Chapter 282 Destiny Is Such a Naughty Little Bitch

Human Transfiguration Potions, Ninth Edition.

Snape and Anton looked at each other silently, sighed together, and silently threw the parchment aside.

Human Transfiguration Potions, Tenth Edition.

Anton sat blankly on the experimental bench, shaking his feet, watching the calm and relaxed Snape persist, pursed his lips, and jumped off to continue his research.

Human Transfiguration Potions, Eleventh Edition.

Snape looked out the window silently at the watery night, and stared back at Anton, who had countless colored lines floating beside him. He was obviously trying to use other methods to find a breakthrough.

Human Transfiguration Potions, Twelfth Edition.

finally!

The accompanying cauldron makes a loud bang.

Bang~~

Snape waved his wand to control the splashed medicinal liquid into balls, and looked at Anton with despair in his eyes.

"What we can do seems to be limited to the first edition." Anton lamented and pulled out the earliest parchment, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he looked at Snape cautiously, "You said, with your strength A wizard who is as powerful as a death god, occasionally looking for someone from the world of dead souls to help..."

Lao Si pulled his face down.

"no!"

The voice was crisp and sharp, extremely firm.

Anton was still not reconciled, "This is to save Lupine, Lupine! Lily and him are good friends and comrades-in-arms, and they will definitely be willing to help."

Snape sneered, "Then, you can only let Lupine drink this potion, what about the others?"

"..."

"You won't forget, you plan to save other people, right? Although I don't know who they are, but with Lupine's character, how could he see hope but not want to help other werewolves?"

"This..." Anton stared at the parchment unwillingly, and slumped on the high-backed chair.

Snape sighed, and patted Anton on the shoulder, "I'm sorry, I can't help you with this, I don't want to bother her anymore, and my Patronus Charm can only last for a short time, there is no Enough time to concoct the potion."

"Pure in mind? Naive and romantic? Looking forward to change and optimistic and cheerful?" Anton looked at the potion formula again. Medicine talent?"

Snape smiled slightly, the sadness in his eyes no longer changed to a quiet and deep, "Lily is special."

Anton pouted.

This pair of potions has come to this point now, the cliff is to blame Lao Si, his potion science is better than himself, he has played a lot of guiding role in perfecting potions, and will eventually become like this bird, the ghost knows Lao Si's heart What is it like.

The wizard's will affects the spell.

Likewise, the wizard's will affects potions.

This set of 'Distorting Body Transformation Potion' is not only Anton's potion, but also Snape's potion.

Anton always has too much unconstrained imagination, unique and changing potion methods, and the direction of potion research directed at the target. Snape also has a wealth of experience, solid theoretical and practical skills, and an extremely talented concept of Potions.

It is difficult to say who contributed the most.

Anton worked out the direction and steps, and Snape made them practical.

If you think about it deeply in this way, you really can't blame Snape, maybe Anton's subconscious is also incorporating some random things into it.

That is to say...

There is definitely a solution to this thing, in your subconscious!

If there must be, Anton looked at this recipe over and over again, and suddenly slammed the table, "Hahahaha, I thought of a solution!"

He put the parchment in front of Snape, "Look, this doesn't have to be done by one person, it's a total of three steps, right?"

"Handling potions requires a pure mind and an extremely resolute and determined emotion."

"Reconciling the potion, releasing the magic power and stirring the potion to make it completely integrated requires an unpredictable, innocent and romantic thinking influence."

"The third step is to finally lead to the change of Wolfsbane or the addition of other cursed blood. It requires an extremely optimistic and cheerful mood that looks forward to changes."

Snape stared at Anton, stroked his chin, thoughtfully, "What do you mean?"

Anton raised his eyebrows, "First step, Neville Longbottom. Second step, Hannah Abbott. Third step, George Weasley and Fred Weasley."

"These are members of our cabin."

"Fate is such a naughty little bitch, it's really interesting." Anton watched happily and laughed out loud.

"Tomorrow is the weekend, everyone is free, we will make the potion tomorrow."

Snape chuckled, "No!"

Anton froze for a moment, "Why?"

"You seem to have forgotten." Snape waved his wand and sorted out the potion materials and experimental records, "Tomorrow is the final of the Quidditch game, Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, not only do they have no time, but I as the referee No time."

"finals?"

Anton turned his head and looked out of the oriel window in astonishment. The surface of the Black Lake had been frozen into a large block of ice, fluttering snowflakes were flying around, and the cold air swept across the sky suddenly.

"It's December?"

Snape nodded grimly, "Yes, Christmas is coming too."

"..."

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft does not have the concept of semesters. They are divided into one academic year and one academic year, but Anton still divides the whole year into two semesters according to his own habit.

And the most obvious dividing line is the two-week holiday of Christmas.

The time was very long, and the professors also tacitly did not assign too much homework on this festival, so that the little wizards had a happy holiday.

In other words, the semester of the second grade is coming to an end.

In the first two months, there were a lot of changes, and it seemed like a long time. In the next two months, time seemed to speed up again. When Anton completely settled down to study, research, and explore the magical world, it became unbelievably fast.

"Maybe this is a good Christmas present." Anton looked at the parchment in his hand with a smile. "For a lot of people."

Snape also laughed, it's rare that this man who is no longer gloomy actually didn't smile too much, "We study Potions, hoping to change some things in the face, this sense of accomplishment is something that many spells can do. not reach."

"It does change a lot of things."

Anton raised his eyebrows, "For example, Professor, you can finally get rid of that female werewolf."

Snape froze.

Anton continued talking, "I've seen her name on the Marauder's Map. Obviously, she has a normal-thinking father or mother who is a wizard werewolf, which shows that she has enough humanity. As long as she gets rid of With the effect of Wolf's Poison on her, she can start a new life."

For more than a month, Anton has seen it all.

The female werewolf completely occupied the lounge behind Snape's office, and Old Scrooge spent every day laying the floor in the office, which was miserable.

This is really an interesting discovery. After Lao Si completely stripped away the black magic, he actually showed a good love.

The relationship between wizards and magic is always an interesting topic.

Anton packed up his notes and put them in a snuffbox, greeted Snape, and planned to go back to his dormitory to sleep.

Since there is no way to make potions tomorrow, let's get a good night's sleep.

Indulging in experimental research during this period, I really lost too much sleep, and all of a sudden, I was tired suddenly.

...

In the office, Snape looked at the slowly closing door in silence, then looked back at his lounge.

"Get rid of it completely?"

"..."