Chapter 429 The Professor Tea Party

"Effective and potent potions require the involvement of a wand; not those silly, constant waving of the wand, just a gentle flick at a crucial time is enough to bring a marvellous change in the ingredients within the crucible ..."

"Therefore, Muggles are unable to appreciate this wonderful process, and so are the Squibs." Snape said slowly.

On the weekend after the first week of school, Professor Flitwick hosted an afternoon tea party under the pretext of celebrating Professor Moody's recovery, although it seemed like something that the tough-minded former Auror didn't need as far as Felix could see.

Moody ate his own food that he had brought, without touching the fine delicacies on the table.

When he showed up, it marked the end of Snape's short week of substitution, so he looked cold when Felix asked about the potions.

Snape sat on a soft couch and spoke slowly about what he had just said: "We can't rule out the following: some simple potions can produce spontaneous effects even without the involvement of a wand or the delicate manipulation of magic, but that's something closer to stimulating the properties that the potion material originally possessed, and in the eyes of someone who really knows about potions, it's merely a simple half-finished product."

Felix understood, he gifted Filch a pet supplement potion recipe, it is exactly the case - no wand needed, the main material is dragon blood, as for those auxiliary ingredients, they are merely functioning as a stimulus and moderating the properties of dragon blood.

For wizards, the effect of some potions is similar to spells, so they will choose which one to use based on their preferences. In other words, they will choose what they feel is the most effective or easiest option based on their needs.

Perhaps money is also an important consideration.

For example, the Cheering Charm and the Elixir to Induce Euphoria are often substituted with each other. The Cheering Charm is taught in the third grade, while the Elixir to Induce Euphoria is only taught in the sixth grade in the Advanced Potions class, but if you ignore this seemingly insignificant lesson in school, it's not easy to learn the Cheering Charm on your own, especially since a lousy Cheering Charm can produce things like hysterics and uncontrollable laughter as a side effect.

In this case, most wizards would choose to buy an Elixir to Induce Euphoria from the apothecary.

Flitwick waved his wand, causing an enamelled teapot to bend over and fill the cup in front of him, "I've heard that some wizards choose to use magical rituals instead of wands when brewing potions, is that correct, Severus?"

"And there's also constant duplication with spells ...," Snape said, " This usually happened in medieval times, when some superficial wizards couldn't harness their own magic, they naturally couldn't channel and manipulate it finely -- They're not much different from Squibs, so they choose this path."

Felix muttered, "I think I've read something like that somewhere."

" I guess, it's a fairy tale from muggles? There were indeed some wizards who weren't discreet enough, then they got caught and burned to death at the stake." Snape glanced at him and said.

"That happened quite a long time ago, and I think it would be best if we talked about something else," Professor McGonagall said uneasily, as she turned to the side, "Professor Moody, are you going to resume your classes next Monday?"

"It's dragged on long enough," Moody said as he tore off a bland-looking piece of chicken, "I planned to sort out all my troubles over the holidays and start my classes like usual, but Professor Hap insisted on a final round of inspections ... "

"Hasn't your memory been restored already?" Professor McGonagall asked him, but her eyes went to Felix.

"Voldemort's methods are rough, and Professor Moody has lost more memories than I initially predicted, probably because Voldemort's soul is tainted with dark magic to the core?" Felix said softly.

"At least I haven't turned into an idiot, have I?" Moody said gruffly, letting out a short, and loud laughter, as he reached out his oily hand for the cup on the table, and paused as if electrocuted the moment his fingertips touched the cup.

Then silently he took off the flask at his waist and gulped it down. After drinking, he said in a rough breath, "I lost the original one, this one is brand new, from Albus ... he is very considerate in these matters."

'Actually, there are still some influences,' Felix thought to himself, 'not only the memory problem but also his reaction will become slower and his combat power will be greatly reduced.'

What he did during this time was to eliminate as many adverse effects as possible.

Moody gritted his teeth and tore off a piece of chicken and chewed it up while saying carelessly, "Compared to old Barty, This is already considered good for me, his body is deteriorating over the span, and he probably won't last a few years in Azkaban."

" Barty Crouch is locked up?" Flitwick asked pointedly.

Several eyes looked over and Moody said gruffly, "That's right, Kingsley told me, he insisted, he and Fudge talked alone before he was taken to jail-" Seeing the strange looks from the others, he waved his hand rudely, almost punching Flitwick's nose. "Oh - sorry, Professor Flitwick - don't ask me, I don't know what they were talking about. Maybe it had something to do with Voldemort?"

"As for whether Fudge will believe it or not, no one knows." He took another big gulp and said, "The man looks very indecisive, in fact, he is quite paranoid, with wishful thinking. But anyway, he seems to not want to cause too much panic, so he suppressed Barty's incident, now many people think he's retired!"

He grinned, sarcastically.

"I certainly won't support his decision. It's better to give people a heads-up about certain things than let them be ignorant when it can happen any time-"

"Professor Moody," Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, "you, uh, you're not trying to do something to the little wizard, are you? Some previous practices ..." she hurriedly cleared her throat, looking embarrassed.

"Are you trying to say what I did before? Some lessons weren't mine, but they certainly suited my taste--" Moody gave a short laugh and said with a grim smile, "He did a pretty good imitation, I have taught him before for some time, so I am certain that is partially why."

The others stared at Moody blankly.

Moody smiled broadly and said, "Old Barty wanted to train his son to be an Auror, and he trained along with all those Auror candidates since fourth grade, longer than the average Auror, and by the time he graduated, he was way ahead of the pack."

"I remember he obtained twelve certificates," Flitwick said. "Since I've been teaching, only a handful of people have got that honour."

"I'm not talking about those paper grades, it's about the collective assessment of the Aurors, and I taught him for a while - the part about scouting and setting up traps, back then everyone believed young Crouch would grow up to be a great Auror and take over his old man's position!"

Everyone felt slightly uncomfortable. The better Barty Crouch Jr. did during his school years, the more it contrasted sharply with his later performance; he chose to become a Death Eater instead of an Auror.

Flitwick changed the subject and said, "Felix, you gave me a great gift, I have read it, and I have to say, some African gesture casting is very good and can be used as an auxiliary means, I am already prepared to add it as part of the bright side of the lesson."

Felix smiled and said, "I've asked a few friends to recommend a list of books to me ..."

Professor McGonagall frowned and said, "Uagadou's teaching style is very different from Hogwarts, they will determine the direction of study very early on, so they are able to divide and separate many advanced contents and integrate them into the lower grades, but Hogwarts is different, only a small percentage of students will truly choose Transfiguration in the sixth year. "

"What about the Self-Transfiguration part? Maybe it could be incorporated into your Transfiguration Club for those who have prior knowledge?" Felix suggested.

"That would indeed be a good way to start," Professor McGonagall said, "My club only takes in sixth and seventh-year students who have gone through the OWLs and acquired many techniques already, like the 'prior knowledge' you mentioned '?"

She then uttered an argumentative statement, "But the knowledge of transfiguration that circulated in Uagadou is not exactly widespread out here; Also if you are interested in African elephant transfiguration, which is common there, you probably will just turn into a malnourished, skinny elephant if your precondition is not adequate. Considering from this point of view, it is not as good as Animagus."

Felix also stated with an approving look, "Animagus has a certain randomness after all, which is related to the psychological state of each wizard, so if you turn into a snail, you might as well choose an African elephant."

Professor McGonagall looked at him sternly: "Felix, you didn't learn Animagus in secret, did you?"

"How is it possible," Felix bristled, "If you are a wizard who is interested in mastering shapeshifting, you can still experience the mystery of shapeshifting in transfiguration, for example, to me ... Transfiguration magic is cost-effective. "

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