After three o'clock, Ke Wen was watching the scenery through the window in the corridor of the office, when a sudden voice sounded from the corner of the corridor, which startled him.
"You still have a sense of time."
Snape's figure was like a big bat, and he walked over at a brisk pace with almost no ups and downs. The wide sleeves of the wizard's robe could not keep up with Snape's speed, and "hunting" sounded behind him.
When he came to the office door, Snape just waved his hand, and the office door swung open inward.
"Come in." Snape ordered without looking back, and walked into the office first.
The office looked very dark, and there were bottles and jars on the wooden shelves against the wall, filled with all kinds of disgusting things.
This scene reminded Kewen of the basement where he almost died.
"What are you doing standing there, come here." Snape was already sitting at the desk, and seeing Ke Wen looking around the room with a little blank eyes, he couldn't help urging.
"Good professor." Ke Wen came back to his senses and walked to the desk.
Snape didn't let Cowen sit down either, but while arranging the homework books of each grade on the desk, he said without looking up: "You said this morning... you are not used to the quantifiers I use?"
"Uh, yes professor," Cowen admitted.
"Then what standard of measurement are you used to?" Although Professor Snape was asking, his tone of voice did not fluctuate, making one feel that he was talking to himself.
"Grams, kilograms, etc." Cowen replied.
"K..." Snape recalled a little, and then continued to speak without any ups and downs: "I remember that it was the international unit of mass defined by the Muggle world ninety-nine years ago."
Ke Wen was speechless, secretly thinking that Snape knew too much. To be honest, Ke Wen himself had never studied the origin of these things, but he was used to them all the time when he grew up.
At this time, Snape continued: "Forget about Muggle things in the future, and get used to the wizarding world's measurement standards."
"I think... it may take some time." Cowen responded with some embarrassment.
"Remember who you are now." Snape warned: "You are no longer a Muggle, but a wizard. In the world of wizards, don't believe in those so-called standards, but believe in being a wizard." intuition."
"Intuition?" Ke Wen felt that it was magical, but it was too unscientific.
At this moment, Snape organized all the documents in front of him, pushed them to the edge of the table, and looked up at Cowen.
"Intuition is the criterion for judging whether a wizard is successful or not." Snape now not only has no ambiguity, but seriously explained: "In terms of spells, wizards who cast spells by intuition usually have better achievements than those who use spells rigidly." Be tall."
"In terms of potions, it's not just about following the herbal dosage standards in the books to prepare potions, because not all herbal medicines in the world have the same amount of medicine."
Hearing this, Ke Wen was thoughtful.
Seeing this, Snape stopped explaining, and after a while, he continued: "So you have to rely on your intuition, and feel when preparing potions, whether a herb should be added a little more or less."
"Just like this morning, although the herb you added to the crucible seemed to be the same as what your classmate added before. But the herb you chose is obviously less effective than the one your classmate used before."
"In this case, you need to rely on your intuition. You should add a little more herbal medicine to ensure the successful configuration of the medicine."
"Afterwards, there is the stirring of the potion. It is also necessary to rely on intuition to feel at what speed, strength, and direction to stir the potion."
Having said that, Snape finally couldn't help but uttered contemptuous words in an unwavering tone: "Do you think Potions is the same as other subjects, and you can master it successfully if you just study hard?"
"This..." After listening to Snape's words, Ke Wen was a little speechless.
"To make a perfect potion, to sum it up, you need to use intuition everywhere." Professor Snape looked into Kewen's eyes and said slowly: "Choose the amount of herbs by intuition, and grasp the heat of the crucible by intuition , rely on intuition to adjust the way of stirring the potion."
"The most perfect potion can only be prepared by combining these three steps perfectly by intuition. Otherwise, if any step is not perfect, the potion prepared can only be regarded as qualified. The potion is so weak that it is a waste of herbs. "
A perfectionist, Cowen finally understood Professor Snape's character, but he was not qualified to comment on it.
"I see. Thank you for your guidance, Professor." Ke Wen thanked him earnestly and politely.
"In the future studies..." Professor Snape didn't care about Cowen's thanks, and continued: "Get used to my measurement standards as soon as possible, adapt to the use of the scale as soon as possible, and feel more about your own intuition."
"I will." Ke Wen nodded.
"You can go out." Professor Snape gave the order to evict the guest.
"That...professor." Ke Wen didn't say goodbye, but looked a little hesitant.
"What else is there?" Professor Snape said flatly.
Ke Wen continued to say with some hesitation: "Professor, may I ask you to make a potion now?"
Hearing this, Snape stared at Cowen for a while, then got up without saying a word.
He quickly walked out from behind the desk, walked all the way to the storage shelf as if drifting, and picked some herbs from the herbal medicine cabinet.
Back at the desk, Snape set up the scales, the cauldron, and other utensils, and without a word began to pick up a herb that was about to be ground into powder.
"Wait a minute, professor!"
Ke Wen suddenly made a sound, which made Snape's movements stop, and he turned his head to look over.
"Herbs, can you show me first?" Ke Wen asked for instructions.
Snape finally had an expression on his face. Hearing this, he frowned slightly, stared at Cowen for a while, and then continued to hand over the herbs without saying a word.
Ke Wen stretched out his palm, put the herbs on it, and closed his eyes.
After all, he has master-level body fighting skills. Although he doesn't know what intuition is, Ke Wen still has a little sixth sense as a warrior.
After a while, Kewen opened his eyes and returned the herb to Professor Snape.
Next, Ke Wen felt all the herbs that Professor Snape was about to use, and then carefully perceived the potion stirred by Professor Snape.
After the potion was perfectly prepared, Kewen glanced at Professor Snape, then without speaking, picked up another herbal medicine in silence, and started making the potion.
Watching Ke Wen put in the herbs, control the heat, and stir the potions, Snape's paralyzed face couldn't hold back any longer, showing a look of shock...
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