The plant potion class is one of the most hated courses among almost all students. If you want to use herbs to make potions with magical effects, you must prepare the ingredients step by step, mix and stir, and control the precise timing and appropriate temperature.
Of course, if you want to prepare a more effective potion, the requirements will be more stringent. These potions cannot be guaranteed to be 100% successful, and sometimes they even require the luck of the preparer.
Betty Ferdowsi knows how difficult it is to make healing potions.
At the same time, she was also very clear about her abilities and nature. Not to mention, she had just arrived at the school and her mind was blank about potion preparation.
Let's just say that the Dragon Clan is not a patient race to begin with. It is simply a kind of mental torture to let them stare at a handful of grass roots and slowly simmer them on the fire.
Therefore, Betty did not intend to embarrass herself at all. She yawned quietly and prepared herself to sleep until the class was over.
On the other side, Ava was still trying to understand the words floating in the air, because Professor Sean's continuous writing was really sloppy. She could barely recognize only half of them so far.
At this time, someone had already approached Professor Sean and handed in his or her work.
"Professor, I completed this." The man said in a cold voice. Everyone in the classroom could hear what he said.
Ava raised her head. It was a young man with an exquisite appearance. His long pale golden hair was meticulously combed, and his green eyes were like bright emerald stones. The ears are pointed and hung with three long leaf pendants.
Unlike ordinary men, his body looks unusually light, and his movements reveal an inexplicable grace.
"Isn't this the little prince of the elves? I didn't expect him to be sent here too?" Betty rested her chin lazily, "Tsk, he still loves to be so pushy."
Seeing Ava staring at the elf boy without blinking, Betty immediately raised her hand to block Ava's sight: "Hey, don't be fooled by his pretty face."
The pointed ears of the young man on the stage moved.
"This guy has no gender, he can't even be considered a man." For fear of her friends being deceived, Betty threatened Ava in a low voice, "And he is super narcissistic and very troublesome..."
"Betty Ferdowsi, talking about others behind their backs." The elf boy interrupted coldly, "The barbaric rudeness of your dragons never disappoints."
Being caught saying bad things, Betty could only snort in despair.
Obviously the little dragon princess and the little elf prince are old acquaintances, but the two don't seem to get along well.
"Sol Undine, is this the healing potion you prepared?" Sean shook the dark green liquid in his hand and nodded with satisfaction.
"Yes, Professor." Thor withdrew his gaze.
The elves are a race that combines elegance, intelligence and beauty. For a long time in the past, they were born in the forest, grew up in the forest, and were almost able to integrate with nature.
As a candidate for the future crown prince of the elves, Sol Undini naturally understands the attributes and characteristics of most plants.
This natural advantage undoubtedly made him the most talented student in plant potions.
"Since Mr. Sol is so confident, let's test the effect of his potion." Professor Sean took out the cork and poured the potion made by Sol onto the rotten flesh of the big-toothed brown rat. On the wound.
The whole class was nervously waiting for the reaction of the big-toothed brown rat, only Ava showed a look of sudden enlightenment.
This big-toothed brown rat is a magical creature raised by Professor Sean in the black forest. Due to the aging of its organs, many complications have occurred in its body.
Ava watched Professor Thor and Sean's series of actions and finally understood what task she should complete in this class.
She needs to make a medicine to cure the buck-toothed rat in the cage.
Under the eyes of everyone in the audience, the big-toothed brown rat that moaned intermittently slowly became quiet. The large white ringworm in the missing area of the fur has also disappeared visibly to the naked eye.
Soon, the painful and restless big-toothed brown rat fell into a sound sleep.
"The potion prepared by Prince Thor is so powerful. It not only has a healing effect, but also soothes the pain of the big-toothed brown rat." A girl looked at Thor with admiration.
"Ha, Sol has cured the big-toothed brown rat. Do we still need to prepare medicine?" Many students wanted to give up.
Thor raised his chin slightly, and after seeing Professor Sean write an "A" after his name, he returned to his seat.
Thor had expected the potion to have such an effect.
After all, in the field of potions, no race is more talented than elves!
Professor Sean saw everyone's reactions. The medicine prepared by Thor was indeed better than he had imagined, but it did not fundamentally solve the pathogenic problem of the big-toothed brown rats.
Of course, in Professor Sean's eyes, Thor has done a good enough job.
This is a "hell-difficulty bonus question". Professor Sean never expected these young students to prepare such an efficient potion from the beginning.
"Everyone, hurry up. If you don't finish it before the end of get out of class, you will face the dilemma of making up the exam during the holiday." Professor Sean urged the students below with a serious face.
And when his eyes swept to the back of the classroom, the old professor's expression almost broke.
At this time, in the last row of the classroom, Betty Ferdowsi had fallen asleep on the table.
Professor Sean's right eyelid twitched, and this was not the scene that completely broke him.
What made him collapse the most was the person sitting next to Betty Ferdowsi. The child from the East was brewing herbal medicine alone.
Professor Sean actually admires brave students and he often encourages students to try boldly, because potions require enough innovative consciousness...
but!
but!
He has never seen anyone flip one crucible and then place it on another crucible for combined use!
This is not a circus! This behavior is an insult to potion making!
Professor Sean took out his wand with a sullen face, and walked over, intending to stop the dangerous operation the girl was doing.
Ava was completing the task at hand seriously, completely unaware that her actions had offended the old-fashioned professor of plant potions.
She was concentrating on a crucial step.
There is a saying in ancient books: Change is the nature of heaven and earth; once the elixir is made, all changes will return to one.
Ava doesn't know how to prepare healing potions, but fortunately, under her master's guidance in all aspects over the past decade or so, she has also made remarkable achievements in alchemy.
Just now, Ava saw that the bucktoothed mouse was short of breath and weak, and needed to replenish qi and nourish yin. Originally, she planned to refine a sixth-grade vitality pill.
But when she touched the storage bag, she found that the quality of the herbs prepared by the sect for her was extraordinary, and there was even a thousand-year-old ginseng among them.
Because she couldn't bear to use this rare treasure of heaven and earth, she thought of using the American ginseng-like herb prepared in class instead.
I originally thought that they were all ginseng, so there wouldn’t be much difference in usage.
However, she never expected that Ava would encounter a big trouble because of this.
Perhaps the combination of Chinese and Western medicinal materials produced a miraculous chemical reaction, and the quality of the sixth-grade Yuanqi Pill in the pot inexplicably improved during the pill-making process.
Right now, looking at the surging spiritual energy fluctuations nearby like a tsunami, it is actually reaching the quality of a ninth-grade elixir!
To be honest, this sudden change made Ava very stressed.
Because according to her past experience, the birth of the ninth-grade elixir gathered the energy of heaven and earth and caused great changes.
To put it simply, when this pill is refined, there is a high probability that it will attract the mighty ninth-grade pill thunder.
Use Qi to gather things, and use fire to condense elixirs. When the prototype of the elixir slowly appeared between the two crucibles, the billowing dark clouds coming from nowhere had silently gathered above the Potions classroom.
"It's too late." Ava's expression changed.
The next moment, the dazzling purple light cut through the sky like a sharp sword. This thrilling shining arc descended from the lead-colored clouds and struck straight on the roof of the Potions classroom.
Boom! !
The deafening thunderstorm echoed throughout the magic school...
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