Chapter 189: A Flavorful Potion Class

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On the ceiling of the auditorium, dark clouds surged, and a light drizzle fell from the sky. At the Gryffindor long table below, Albert, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan huddled together, whispering as they looked at the latest issue of "The Unbelievable" magazine.

Professor Smith's research on Boggarts was featured in this issue of the magazine, and Albert had a small mention at the end of the article.

However, this matter seemed to go unnoticed. It was like throwing a pebble into a lake, causing no ripples at all.

Although the result was somewhat unexpected, it was within their expectations. There were only so many people in the British magical world; what else could they hope for?

"What's the significance of such a discovery?" George looked at the pictures in "The Unbelievable" magazine and asked Albert with a puzzled expression, "Does it solve a millennium-old mystery?"

"Well... I guess so!" Albert didn't know what to say.

"What millennium-old mystery are you talking about?" Angelina sat down opposite them and casually asked.

"This..." Fred handed "The Unbelievable" magazine to Angelina, who read through it and then looked up, surprised, at Albert.

"You're in the magazine again?"

Albert twitched his mouth, changing the subject and asked, "Do we have classes this afternoon?"

"We have two Potions classes in the afternoon," Angelina said, puzzled. "By the way, why don't you seem happy at all? If it were me, I'd find a way to collect the books and magazines that mentioned me."

"I don't have that habit," Albert replied.

"Oh, I asked Hufflepuff students at noon. They said Potion class will be about weed-repelling potions and that there will be some unexpected surprises."

"Weed-repelling potions? Unbelievable," Albert frowned. "Can you imagine a classroom filled with the smell of weed-repelling potions? What would it be like?"

"I don't think so?" Everyone began to imagine.

"It's probably quite dreadful," Albert believed that Snape wouldn't miss the chance to play a cruel prank like that. He couldn't possibly be unaware of the issue with the smell of weed-repelling potions.

George and the others began to discuss whether they could skip the class through a leave, while Angelina flipped through "Magical Drafts and Potions" to prepare for the lesson.

"You don't seem worried at all," Fred admired Angelina's calmness.

"What's the use of worrying?" Angelina turned her head and asked.

The three fell silent.

Yes, since they couldn't avoid it, what use was there in worrying?

After chatting with Albert for a while and marking some important points, Angelina suddenly said, "Can you lend me your paper?"

"No problem." Albert took out a piece of parchment from his bag and handed it to Angelina. She began to concentrate on reading, comparing it with her own work, looking for any deficiencies.

Since Albert discovered that completing homework seriously could greatly increase his skill experience, he no longer treated it as casually as before.

At least, for the sake of skill experience, he would complete his assignments seriously and thereby speed up the upgrade process.

"What homework are you talking about?" Fred turned his head and asked.

"About the Flobberworm mucus paper." Albert said.

"Merlin's beard! I completely forgot about this!" Fred's expression froze for a moment, then he stood up in panic. He couldn't help but imagine the scene of being locked up by Snape because he couldn't submit a satisfactory paper.

George blinked at Fred and said calmly, "I've already finished mine."

"When did you finish?" Fred widened his eyes.

"Last night. I even asked you to work overnight with me." George reminded, "At that time, you said you still had time until noon today."

"Now go and copy it!" Albert asked Angelina to hand Fred her paper and told him to copy some parts from his work, then piece together the rest from Angelina's. This way, he could quickly complete a makeshift paper.

Fred picked up a quill and began to immerse himself in the parchment.

Before the Potions class, Angelina brought bad news.

"We have Quidditch training in the evening?" George repeated, "But isn't today Hufflepuff's training time?"

Hogwarts' four houses' teams usually book the Quidditch pitch in batches, and Gryffindor's training time has always been on Wednesdays and Saturdays.

"Charlie said that the Hufflepuff team had something urgent, so they swapped positions with us," Angelina said, looking at Fred with a puzzled expression, "What is he doing?"

"He's doing homework."

"Do you have enough time?" Angelina shook her head. "I remember we have Potions class later."

"No time!" Lee Jordan said gleefully.

"Shut up! I'm sure I have enough time." Fred complained while copying his assignment. "Can you all please be quiet? I can't concentrate."

"Quidditch training can be quite tiring, especially in this terrible weather," Angelina said, looking up at the dark clouds and rain. She turned to Albert and suddenly asked, "You're not avoiding joining the Quidditch team because of this, are you?"

Albert noticed many pairs of eyes on him and shrugged helplessly. "I'm very busy, and I don't have time for training."

"That sounds strange coming from you," Lee Jordan couldn't help but comment.

"I have to read books, do homework, practice magic, participate in clubs, write letters to others, and occasionally have tea and chat with other professors." Albert raised his palm, ticking off each item. "If I join Quidditch training, even if I split myself in two, it still wouldn't be enough. Besides, a person's energy is limited after all."

"Looking at you, you seem to be living more comfortably than the rest of us," Angelina observed Albert with suspicion. "I have never seen you busy."

"I'm busy every day."

This sentence was completely ignored by everyone.

"By the way, did your Lumos spell practice go well?" Angelina asked again.

"I've barely mastered it," Albert thought about the Lumos spell he practiced recently. He had achieved Level 1, but that was all.

"Alright!" Fred suddenly interrupted their conversation, excitedly shaking the parchment in his hand.

"Can we really get away with this?" Angelina took the parchment and glanced at it, clearly doubting whether this method could fool Snape.

"Definitely not, but Snape won't say anything. There are still a lot of worse papers than Fred's." Albert took the parchment from Angelina and scanned the paper, making some modifications with a quill.

...

Before the class bell rang, the group hurried to Snape's dungeon classroom, which was even colder and more sinister than the castle above. The air carried a chilling sensation.

Of course, that eerie chill might have also come from Snape's gaze as he looked at the students. Especially after he glanced at the collected homework and locked his eyes on Albert.

"Today, we are going to brew a very common potion, the Weed-Repelling Potion," Snape introduced the potion to everyone, "This potion is used to kill or remove plants and is not for drinking. Of course, I have never seen anyone foolish enough to drink the Weed-Repelling Potion. You will soon find out why."

At that moment, Albert felt Snape's mouth curl into a malicious smile.

"... Note: If you are careless when adding the ingredients, the cauldron will..." As Snape explained, he used his wand to write on the blackboard the points to note while brewing the potion. Then he turned to the students and said, "You have an hour. Begin!"

The Weed-Repelling Potion didn't emit a nauseating smell at first, but if the ingredients were strictly added to the cauldron in the right order and quantity, the cauldron would start to emit a foul smell during the brewing process. Many students covered their mouths and noses.

As Albert had said, Snape had malicious intentions when instructing them to brew the Weed-Repelling Potion. The Potions classroom soon filled with a sickening odor.

"This is like sacrificing a thousand to kill one enemy," Albert took out his handkerchief, wet it with water, and covered his mouth and nose while muttering quietly.

He really didn't understand how Snape could endure the smell of the Weed-Repelling Potion.

Sigh, why didn't he learn the Bubble-Head Charm?

"Are you sure?" Fred didn't dare to change the recipe casually; who knew what would happen if he did.

"Just give it a try, and we'll find out," Albert took out the ingredients from his potion kit and began grinding the two materials in certain proportions.

In truth, Albert wasn't sure what would happen either, but his intuition told him that this should work.

As for the exact ratio of the mixed ingredients, he had to figure that out through trial and error.

At this moment, the students in the Potions classroom were holding their breaths, their faces turning red. They wished they could rush out of the room immediately to breathe fresh air and avoid suffocating in there.

Even before they could try out the potion, Snape waved his wand and banished the terrible smell from the classroom.

Although the smell in the classroom was still heavy, at least it wouldn't suffocate them.

Shortly after, Snape silently appeared beside Albert and stared at the potion in the cauldron, asking, "Anderson, tell me, what is in your cauldron?"

"Weed-Repelling Potion, sir," Albert replied.

"Then why does your Weed-Repelling Potion have such a faint smell?" Snape had noticed that Albert's potion had a weak scent, as if it had been diluted with water.

"Well, I added some other things to the cauldron before I added two drops of Flobberworm Mucus," Albert explained, "to make the Weed-Repelling Potion's smell less unpleasant."

"You mean you've improved the Weed-Repelling Potion?" Snape's tone was light, but loud enough for everyone in the classroom to hear.

"I think so," Albert said.

At that moment, everyone looked at Albert, whispering among themselves. Some people were smirking, preparing to witness Albert's failure.

"Very well then, since Anderson believes he has successfully improved the Weed-Repelling Potion..." Snape waved his wand and conjured a pot of flowers with some weeds growing on it.

Scooping up a spoonful of the Weed-Repelling Potion, Snape diluted it with water and poured it directly onto the weeds.

A few seconds later, the weeds on the pot almost visibly withered at an alarming rate, as if they had been scorched by scorching sunlight for too long, and quickly died.

There was no doubt that Albert had successfully improved the Weed-Repelling Potion.

The Slytherin students who were initially looking forward to seeing him fail were now full of disbelief. Some even pinched their friends hard to confirm if they were dreaming.

"Well done," Snape said, glaring at Albert with malice.

Someone started applauding, and soon all Gryffindor students joined in, filling the classroom with applause.

"Silence!" Snape shouted.

The applause gradually subsided.

"Gryffindor loses ten points," Snape said coldly. "Mr. Anderson, you seem to have forgotten that I warned you last semester not to conduct your damn experiments in my Potions class."

At that moment, the Gryffindor students were all stunned, but soon, anger replaced their shock.

If it were any other professor, adding twenty points would be reasonable. But Snape not only didn't award points, he also found an excuse to deduct ten points from Gryffindor.

"I believe that many people dislike using the Weed-Repelling Potion, mainly because of its smell," Albert said, not caring about the points deduction, "An improved Weed-Repelling Potion will definitely be well-received by everyone. Perhaps, someone might be willing to pay for this formula."

"Nobody would pay for your formula," Snape sneered, "Usually, there's simply no one who uses the Weed-Repelling Potion."

"Then why do we need to learn how to brew this potion?" Hermione raised her hand and asked.

"Silence!" Snape was very annoyed by the girl's unauthorized questioning, but he still answered her, "Sometimes, we use the Weed-Repelling Potion to deal with some dangerous plants or clear an area. No one sprays it in flower beds, as it would kill the flowers along with the weeds."

After Snape dismissed the class, everyone quickly packed up their things and hurried out of the Potions classroom, not wanting to linger in the room filled with the smell.

"Are you really planning to sell the Weed-Repelling Potion's formula?" Fred felt like he was dreaming.

"Why not?" Albert replied.

"Just now, you saw Batface's expression," George blinked at Albert excitedly, "He was shocked."

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