and began to check the quality of the potion made by the players.

Obviously, the small bottle of potion that Harry had made before has been passed on to research.

But almost all the judges came to Harley's cauldron, scooped some out of the cauldron to observe the color, or checked the remaining materials on Harley's table.

One particularly focused old man even wanted to take a sip.

However, he was pulled by an old lady next to him. After all, this was a living hell decoction, not an intelligence-enhancing agent or a brain-refreshing agent.

If you really want to take a sip, will you become a referee later?

These old people are too old, basically over a hundred years old, and many of them rely on homemade potions to hang on for their lives.

Therefore, even if they choose to test the medicine on themselves in daily experiments, they will not take the antidote easily to avoid disturbing the fragile balance in the body.

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(Thanks to Jiuwei Yanhu for the tip!)

(End of chapter)