bookbashuk Chapter 227 Knowledge and Skills Level 3! Professor Snape, is Felix Felicis difficult to obtain?
Chapter 227 Knowledge and Skills Level 3! Professor Snape, is Felix Felicis difficult to obtain?
Chapter 228 Knowledge and Skills Level Three! Professor Snape, is Felix Felicis difficult to obtain?
"Felix Felicis?"
Professor Snape's eyebrows furrowed even more.
This word evoked some very unpleasant memories for him.
It felt like I was back to those days of working illegally for Ethan, spending every night immersed in the smoke-filled air...
Dozens of doses of Fructose!!
It made him never want to touch potions again in his life.
"Professor Snape?"
Ethan's clear voice brought Snape back to his senses.
Looking at Ethan's angelic, innocent smile, Snape couldn't help but grind his back teeth.
Sudden.
Snape had a flash of inspiration.
Throughout the entire magical world, there are only a handful of wizards who can successfully concoct Felix Felicis.
Even seventh graders find it difficult to learn.
Not to mention Ethan, who has just started third grade.
If Ethan fails... wouldn't it be a perfectly legitimate way for me to mock him?
Thinking of this.
Snape grinned and said slowly:
"Of course, with your eagerness to learn, a professor like myself would never refuse..."
Through practice and learning, you have acquired the term "well-informed".
Congratulations! Your knowledge and skills have improved!
[Exceptional Knowledge Lv2 → Profound Knowledge Lv3]
[Description: "My brain is so full of knowledge it's about to crack my skull."]
[Effect: Your understanding of any subject will reach its peak, and no knowledge will be able to stop your progress]
When you cast spells, concoct potions, or conduct any research.
You will receive unseen guidance.
"Smack."
Ethan gently sprinkled the powdered horn of a 120-day-old unicorn into the crucible.
Stir slowly clockwise.
At the same time, he was chanting complex incantations.
When a certain stage is reached.
Ethan seemed to sense something.
With a wave of his hand, he extinguished the flames.
Under the influence of a spell.
Watching the liquid inside the crucible quickly turn gray and solidify,
Eventually, it turns into a hardened, cement-like substance.
It failed—quite the opposite.
Ethan carefully took his wand and tapped the "cement" lightly.
There was a click.
The cement cracked open like an egg.
It was exposed, containing a thumb-sized amount of golden liquid.
It shimmered with a brilliant light.
It's like a gemstone forged from a meteorite.
Ethan smelled a faint, sweet scent of honey mixed with the aroma of grass, moss, and damp earth.
When he and Luna went out exploring at night, they could always smell this natural fragrance.
Thinking of this.
The sun rune in his palm stung again.
It's time to see Luna for treatment.
Thinking this way.
Ethan curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
With a wave of the wand, the golden liquid is drawn into a teardrop-shaped glass bottle.
Insert the cork.
Packaging complete.
One bottle of Felix Felicis is all it takes.
Like flowing gold, the liquid shimmered with a misty, starlight-like quality within the glass bottle.
Ethan stared at it, mesmerized.
Turning his head to look at the stunned Professor Snape, he smiled and said:
Is it difficult?
I learned it in a month.
Snape:
In just one month, he mastered many skills that wizards could not understand even after a lifetime of research.
If I hadn't watched Ethan learn from scratch, I wouldn't have been able to do it.
Snape really thought Ethan was deliberately making fun of him!
Are you really Merlin?!
For the first time in my life, I began to doubt my own abilities.
If Ethan had been born in his time, Voldemort probably wouldn't have been a thing. Lily, back then, would have been just as talented.
Snape felt a jolt of emotion.
He quickly composed himself so that Ethan, the perceptive little devil, wouldn't notice.
With a straight face, he said dryly:
"Ravenclaw gets fifty points for your exceptional talent. I have nothing more to teach you."
"Heh, if you took the NEWTs (Ultimate Wizarding Level Exam) right now, I could give you the highest score."
"Hmph~ That's not my ambition."
Ethan said, putting away the Felix Felicis, his eyes burning.
His target is the entire magical world.
The Struggle Begins at Hogwarts
Snape:
sometimes.
Snape really hoped that Ethan's ambition was to achieve excellent grades...:
The day after receiving FLORS.
It just so happens to be the first Quidditch match at Hogwarts.
Gryffindor vs. Slytherin.
Outside the castle, a fierce wind was blowing.
Dark clouds loomed overhead, and large raindrops pelted down, making it almost impossible to breathe.
The students struggled to move forward in the strong wind, and every now and then, umbrellas that had been blown over would spin and fly into the sky.
"If I injure my hand, I can request a postponement of the match."
Malfoy, holding his flying broom, said gloomily.
His hair, which he always wore with excessive amounts of hair wax, was now blown into a bird's nest.
After the two captains shook hands with the force of strangling each other, they did so.
It was accompanied by a whistle that seemed to come from a very far place.
The game started.
In the stands.
Ethan and Luna sat in a barrier that kept them out of the wind and rain.
Squinting, he struggled to search for the players in the wind and rain.
In the end, I gave up.
Forget it, let's just watch the show.
He tilted his head, looked at the top of Luna's fluffy hair, and asked softly:
"What's wrong?"
"Mmm~"
Luna shook her head and silently rubbed his palm.
Cool fingers gently trace the sun's mark.
It swept across a ring of charred black.
"It looks so painful."
After a long while, Luna finally spoke softly.
Ethan frankly replied, "Actually, it's alright. Just thinking about all this powerful energy makes me feel great."
Luna lifted her eyelids and gave Ethan a wary look.
Then he raised his hand and flicked Ethan's forehead lightly.
"Haha, don't worry."
Ethan grinned, his smile radiant.
All you need to do is find a suitable container.
Ethan glanced at him.
He met Michael's contorted expression, which was pressed tightly against the barrier.
...—.Hmm, so ugly.
Ethan smiled slightly at him.
Success made Michael's expression even more ferocious, his facial features almost distorted.
Since everyone learned about it.
Ethan really did take his students on a journey through history, personally participating in the final battle of the fairy rebellion.
Everyone was in an uproar!
That's a golden opportunity to travel through history and become a hero!
Countless people beat their chests in regret.
Even historical records document the glorious feat of "a mysterious force with two hearts and three lungs that blasted the fairy fortress".
Michael: We're both Ravenclaws, how come there's such a huge difference?!
Dad! Please carry me through the ranks!!
Just then.
Suddenly, a chorus of screams erupted from the stands!
Michael turned his head to look.
Countless dark shadows could be seen hovering above the arena.
There were at least a hundred Dementors.
moment.
Michael shivered as fear and cold crept into his body.
He heard someone shout:
"Harry! They're chasing Harry!!"
Harry?
Michael suddenly turned his head and shouted at Ethan in terror:
"Ethan! Those Dementors—they want to save Harry—" Michael froze.
He saw that Ethan showed no sign of panic.
He remained seated steadily.
He slowly opened his mouth:
"I believe that Harry Potter, a member of my Beacon Society who survived the final battle of the goblin rebellion, will not be defeated by mere Dementors."
As they were talking.
Ethan's cobalt blue eyes gazed at the arena.
A sense of confidence and certainty shone in his eyes.
Michael was stunned.
He turned his head and looked back at the arena.
What exactly did Ethan do to their savior?