Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Simeon ran into the synagogue, holding up a copy of the Daily Prophet and shouting.

"Someone spotted Sirius!"

Sirius Black's story was arguably the hottest topic right now, and everyone looked at the newspaper that Seamus was holding up, their faces showing curiosity.

John looked up toward Gryffindor and saw that Harry Potter was there too.

When Harry Potter heard Seamus say that someone had seen Sirius Black, he immediately stood up and went over to check.

A brown-haired girl next to Harry snatched Seamus's newspaper, read it, and said worriedly, "Duffy Town! Isn't that very close?"

"He's not coming to Hogwarts, is he?"

Neville was also sitting there, looking somewhat worried, after all, he was a notorious villain who had once served Voldemort.

"There are Dementors everywhere here, it's okay."

Those around him offered words of comfort.

"Dementors? He escaped from Azkaban, which was teeming with Dementors, once before."

Seamus retorted, believing that the Dementors were incapable of protecting them.

Harry looked at the information in the newspaper, appearing very worried.

Why is Harry Potter so worried?

John was a little curious. Was Sirius Black coming for him?

It seems not impossible.

After all, he's the main character, so he's always involved in important events.

If that's the case, then John can rest assured.

In general, the protagonist will be fine in this situation, and the murderer will definitely be brought to justice.

He once saw a murderer escape from prison on TV, and he was quite worried that he might run into the criminal or that his family might be harmed.

......

"John, are you sure you don't need our help?"

After finishing the meal, before leaving, Ryan asked with some concern.

"It's just processing some materials, what's there to worry about? Besides, this is a task Professor Snape gave me. If you guys are found out for helping, we'll be punished even more severely."

John patted Ryan on the shoulder and said this, then slowly walked towards the place where they had previously had class.

Ryan and the others could only watch John leave with a sense of tragic grandeur, as if John were never to return.

There was no way around it; after all, Snape was notorious among these freshmen.

Many upperclassmen would rather pluck the principal's beard than appear in front of Snape.

When John returned to the Potions classroom, he found the candles still lit, but it didn't look like anyone had been there.

Perhaps the candles at school have some kind of automatic lighting function?

No longer paying attention to these trivial details, John went up to the podium and looked at the bottles and jars.

Driven by curiosity, John opened one of the bottles.

However, as soon as it was opened, a pungent stench immediately hit the door.

Yue!

What the hell is this smell?!

John immediately put down the jar in his hand, covered his nose, and backed away.

I almost threw up my dinner after just one whiff.

John forced himself to shut the lid back on and fanned himself with a piece of parchment, trying to blow the stench out of the basement window.

However, the ventilation in the basement was so poor that the smell lingered.

John had no choice but to leave the room and go outside to the hallway to cool off.

However, before leaving, he noticed a book titled "Ingredients for a Thousand Potions" on the podium. He picked it up and decided to take a look from outside to see if its contents would be helpful.

The dark and damp corridor on the basement level had an occasional musty smell, but for John, it was the freshest air at that moment.

By the light of the torch hanging on the wall by the door, he began to peruse the potions book.

I found the information about pufferfish eyes in the catalog and opened it to view it.

Before processing, pufferfish eyes must be soaked in a special preservative solution; otherwise, even slightly higher temperatures will cause the material to deteriorate and develop green spots.

However, even when preserved in preservative solution, there are still occasionally some individuals of poor quality or those that were not preserved quickly enough.

Therefore, it is necessary to process them as early as possible, and at the same time check whether there are any deteriorated eyes mixed in, which would cause other good eyes to be contaminated and deteriorate faster.

So Professor Snape assigned him this task to pick out the spoiled pufferfish eyes so that they would be easier to process later.

Why doesn't he just throw away the spoiled parts when he's processing them himself?

Chun Chun is just staying here to disgust people...

John was somewhat speechless after reading it, but after all, it wasn't impossible.

Or perhaps he's not in a hurry to process it; this is just part of a routine inspection, and a way to punish the students along the way?

Regardless of the reason, John sighed. He should have asked Professor Felix if there was any magic to block out smells.

Having learned about the characteristics of spoiled fish eyes from the book, John knew what to do next, so he closed the book and went back into the classroom.

The smell in the classroom has dissipated quite a bit, but it's still a bit smelly.

John found some tissues in the classroom, rolled them into strips, and stuffed them into his nose so he wouldn't be overwhelmed by the stench.

Following the instructions in the book, John put on protective gloves, picked up a pair of tweezers, and began to sift through the spoiled fish eyes.

Although the stench was temporarily gone, it still stung his eyes. John squinted and searched repeatedly before finally finding some spoiled pufferfish eyes.

Just as John was making progress with his work, the classroom door suddenly opened.

John looked up and saw Professor Snape, who was looking at him with disgust because there were two tissues sticking out of his nose like green onions.

"Uh, good evening, Professor Snape..." John hesitated for a moment, but still greeted him obediently.

However, Snape did not respond to him. He simply walked silently to his side and began to examine the jars that John had handled. At the same time, he noticed that the book "Ingredients for a Thousand Potions" on the podium had been moved, but he did not say anything.

Seeing Snape ignore the stench, John wondered if the smell had disappeared.

I tentatively pulled the tissue out of my nose, and the next moment, oh my god!

Okay, it still smells terrible.

"It seems your talent for doing odd jobs is at least greater than your talent for brewing potions."

After examining the object and finding no problems, Professor Snape uttered a compliment that wasn't quite a compliment.

John pursed his lips, ignoring his sarcasm, and continued to scrutinize the pufferfish eyes in the jar.

Professor Snape didn't say anything more. He picked up a can of pufferfish eyes that John had processed, and with a wave of his hand, a stone bowl and a wooden stick resembling a garlic press flew from the cabinet in the classroom.

With a simple wave of his hand, the pufferfish eyes in the jar floated up, drying out the preservative solution.

Then Professor Snape produced a jar of blue grit from somewhere and sprinkled it on the eyes of the pufferfish.

Then he threw the fish eye into the stone bowl, and the stick, under Professor Snape's control, automatically began to smash the fish eye in the bowl.

It stopped in less than two minutes.

Surprisingly, when these pufferfish eyes were smashed, they didn't turn into mud, but rather into distinct granules.

Thinking back to the blue dust that Professor Snape sprinkled at the beginning, perhaps it was thanks to that.

The components of the pufferfish's eye are automatically encased in those distinct grains of sand, resulting in the appearance we see before us.

After doing all this, Professor Snape spread the granular pufferfish eyes flat on an iron plate.

"Some materials have extremely weak magical properties. Only by adding corresponding materials and processing them together can the effects of the materials be enhanced."

Looking at the materials laid out on the iron plate, Professor Snape suddenly blurted out a sentence.

Because it was said so suddenly, John wasn't even sure if he was talking to himself or to himself.

"After sorting, process the pufferfish eyes as I did just now, and lay them out on a plate to air dry naturally."

"And keep your damn flames away from them."

After saying this, Professor Snape left behind the blue jar of gravel, flicked his cloak, and quickly left the classroom.

John was left in the classroom, blinking.

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