They couldn't help their curiosity aement, whispering to their teammates.
"Do you all waion?" Even the quietest whispers couldn't escape Snape's ears, and he roared at the surrounding students.
"Now!"
"tih your work!"
"Whether you're from Slytherin ryffindor, if anyone fails to plete it, your homework will be extended by one foot!"
"What are you all standing around for?"
One foot!
All the students were too afraid to be curious about what was happening with Hoare. One foot, that's a killer!
Though they admired Hoare's ce to iate with the professor, they wouldn't dare do it themselves. No way! No way!
Mom, I'm so scared. Professor Snape is even scarier than you described!
The bck robe dragged on the ground, making a soft rustling sound that sent chills down their spines.
"Are you an idiot? Crush it! Don't you uand crush?"
"Has your brain beeen by slugs? Three turns! Three turns! Not two!"
"Take the cauldron off the heat, you troll!"
Snape's venom was equally distributed among all the students, regardless of their house.
Hoare listened and sighed inwardly.
What a toug se!
Professor Snape was single-handedly bringing Slytherin and Gryffindor clether. He's truly a good person.
"Henry... you do it?" Harry's tone was extremely cautious.
Hoare's previously rexed mood was now tinged with a bit of tension, "I think so."
"Think so!?" Harry was shocked.
"Henry! You have to succeed. I've already lost a point fryffindor. If I lose more, I'll be kicked out." Harry's face was a mask of pain by the end.
Hoare remained calm, "If you wao succeed for sure, it's not impossible."
Harry shivered, clutg his pocket, "I only have a dozen Galleo."
H him, "Do I look like that kind of person?"
"You do." Harry's voice was full of rese.
"Are you really that short on money?" Harry didn't uand. Didn't Hoare just earn 200 Galleons?
"I spent it all," Hoare said with righteous fidence.
"Spent it all!?" It wasn't Harry who said this, but Malfoy, who was eavesdropping nearby.
His excmation nearly caught Snape's attention. Snape snorted coldly and gnced over but didn't pursue it further.
Malfoy wao ask more, but then he saw the potion in Hoare's cauldron ge from a crystal-clear white to a mysterious brown, bubbling ominously.
He hurriedly stepped back several paces and shouted, "William, your cauldron! It's about to explode!"
Goodness, when there's no trouble, it's Henry; when there is, it's William. Malfoy sure knows how to divide responsibility.
Malfoy's shout once again caught Snape's attention.
Seeing Malfoy's panicked expression, Snape quickly approached, his long bck robe billowing like waves, mirr his anger.
"Henry William!"
Each word seemed to be squeezed out from between Seeth.
"You failed." Sone was cold with a hint of mockery.
"I didn't," Hoare insisted.
Sall figure cast a shadow over Harry and Hoare, the pressure almost tangible.
"It seems someone will have to pay for their stupidity," Snape's eyes gleamed with malicious glee.
Harry was shtened he couldn't help but step back a few paces. He quietly reached out, tugging at Hoare's robe, trying to pull him back to avoid that terrifying shadow.
Hoare remained calm and posed. He wouldn't fail.
His talent in potion-making was B-level, and one shouldn't uimate this B-level. In a matter of seds, he had mentally tested all possible binations of ingredients hundreds of times. If he wanted, he could make it.
He had anized all potential failure sarios.
What he was using now was the only successful and refined method he had tested.
So, he wouldn't fail.
Snape frowned deeply, the furrow between his brows growing more pronounced.
He had never seen anyone remain so calm under his pressure, still operating in an orderly manner. For a moment, he almost believed that this troll with a head full of knotgrass could actually succeed.
Hoare tio stir his potion at a steady pace. On the eighteenth and a half turn, he added the juice of a crushed herb, then began stirring terclockwise.
After three turns, all the students saw a faint smoke rising from Hoare's cauldron, which then turned a pale red.
Sanding closest, clearly saw the potion in the cauldron ge color, from brown to silver, finally stabilizing at blue.
Hoare carefully extinguished the fme and slowly poured the potion from the cauldron into a crystal vial.
Only then was the potion sidered plete.
Snape looked at the crystal vial in Hoare's hand, the potion inside exuding a warm blue glow with flecks of silver, truly magical.
It was a feeling full of vitality.
Snape knew Hoare had succeeded.
Though he didn't knootion Hoare had made, just one look, just one look, and he could feel the vibrant life force emanating from it.
Snape's facial muscles tightened, appearing very serious, but no one could know the turmoil inside him. He had never seen such a potion.
A potion full of life.
What kind of potion could be so full of life!
Snape's mind raced with tless specutions, only to dismiss them himself.
Impossible, impossible.
Henry William was only eleven years old. How could he achieve this!
Seadied his mind aended his right hand, "Let me see." His voice sounded as if it were squeezed from his throat, dry and harsh.
Hoare raised an eyebrow, "Professor, have you agreed to my terms?"
"Hmph!"
Snape snorted coldly from his nose. Hoare khis was his way of g, and with a smile, he pced one of the two pleted potions into Snape's hand.
At this moment, the entire of students wished they could grow ara head, oo watch their own cauldron and ao see the otion over by Professor Snape.
The crystal vial in his haed a cool sensation, soothing Snape's anxious mood.
He uncorked the vial, and tiny sparks of light drifted out, releasing a faint fragrance.
Just from a whiff, Snape's expression ged dramatically.
The surrounding students were scratg their heads in curiosity, wishing their heads could fly over.
What oh was that thing? Why did Professor Snape, after smelling it, show su unbelievable expression on his usually rigid and cold face?
He cracked!
