Rubik’s Cube Heavens

　　 After three o'clock, Kewen was watching the scenery through the window in the office corridor, and a sudden sound from the corner of the promenade shocked him.

　　 "You still have a sense of time."

　　 Snape's figure looked like a big bat, and he walked up and down quickly. The wide sleeves of the wizard's robes couldn't keep up with Snape's speed, and they were hunting behind him.

　　When he came to the office door, Snape just waved his hand and the office door opened inward with a whirr.

　　 "Come in." Snape commanded without looking back, and then walked into the office first.

　　 The office looks very dark, with bottles and jars on the wooden shelves against the wall, filled with all kinds of disgusting things.

　　 This scene reminded Kewen of the basement that almost killed him.

　　 "Stand there and do something, come here." Snape was already sitting inside the desk, and seeing Cowen looking at the room with some open eyes, he couldn't help but urge.

　　 "Good professor." Kewen returned to his senses and stepped to the desk.

　　 Snape didn’t let Cowen sit down either. Instead, he sorted out the workbooks for each grade on his desk, and said without looking up, “You said this morning... Are you not used to the quantifiers I use?”

　　 "Uh, yes professor." Kewen admitted.

　　 "Then what measurement standards are you used to." Although Professor Snape was asking, the tone without ups and downs made it feel like he was talking to himself.

　　 "grams, kilograms and the like." Kewen replied.

　　 "G..." Snape recalled a little, and then continued to say without ups and downs: "I remember that it was the international mass unit defined by the Muggle World ninety-nine years ago."

　　 Kewen was speechless, secretly saying that Snape knew too much about this, to be honest, Kewen himself had never studied the origin of these, just grew up so old and used it all the time.

　　At this time, Snape continued: "Forget about Muggle things in the future, and get me used to the wizarding world's measurement standards."

　　 "I think...this may take some time." Kewen responded with some embarrassment.

"Remember who you are now." Snape exhorted: "You are no longer a Muggle, but a wizard. In the wizarding world, don't believe in the so-called standards, but believe in being a wizard. Intuition."

　　 "Intuition?" Cowen felt this was magic, but it was too unscientific.

　　 Snape organized all the documents in front of him at this time, pushed it to the edge of the desk, and looked up at Kewen.

"Intuition is the criterion for judging whether a wizard is successful or not." Now instead of yin and yang, Snape carefully explained: "In terms of spells, wizards who cast spells by intuition are usually more successful than those who use the spells rigidly. To be higher."

　　 "For potions, it is not only necessary to prepare potions according to the herbal dosage standards in the books, because not all herbal medicines in the world have exactly the same amount of medicine."

　　 Hearing this, Kewen is thoughtful.

　　 Snape stopped the explanation when he saw this. After a while, he continued: "So rely on intuition to feel whether a herb should be added a little more or a little less when preparing a potion."

　　 "It's like this morning, although the herbs you added to the cauldron seem to be the same as the ones your classmates added before. But the herb you chose is obviously less effective than the one your classmates used before."

　　 "In this case, you need to rely on intuition. A little more herbs should be added to ensure the successful configuration of the medicine."

　　 "Afterwards, there will be the stirring of the medicine. It is also necessary to rely on intuition to feel at what speed, what strength, and in what direction the medicine should be stirred."

　　Speaking of this, Snape finally couldn't help but uttered contemptuous words in a toneless tone: "Do you think Potions, like other courses, can be successfully mastered as long as you study hard?"

　　 "This..." Cowen was a little speechless after hearing all of Snape's words.

"To prepare a perfect potion, to sum it up, intuition is used everywhere." Professor Snape looked at Cowen's eyes and said slowly: "Choose the amount of herbs by intuition, and grasp the fire size of the cauldron by intuition. , Adjust the way of mixing the medicine intuitively."

"Only when these three steps are perfectly coordinated by intuition, the most perfect potion can be configured. Otherwise, if any step is not perfect, the potion configured can only be considered qualified. The efficacy of the drug is so weak that it is a waste of herbal medicine. "

　　 Perfectionist, Cowan finally understands Professor Snape’s character, but he is not qualified to comment on it.

　　 "I see, thank the professor for your guidance." Kewen thanked him seriously and politely.

　　 "In the future..." Professor Snape didn't pay attention to Kewen's thanks, and then said: "Adapt to my measurement standards as soon as possible, adapt to the use of scales as soon as possible, and feel your own intuition more."

　　 "I will." Kewen nodded.

　　 "You can go out now." Professor Snape issued an eviction order.

　　 "That...Professor ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Kewen didn't say goodbye, but hesitated.

　　 "What else," Professor Snape said flatly.

　　 Kewen continued hesitantly and said, "Professor, can you please make a potion now?"

　　 Snape heard the words and stared straight at Cowen for a long while before he got up without saying a word.

　　 quickly walked out of the desk, walked all the way to the storage shelf as if drifting, and picked some herbs from the herbal cabinet.

　　 Back at the desk, Snape set up the balance, crucible and other utensils, and without a word, he began to grab a plant of herbal medicine and grind it into powder.

　　 "Wait a minute, Professor!"

　　 Kewen suddenly said, Snape's movements stopped, and he turned his head to look over.

　　 "Herbs, can you show me first?" Kewen asked for instructions.

　　 Snape finally had an expression on his face. He frowned slightly when he heard the words, and stared at Cowen for a while before he continued to pass the herbs over without saying a word.

　　 Kewen stretched out his palm, put the herbs on it, and closed his eyes.

　　 After all, he has a master-level body fighting technique. Although he doesn't know what his intuition is, Kewen still has a little bit of his sixth sense as a martial artist.

　　 After a while, Covin opened his eyes and returned the herbs to Professor Snape.

　　 Next, Cowan felt all the herbs that Professor Snape was going to use, and then carefully sensed the potion being stirred by Professor Snape.

　　 After the potion was perfectly made, Cowen glanced at Professor Snape, then did not speak, silently picked up another herbal medicine and started to make the potion.

　　 Watching Kewen put herbs, control the heat, and stir the potions, Snape's facial paralyzed face could no longer be stretched, showing a shocked expression...