The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

The more advanced the potion, the more talent it needs.

What Snape said was actually true, Potions didn't require wizards to wave their wands stupidly, but mediocre people (stupid fools in Snape's mouth) couldn't feel its beauty.

The weather was still cold, but Jon Hart's back was soaked with sweat.

However, his hands did not tremble in the slightest.

Whenever the precipitation of the sound bird's feathers appeared, he would estimate its amount within a few seconds, and then carefully add the same amount of dolomite powder.

Not a single mistake...

Until two hours later.

A thick white smoke flew out from the crucible.

Jon quickly covered his nose and took a few steps back...but his eyes still did not leave the cauldron.

As the medicine in the crucible boiled violently, the white smoke gradually dissipated.

Jon quickly picked up the cauldron from the stove, opened it—

There was almost enough liquid left in it to fill two small crystal bottles... a liquid that was completely transparent and looked like clear water.

Yes, this look... is undoubtedly Veritaserum!

A smile could not help but appear on Jon's face, and at the same time he was greatly relieved.

He succeeded!

For the first time, he successfully prepared a pot of real high-level potion.

In the past eight months, he didn't know how many times he failed, and each failure was a waste of half a month; but now he can be sure that the process of these failures is worthwhile.

Jon carefully poured the veritaserum from the crucible into two crystal bottles, and sealed the bottles with tinfoil.

One was placed in the Room of Requirement and his bottles and cans; the other was placed in the carry-on bag.

...

It was almost dark when Jon left the Room of Requirement.

He was planning to go back to the Hufflepuff common room early to recharge his batteries tonight... After all, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, the second project will start.

But when Jon walked near the corridor next to the kitchen, he saw a somewhat strange face pacing here.

Hermione Granger.

How could she be here, Jon couldn't help being a little curious.

Did she want to sneak into the kitchen and start a house-elf riot?

Just when Jon was thinking wildly, Hermione also saw him, and she quickly greeted him and ran over.

Could it be that she came here specially to find her?

Jon couldn't help being more curious.

"Jon... how are you doing recently?" Hermione stammered.

"Fine..." Jon replied, hiding the curiosity on his face.

"That... I remembered the scene when you fought against the fire dragon in the first project..." Hermione said somewhat incoherently: "I wasn't there at the time... no, I mean, I paid close attention to it." These...the use of devil nets and ghost vines is really a genius idea..."

"Thank you!" Jon nodded: "What can I do?"

A troubled expression appeared on Hermione's face, and finally she shook her head.

"Nothing...I just came to say hello...sorry to interrupt...bye..."

With that, Hermione turned and walked back down the corridor.

"Wait!" Jon suddenly stopped her from behind, and he suddenly thought of something: "Hermione, don't you come to ask me how to pass the second test?"

Hermione Granger's body froze slightly, and she turned around with an apologetic expression on her face.

"I'm sorry... I did have that thought... but it's too rude..." Hermione nodded with a wry smile, "Because I really can't think of a better way... I'm so sorry, I'm so offended... You can just pretend that I have never been here... just pretend that nothing happened..."

Hermione began to speak, becoming incoherent again.

The corners of Jon's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly... even Hermione, who was opposite, didn't notice such a small movement.

"Wait here for me!" He said calmly.

Hermione was completely stunned: "No...no need..."

But before she could reply, Jon had already got into the barrel.

...

Hermione Granger is now in a dilemma.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps suddenly sounded from behind her, startling her.

"Granger, what are you doing here?" a serious voice asked.

"I...I'm..." Hermione glanced at Professor Alastor Moody, the teacher of Defense Against the Dark Arts, a little guilty, not knowing how to answer.

And she was a little timid, afraid that her deeds would be discovered by the teacher.

"Professor McGonagall told you to hurry over there!" Mad-Eye Moody said coldly, "Go to her office."

"Now, Professor Moody!" Hermione mustered up her courage and whispered.

Moody nodded and limped away.

Hermione glanced at the barrel, and then at Professor Moody's back.

Just when she was gritting her teeth and wanted to leave first.

The lid of the barrel was pushed back again.

Jon Hart came out, this time he had something in his hand.

"Take it!" Jon threw a bag of things at her, and Hermione caught it dumbly.

"What is this?" She asked in a stiff tone.

"Gill grass." Jon introduced calmly: "Taking a handful of this herb will grow gills and webbed fingers and toes, so that people can swim and breathe underwater for more than an hour."

Hermione shook her head quickly, she wanted to return the bag of gill grass to Jon.

"It's okay." Jon shook his head: "But I'm curious, are you going to help Harry Potter or Viktor Krum!"

Hearing Harry's name, Hermione gritted her teeth and made a decision.

"Help Harry, he is my good friend, and Viktor is just a dance partner I met by chance." She said softly, her voice trembling again: "Jon, I don't know how to thank you..."

"Nothing!" Jon shrugged: "Harry also helped me in the first project."

After speaking, he got back into the barrel.

...

When he saw the figure of Mad-Eye Moody (Barty Crouch Jr.) through the reflection of the window, Jon suddenly had this plan.

Because of tomorrow's situation, there will be a little deviation from the original plot.

Dobby the house-elf was probably still working as a servant in the Malfoy family, so it was impossible for him to come and give Harry the gillsweed at this time.

At the same time, Moody will definitely not let Harry take part in the second project unprepared... After all, he wants to let Harry get good grades as much as possible.

Instead of letting Moody come up with something else...

It's better to take the initiative yourself!

Fake Moody didn't go very far, and his magic eye must have seen everything here.

In order to avoid a large deviation in my own plan tomorrow.