(Let me save the manuscript for next week tomorrow~)

Looking at the laughter of everyone, Verne couldn't help but smile. After dividing the students present into two groups, he ordered them to come and collect the magical materials, and waved his hand to call out a record player that he had transformed to play melodious classical music.

Facing the students' confused eyes, Verne said: "Pillage is a rigorous and sophisticated subject. Every time it is brewed, it is responsible for oneself and others. When boiling bubbles dance in the cauldron, boiling people is like walking slowly on the edge of the pot. If you are not careful, you will fall to the point of no return. When it cools down, the drinker pays the most important trust, so naturally it should not disappoint them. Therefore, when adjusting to the potion, we must abide by the mother of wisdom - cautious orders, not tolerate frivolity, and not allow mistakes..." He suddenly shrugged, "But this is too nervous. I think someone is already trembling now."

Although Verne did not stare at any of the people, all the students still turned their eyes to Neve.

Longbottom, and found that the other party was really trembling and sweating profusely.

"The music has a unique charm. Her slim notes can soften tension and contradictions, and contain the power to inspire people." Verne clapped and smiled: "Let's start, maybe you will find that the boiling medicinal soup is rising and falling with the music!"

Under Verne's guidance, everyone lit the fire under the pot and added potions one by one according to the instructions in the book. As time passed, a cool fragrance spread in the classroom.

"Miss Pettier, you've been incorporating the 'Golden Shot' too early, which will weaken the efficacy of the 'Smoking Relief'."

"Mr. Weasley, have you really seen the order of herbal medicines? Why did you add horse hoof roots so early?"

"Mr. Shabini, you have too many hexagonal ingas, which will make the medicine too cold!"

"Mr. Crab, you stir too quickly, be careful that it becomes bitter."

Verne pointed at the students' fallacies one by one until he walked to Draco and found that the other party was ahead of Qunlun and was almost finished brewing the "smoking agent". He was about to put the last step - mint into the cauldron.

After the sound of a chirping, the color of the potion Draco made turned into jade, which was so green that it was fascinating. At the same time, Verne found that the other party was looking at him with a provocative gaze, but he was not angry about it, but instead found a trace of expectation hidden in it, and said, "Good work, Mr. Malfoy, Slytheringer three-pointer!"

Hearing the sound, Draco raised his head arrogantly despite his joy between his eyebrows and said, "This is nothing. What you teach is much simpler than what Professor Snape teaches... Why did he 'allow' you to take the place to class?"

"I don't know either. Maybe he trusts my potion strength. After all, I'm working with him to study it now," Verne recalled the thick handouts Snape forced him to not long ago, shrugged indifferently, and cleverly fought back the other party's rudeness. "What's more, I'm a substitute for him, and he still owes me a bottle of burnt whiskey."

Everyone who was eavesdropping was shocked when they heard this, and Ron almost knocked over the cauldron. In his opinion, he really couldn't understand why it was necessary to cooperate with a greasy old bat. Wouldn't that cause trouble?

Then, Verne walked behind Nevi and found that the other party was sweating profusely at the moment, panicked and at a loss, boiled the "sum cooling agent" into a dark green color. At the same time, after feeling Verne approaching, he was even more busy cutting the "fossil grass" in a hurry, pretending to be extremely busy.

"Mr. Longbottom," as soon as Verne spoke, Nevi trembled all over and threw a horse's hooves into the cauldron. "Please don't be nervous, you're doing a good job." Nevi turned his head blankly and looked at Verne's encouraging smile. He really didn't understand what the pot had turned into a thick ink color at this moment, and what could be called "good".

Verne reached out and pressed his hand on Nevi's shoulder, and had not moved it away for a long time, as if he was instilling courage and trust into the other party, "Relax... Listen to the music."

At this time, the record happened to be broadcast on "Silent Forest" by Czech composer Devozak. The melody of the cello was melodious, and it seemed that there was a mysterious force that slowly relieved Nevi's depression, allowing him to find inner peace and comfort, as if he was flying over the green forest sea.

After a few dozen seconds, Verne realized that Nevi had gradually let go of his mood, so he began to instruct him how to remedy it, and the correct time for the lowering of the material. If there were a few words of praise interspersed with them, so that the other party would not be defeated by pressure again. In the end, Nevi was delighted to find that he had made the finished potion for the first time within the time limit. Although the color of his "smoking agent" was green and far less beautiful than the beautiful and practical made by Draco and Hermione, it had the correct effect after all, rather than the poison that Snape once said that could poison any creature.

"Mr. Longbottom, a person should develop the habit of trusting himself. Even at the most critical moment, he must believe in his courage and perseverance, so that he can succeed." Seeing Nevi nodding in response, Verne smiled helplessly, "That's it, Nevi, do you believe in teacher me?"

"Oh, of course!" Despite some embarrassment, Nevi nodded vigorously.

"That's good, Nevi, please remember one sentence... I, Verne Olobaros Cademont, think that you, Nevi Longbottom, will always be better than you do!" After saying this statement with a strong and powerful force, Verne smiled, "You said, Nevi, you believe in the teacher." He patted the other person's shoulder again and turned to the podium. At the same time, Harry also took the lead in applauding Nevi, and the classroom was thunderous. Even the Slytherins dared not comment more at this time, because this situation had a shocking power.

"I wish you, the lion in the cradle." Verne sighed in his heart.

After class, Nevi bowed deeply to Verne with almost gratitude and hurriedly ran out of the classroom. He was worried that in just one second, tears would burst into his eyes, and instead gave him the joke of Verne who gave him trust.

Ron stared at Navi's leaving figure. He was also a man and could understand the other party's thoughts very well. However, although he was happy for Navi, he was a little jealous and finally could only turn into a helpless sigh.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," Ron's ear horns were a little red, ashamed of his negative psychology. "We should consider one thing seriously now..."

"What's the matter?" Semo on the side.

Finigan was a little puzzled.

"How can I keep Snape 'ill'!"

Upon hearing this, the Gryffindors present burst into laughter and pointed their heads in a deep mood. Only Hermione refuted: "Oh, Ron, how can you curse a professor like this? Although Snape is a little...well, not very good, his potion ability is definitely top-notch. Just now, the professor Cadmond... also indirectly stated that he is not as good as Snape." After the Troll incident, she has become good friends with Harry and Ron.

"So what? I would rather not learn anything than be bitten by a bat all the time. What's more, Professor Cadmond teaches so well and knows how to praise it can definitely irrigate students more than venom!" Harry glared at Draco and others who were slandering Nevi, who were slandering Nevi.

Hermione turned her head and said, "Harry, your idea is not advisable. You come to Hogwarts just to learn the best knowledge. I admit that Professor Cadmond is very good. Everything he did to Neway just now is also right, but I always feel that... he is not solemn enough!"

"Please, Hermione, Professor Cadmond is just a slip of the tongue. There is really no need to be so petty!" Harry said.

"Yes, I'm just a stingy!" Hermione threw her schoolbag on her shoulders with force. "Mr. Porter and Mr. Weasley, congratulations on discovering my 'advantage' again!" After speaking, she strode away angrily, leaving everyone looking at each other.

"Uh...what's wrong with her?" Harry asked blankly.

"I didn't know the reason. I was about to scold her, and she had already 'praise' me together," Ron rolled his eyes. "I guess it was caused by mastitis and too much leucorrhea!"

(Writing this chapter reminds me of another article I once wrote, where the protagonist is good at using x organs and diseases to "elegantly" cursing people, which successfully satisfy my darkness. It's a pity that I wrote 50,000 words and I lost inspiration, alas.)
Chapter completed!