When they returned to the original unmanned classroom, the two of them stared with big eyes, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing for a while.
Ivan also put out the thought of reprimanding Hermione, after all, Madam Pomfrey said that her condition was much worse than Hermione's.
"It looks like we are going to have a detailed titable!" Ivan sighed helplessly, as if the restless work and rest for a long ti like before will cause problems.
Then Ivan began to rework a new schedule, the most important of which was to restrict the use of the ti converter.
Go back up to 30 hours a day, try to avoid going back to the past several tis at the sa ti, drink a bottle of tonic every three days, etc...
After strictly stipulating the schedule of work and rest, both of them felt a lot more relaxed in the next few days, but the progress of the potion research and developnt also slowed down a lot.
Even if Ivan put all the grade points earned in class every day into it, there is still a core problem that cannot be solved.
That's why the effect of the compound decoction suddenly disappeared when the black-robed wizards were used in the experint.
Thinking of this, Ivan frowned deeply.
After hesitating, he picked up the compound decoction prepared on the table, randomly added a hair collected in school these days, drank it in one sip, and soon his body deford.
Ivan looked at the mirror next to him, and he had beco a thin little wizard.
"Shen Feng Wuying!"
When the effect of the dicine stabilized, Ivan used his wand against his arm to lightly chant the spell, releasing the spell.
The invisible magic blade pierced his skin, blood flowed down the wound, and the table suddenly beca bright red.
Hermione turned her head when she heard the noise, and she was shocked when she saw a long wound on the arm of a strange little wizard.
Hermione instantly guessed that the person in front of him was Ivan who had drunk the compound soup, because she and Ivan were the only people here just now.
Seeing a lot of blood flow from Ivan's wrist, the little witch panicked.
Fortunately, she rembered that she had seen in the book "Advanced Potion Making" that Bai Xian could heal her injuries, so she hurriedly searched for it, grabbed a stick of Bai Xian, and ran over like crazy. Pulling Ivan's injured arm, he dripped fresh juice onto the wound.
However, the wound was still bleeding, and the fresh juice did not have the slightest effect.
"It's impossible! Why is it useless?" Hermione said eagerly with a hint of crying.
Ivan also didn't expect Hermione to have such a big reaction, and hurriedly explained.
"Don't worry, Hermione, I'm just doing an experint... this is just part of an experint."
While speaking, Ivan put his wand into the wound, and he whispered a curse like singing in his mouth, and the wound on his arm healed imdiately.
He was just testing the stability of the compound decoction, especially when the drinker was severely injured and treated, would it suddenly change back to the original state, or affect the potion's effect.
experint?
Hermione stared blankly at Ivan's arm slowly recovering, even the blood stained on the table returned to the wound, without replying for a long ti.
Ivan was a little worried. When she was about to ask, she saw Hermione gritted her teeth, swung her fist, and hit his stomach with a punch.
Under the compound decoction, Ivan suddenly staggered and almost bumped into the cauldron behind him. When he stood up holding his stomach, he saw Hermione's eye circles a little red.
"Who would cut his arm to do the experint? Can't you use other things to do the experint?" Hermione was very angry, "and you won't notify in advance!"
Seeing Hermione who was trembling with anger, Ivan opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to start, scratching her head helplessly.
He didn't think so much when he was studying potions, he tried it out of his own intention. When he cast the spell, he deliberately controlled the power of the Shenfeng Shadowless Curse, and there was no danger.
Who makes the compound decoction only useful to people? He can never catch a few little wizards at Hogwarts to use as experints, right?
Ivan was not cruel to such a degree, and it would be bad if it caused casualties, Dumbledore would definitely tear him alive...
If only one could find a guilt-covered, tenacious vitality, even if he accidentally died in the experint, no one would care about the "guinea pig"...
Ivan sighed in his heart. In this way, not only would his potion improvent efficiency increase a lot, he wouldn't have to always experint on himself.
Wait...it seems like there is such a person!
Ivan suddenly thought of sothing, with a little surprise on his face.
Shaban, you are simply my savior!
"Ivan, did you think of the potion improvent plan?" Hermione looked at Ivan's face suddenly beca happy, and the anger that had been surging in her heart was temporarily suppressed, and asked concerned.
"No, I just thought that so experints can be done with a mouse..." Ivan explained, but he would forget everything, with a coma spell, to ensure that Peter will feel nothing afterwards.
"So you just thought of using a mouse as a guinea pig?" Hermione glared, looking like a lioness.
Ivan smiled bitterly, the experint he was talking about was not an ordinary mouse.
That is to say, Animagus like Peter Pettigrew can et his experintal needs!
He had to find a way to get that man from Ron, the mouse!
But this is destined to be impossible to tell Hermione, Ivan only apologized for a while and promised never to conduct such dangerous experints on himself Hermione stopped pursuing this matter.
I had known that if there was an experint, Ivan would be foolish to use his body to do experints.
But Hermione still had a stern face in the end, apparently still not calm, and ignored him all morning, flipping through the potions book on her own.
Ivan shook his head without paying attention, and continued to devote himself to the research of the potion.
After waiting for about an hour, Yifan clearly felt that the effect of the compound decoction began to slowly disappear.
It seems that the damage to the compound decoction caused by the previous injury should be small, and it will not interrupt the effect of the potion.
"Why are there no books devoted to the study of potions on dead people? What changes will there be?"
At noon, Ivan, who returned to the auditorium for lunch, sighed with a headache. He felt that the fragrant steak in front of him seed not so fragrant...
He rummaged through the potions books he could find these days, and found that there seed to be no corresponding research records.
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