There is nothing much to say, just fill it up in batches.
First, 100 magic points.
[Potions - LV2 (Apprentice)] 1/1000
[You can deeply understand the principles of potions and complex potion formulas, can partially understand the ratio of advanced medicinal materials in potions, and learn to adjust the effects of potions according to different needs. ]
Although the introduction said so, Damon felt that his mind did not generate knowledge out of thin air, but - he subconsciously flipped through the books in front of him, and felt that the combination that he had previously found difficult to remember and understand suddenly became simple and easy to understand.
In other words, adding points to branch skills improves his talent and understanding, rather than directly instilling knowledge into him?
Damon raised his eyebrows slightly, became more interested, and added points again.
[Potions - LV3 (Advanced)] 1/10000
[You can quickly master the formulas and production of most potions, and the success rate is extremely high. You can make very accurate potions according to different needs, and even make fine adjustments and innovations according to the effects! ]
Continue.
[Potions - Level 4 (Expert)] 1/1000000
[You can master the making of some very complex and powerful potions, have the ability to research and innovate potion formulas, have a deep understanding of rare and dangerous medicinal materials, can use these medicinal materials efficiently to make potions, and can even create some legendary potions! ]
Damon looked at the familiar series of zeros behind the number 1, raised his eyebrows slightly, and did not continue to add points.
He had a hunch that the fourth-level expert potion would allow him to learn to make most of the potions in the world, such as the famous Felix Felicis, or the Love Potion and the Polyjuice Potion that Hermione had started to make in her second year.
"Damon, can I sit here?" Damon
raised his head slightly and glanced at the empty seat beside him. Neville was standing next to him tremblingly, holding a potion textbook in his hand, and his eyes revealed a bit of uneasiness and anxiety.
Although they had been roommates for five days, Neville still seemed to be as shy as ever, and his words were very polite.
"Well, of course."
Neville breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put his schoolbag on the table, and then carefully sat on the chair. It can be seen that he was a little nervous.
Just when Neville wanted to say something, Professor Snape had already rushed in from the outside like a bat.
He picked up the roster and called the name of Harry as soon as the class started. He paused for a moment when he called Harry's name. "Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new... a famous person."
There was a sneer in the crowd, and then he called Harry's name, which was a little worrying.
"Ron Weasley."
There was no response.
"Ron Weasley!"
Snape seemed to have not expected that someone would be late for the first class, and his face became extremely ugly.
At this moment, a panting voice suddenly came from outside the door - the red-haired Ron was late, and it was obvious that he had been delayed somewhere else.
"You're late, Weasley." Snape's voice became even colder in an instant. He slowly put down the list, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
"You know, Weasley," Snape continued, his voice contemptuous, "punctuality is one of the most basic rules of Hogwarts. If you can't even do the basic etiquette in class, I'm afraid you are doomed to fail the Potions course."
Ron's face suddenly turned a little red. He was obviously angered by Snape's words. He hurried to an empty seat in the classroom and sat down, trying not to look at Snape's cold eyes.
"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of potion preparation."
"Since there is no silly waving of wands here, many of you will not believe that this is magic.
I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering pot with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not truly understand the wonderful magic of the liquid flowing into people's veins, which makes people's hearts and minds excited and confused. I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of idiots I often meet."
A very beautiful opening remark, which directly shocked the students below into silence, but Damon smiled silently.
Prevent death? It's a big boast, but the professor's favorite Lily couldn't be saved.
Snape's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he scanned the students. He obviously noticed Damon's chuckle.
"Damon!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion? "
Ron had just sat down to collect himself, and now he and Harry looked at each other, and they both saw what the other meant in their eyes - Damon was going to be in trouble.
At this time, Damon, who was in trouble in their eyes, stood up and answered seriously:
"Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a very effective sleeping pill called water of life and death. In the case of overdose, it can put people on the verge of death."
"You just need to tell me the most concise answer, instead of pretending to be smart and saying something I already knew, Mr. White!"
Snape's face was gloomy, as if Damon's correct answer did not make him feel any better.
"So, White! If I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"
"Beef stomach, sir."
As if on purpose, Damon's answer was very short, despite this, he still added the word "sir" at the end, which made Snape look at him a little strangely.
"Oh? It seems that Mr. White, who once caused a brief commotion and even overshadowed the savior, is a great potion genius, isn't he? "
He paused, and suddenly spoke in a calmer and more serious tone:
"In that case, then I think you should be able to answer this question - if you add the refined mandrake root to the moon grass extract and stir it quickly when the temperature is too high, what will you get?"
This question obviously jumped out of the basic scope completely, and involved the preparation of more difficult potions.
Hermione, who had kept her hand raised high during the two question-and-answer sessions, silently put her hand down. Damon frowned, and hesitated based on his guess about the principles of the medicinal properties:
"You will get an extremely unstable potion, which will evaporate quickly and release deadly poison gas. This poison gas will cause the contactor to fall into a state of poisoned coma, and may even cause suffocation. "
"You hesitated?" Snape hid the flash of surprise in his eyes, and his eyes became sharper in an instant.
"Your answer really disappoints me, Mr. White. "He paused and could almost feel the tense atmosphere among the students in the classroom. Then, Snape slowly spoke in a low and intimidating voice:
"Potions is a subject full of precision and details. The addition of each ingredient, the control of temperature, and even the timing of administration, all determine the success or failure of the final result. Your hesitation is not what Potions needs."
"Damon, Gryffindor will be deducted one point for your slow wording!"
"Okay, sir."
Damon smiled and sat back, not caring too much.
Snape, the old bat, has this temper. Instead of being angry, he thinks it fits his character and is a little funny, as if he is interacting with a real NPC.
Damon didn't see that Hermione behind him had frowned at this time and subconsciously opened her mouth, as if she wanted to defend him, but ultimately couldn't speak.
"He's so calm," Ron whispered to Harry, with a little shock in his tone. "Professor Snape, I'm scared just by looking at him, but Damon isn't panicking at all. "
Harry was also a little stunned. He didn't say anything, but just stared at Damon's back.
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