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It's a good thing that the mandrake is ripe, which means the potion to lift the curse can begin to be concocted.

But this has nothing to do with William - the best potion master in Hogwarts is Professor Snape, and the job of preparing Mandrake Herbal Water is not his turn.

But the exam in the morning was really not interesting, and mandrakes were really rare, so William followed Adams to the greenhouse very happily.

"William, have you survived the mandrake?"

"I've heard of it, but I've never touched it," William was quite honest. "That thing used to be the main ingredient in many recovery potions, but later the prescriptions were improved - you know the reason."

"Of course, I am an expert in this," Adams said confidently. "Adult herbs are too dangerous. They have high environmental requirements, short storage time, low survival rate, and high mortality. They cannot be popularized at all, so they can only be used Use other herbs instead."

"Let me tell you William, that thing is as delicate as a child - when it just started snowing, I was urged to go out and make a bunch of socks and scarves, otherwise those mandrakes would freeze to death. "

Adams poured out the bitter water helplessly, "Thank God they are mature, otherwise I would have been planted in the soil with them."

"You got through it, didn't you?"

William patted Adams' shoulder sympathetically. Just by looking at the information, he knew how terrifying those mandrakes were.

"Yeah, just leave the seedlings to harvest some seeds. I will follow the professor's suggestion - don't cultivate so many mandrakes in recent years if it is not necessary." He shook his head in distress. "You know, William, because those guys like to pull themselves out and sing, the plants in that greenhouse are almost dead, and there's my favorite biting cabbage in there!"

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Your preference is no better than mandrake - although that thing can make bone spirits, it really bites people!

"I understand, after all, even a wizard can't stand its singing."

Walking and listening to Adams' complaints, the two of them soon arrived outside the greenhouse.

"Professor William?"

Professor Sprout seemed to be in a good mood and greeted William happily, "It will be fully mature in about half an hour. I think you must know how dangerous this little guy is now, right?"

"Of course, Professor Sprout," William said without any reservation of his admiration. The herbalist who can grow this kind of thing that is not much less dangerous than the basilisk is an absolute master. "I was pulled down because of negligence. Unless the wizard with earmuffs uses the magic spell in time, even the best hospital will not be able to save him."

"Yes, so we can put on earplugs now, if you are interested in seeing how they are harvested." Professor Sprout was quite happy.

"certainly."

Of course William was interested in seeing this top-notch raw material that he had never seen before. Even if he couldn't make it himself, it would be fun to see it.

First, he cast a spell on himself to seal off his hearing, then put on earplugs, then earmuffs, and then applied a bubble spell on himself for final isolation. William quickly completed the protective measures under Adams' surprised eyes.

But then there was no sound. William looked at Adams gesticulating and didn't know what he wanted to express, and almost couldn't help laughing.

It took Adams a long time to carefully complete the protection. Then Professor Sprout took the lead and gestured for them to follow. Then he approached the greenhouse and carefully opened the door that was locked by magic.

'Adams didn't describe it well enough - the greenhouse was a total loss. '

This was William's first reaction when he saw the situation in the greenhouse.

The greenhouse that was supposed to be lush and green with herbs seemed to have been sprayed with herbicides. There was no green at all. Although the land was moist and the soil was fertile, all the herbs were withered and yellow, looking like weeds in late autumn. Same.

'The herbs I've seen cost more than three thousand galleons on the market…'

William calculated quickly, and then couldn't help but feel heartbroken for the herbs in the greenhouse - if it weren't for the purpose of saving the students, this situation would definitely not happen.

'The death sound of the mandrake, the death eye of the basilisk—what magical beings have I faced this year? '

As soon as he was distracted for a moment, there was movement in the hay not far away. A mandrake pulled itself up violently, then laughed proudly, and then opened its mouth in front of William.

There is no doubt that if William did not do any protection, this would be enough to fulfill the curse on him - it would be doubled.

But now, William stretched out his wand, waved it gently, and lifted the singing little guy up into the air with his mouth wide open. With his left hand, he firmly grasped the back of its neck. The hand holding the wand did not stop. With a wave, a piece of weed turned into a cork and floated to his hand.

Holding the cork, William stuffed it directly into Mandrake's mouth - the size was just right.

When he touched the wand, the cork deformed and turned into a cork like a light bulb. When he spit it out, he lost.

Furthermore, a bandage tied the mandrake tightly and would never let go.

Okay, pretty perfect, call it a day.

Adams, who was watching the excitement over there, had his mouth wide open and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Professor Sprout was okay. She clapped at William and seemed to quite approve of William's handling methods.

'How do orthodox herbalists deal with it? '

William looked at Adams - at this moment, Adams discovered a hiding mandrake. He waved his wand, grabbed the mandrake, and then swung his wand downwards in mid-air.

'This is? '

The spell fell like a stick, hitting Mandrake hard on the head - the Mandrake who tried to open its mouth was knocked unconscious without even a struggle.

As if he was worried, Adams added another spell, and the spell came with another stick...

Of course, it's not that the spell is used to summon the stick, it's just that William looks like it...

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"It's done, don't take off the protection, just leave."

Professor Sprout used his wand to write such words in the air, and then watched William and Adams walking in front carrying a basket of mandrakes. Then they walked at the end and carefully inspected the surrounding land.

After confirming that there was no mandrake that could slip out near the door, and using magic to check his surroundings, Professor Sprout left the greenhouse.

"The remaining numbers are correct, the number of each plant is correct, but don't take off the protection."

Sprout continued writing with his wand, and then began to deal with the stunned mandrake - it was also silenced and tied up, just like dealing with crabs, but with one more step.

She carefully inspected the mandrake that William had processed, nodding with satisfaction while inspecting it.

"Just wait until Professor Snape arrives," she gestured with her wand, "Adams, please go and have a look to prevent students from approaching because of curiosity or other reasons."

Afterwards, Professor Sprout weighed the mandrakes, stuffed two of them into William, and wrote in the air, "Two should be enough to prepare the necessary medicine, but you have to be careful not to leave them for too long and leave the land where they were cultivated. After that, mandrakes are very delicate."

"Originally there should be more, but the school's students have to be given priority," she said with an apologetic smile, "That's all, Professor William."

"Thank you, Professor Sprout."

William responded with gestures with his wand, "I will take care of everything quickly."

He took out the box from his pocket, and then used magic to bind the two guys a few more times - if control spells such as the sleeping spell hadn't affected the properties of the medicine, he would have wished to cast another seven or eight spells now.

"Then I'll take my leave first, Professor Sprout. As you know, Professor Snape and I don't have the same views on some issues."

After William confirmed that he was ready, he said goodbye to Sprout - judging from Professor Sprout's relaxed face, it was obvious that the professor was troubled by this matter.

There was no other way. Even the students in this school knew that Professor Snape was interested in William's position. Professor Sprout specifically pointed out Snape's name to Adams because he didn't want to make the situation too embarrassing...

After all, she was neither the principal nor the vice-principal, so she couldn't suppress Snape's vicious tongue...

But William had nothing to complain about - things like mandrake had to be grown on site even for the precious Hogwarts. Sprout's hard work on it was real, and they gave it to him. What more bikes do you want...

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"Mandrake..."

William looked at the two deadly things in the box. The protection on his body had not been removed since he came back, and he had deliberately gone to a remote place.

"There is no way to save this thing...it's like fighting fire with fire," he sighed, looking at the gift he had been busy with. "It's a pity that this kind of herb will die soon after it is mature and leaves the land..."

William had no psychological burden at all when dealing with this thing. This thing was more venomous than the most venomous snake. He picked up the silver knife used to deal with potions and killed one with one blow.

'If you leave it for a little longer, it's a quick-acting antidote—it's more effective than fecal stones, but it's expensive to make…'

The materials are complete and the crucible is the best one I have never imagined before.

Although students outside were taking exams, William still entered the state of configuring potions at an unprecedented speed.

After a few hours, the potion was completed very easily without any difficulty.

'This potion is too simple... not challenging - or in other words, it was listed as having such a high level of difficulty before, not because it was really difficult to brew, but because the difficulty was entirely in finding fresh mandrake. '

Looking at the potion, William shook his head, preparing to try a difficult test - there was one left, just in time to try the so-called Mandela Herbal Water, which was the antidote this time.

'It's a bit of a waste, I can't keep this stuff - but it's also a blessing to be able to waste it...'

With this thought in mind, William began to skillfully give the second mandrake, which still wanted to be the king of singing, a few strokes.

Easy, done.

'Okay, the next step is to add the mandrake itself as a raw material, but use the extract...'

Patiently performing operations that were completely different from those used in the past, William's hands became lighter and lighter - although theoretically the difficulty of this potion was also the mandrake, but he had never even prepared a similar potion. .

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'Phew, success! '

William wiped the sweat from his head - it was more difficult than he thought, but he still completed the potion to an excellent level.

Drinking it does not have any side effects other than the formula itself, which is an excellent standard for a pharmaceutical.

Of course, perfection also exists, but just think about it. It needs to be improved and improved again and again, to eat the potions to death, and then to introduce new ones. William has some in his hands, but none of them are unique to him.

"Test it, maybe we can learn something else."

He carefully took out a little potion and began to process it according to the detection techniques he had learned before.

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"Quite excellent."

He nodded, "You can drink it yourself."

Unless there are some messy potions, otherwise, the creator must dare to drink his own potions - if he doesn't feel at ease, who dares to use them?

William poured himself a small glass, drank it, and blinked.

Safety.

Pretty safe.

It just has no effect on the curse - after all, it is the curse left by the Dark Lord, and William has no hope.

"William!"

There was a sudden shout outside the door, coming from Adams.

"What's wrong?"

William held the wand and prepared to open the door in a happy mood - a pot of good potion was brewed, shouldn't it be shown off to friends?

Adams, you came at the right time!

Wealth does not return to its hometown, just like walking at night in brocade clothes. This time I will show you what it means to be a professional potion master!

Don't always use Felixir as the standard for potion masters. You're just an amateur if you do that!

"Phew, it's good that you're here, William, Singed, that idiot Singed!"

"What happened to Singed?"

William glanced at Adams - compared to him, the alchemy professor was so calm, right?

"That idiot made the basilisk's eyes into evil eyes and then turned himself into stone!"

"Magic Eye?"

"Yes, they are eyes with messy magic effects. They are usually made of materials from various magical creatures. Didn't you give Singed the eyes of the basilisk? He is busy with this at this time!"

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Please allow me to take back what I said earlier. Neither of you are very reliable.

What the hell is it that petrifies oneself - don't you know how to do animal experiments first?

There are so many rabbits in the Forbidden Forest!

"Let's go, let's go - I just made the potion and just tried it myself."

"Potion?"

"Yeah, I'm quite curious. How do you know? I just made it and haven't told anyone else yet."

"I'm here to ask you to lift him up - he doesn't know what he made for himself, and I can't bring it up with my own magic..."

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"Let's go to treatment..."

William suddenly didn't want to talk for a while.

Of course, he didn't forget the medicine in his hand.

He was convinced by these two people - one couldn't even lift people with magic, and the other did it on his own without doing animal experiments after doing various magic protections for himself...

'However, this medicine is considered used today? '

'You two have made a contribution to not wasting potions...'

ps: That's it for today... I can't afford to add more... I'll have to get one chapter out before tomorrow night... I'm speechless. Four thousand words seems to be the limit tonight... I thought I could do three updates...