Pomona knew that Snape had a high talent for potions, but she didn't expect that Slughorn had such high expectations of him and actually asked a new student to try to make the Living Hell Potion.

That's a high-level potion. Some professions don't need it at all. You have to wait until at least the sixth grade to learn it. Compared with these two people, her talent can be called mediocre, but so what? She will be very rich in the future, geniuses

In order to continue their respective research, they need funds, and they will not have to ask for her sponsorship at that time.

She will become a "sugar mommy" in the future, and she will have her choice of handsome and talented heroes. It was only when this thought came to her that an elf actually threw a clod of soil on her head, which made her wail in pain. Snape

Seeing her suffer, she actually smiled happily.

You can obviously smile, but why do you always have a sullen face?

You are obviously unhappy, why do you have to put on that fake smile?

The debate in Pomona's mind may not stop until the end of the world. How can people from two different worlds live together?

Snape was boiling Hu Mei Zi Killer. This medicine could paralyze Hu Mei Zi just by spraying it with a watering can. However, this medicine was harmful to the human body, but he didn't seem to care about his body at all. She finally understood that his greasy hair

Where did the bad hair and bad complexion come from.

"You will die early, Snape." Pomona wanted to remind him kindly, but a person with his weird temper would probably turn a deaf ear to her good intentions, so it would be better to ridicule her directly to make him remember it.

"You will live a long life, Martin." Snape said in a slow voice while stirring the potion in the cauldron, "With such a stupid head, you will giggle all day long."

"When are you going to make the Living Hell Potion?" Lily quickly changed the subject before Pomona got angry.

"Before Halloween at the latest." Lily Snape answered almost every question.

Only then did Pomona remember that she hadn't asked Angie when she would take action. If an all-out war between Slytherin and Hufflepuff broke out before "she cooked up" the antidote, her dream of getting rich would be shattered.

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"Snape, how about doing some business?" before he could answer, Pomona said, "How long does it take to boil a pot of antidote?"

"How do you want to divide it?" Snape asked without raising his head as he looked at the crucible.

Profit creates motivation. If more money is given, of course the enthusiasm for work will be high and the time to boil a pot of medicine will be short. But if the money is not enough, the great potion genius Mr. Snape will have to work on the hell potion.

It's over.

"I'll provide you with the materials, and you'll get 30-70 points."

"One pot a month." Snape answered without hesitation.

"You're so greedy!" Pomona screamed.

"Two months." Snape said coldly.

"Then how do you divide it?"

"Including Lily, the two of us each get 30%, and you get 40%."

It sounds like a good deal. Pomona originally said she would get 30% to 70%. He still gets 30%, but Lily is on the same side with him, which means he gets 60%. Pomona not only has to provide materials.

, accounting for 40% of the total.

"mean!"

"Who is more despicable?" Snape stopped stirring the cauldron and glanced sideways at Pomona. "Aren't you going to let Lily help you for free?"

"Okay, Severus, you don't have to take my share." Lily calmed down. Snape snorted and continued to stir the cauldron with his head lowered.

"No, what he said is right." Pomona agreed simply, "According to what you said, how long will it take to make a pot at the fastest time?"

"If there are enough materials, I can make one pot every day, but I have to remind you that bezoars and unicorn horns are hard to find."

She could ask Hagrid to find a way to get the unicorn horn, but it would be difficult to get a bezoar.

Bezoars are cow stones. Only one cow in a thousand cows has one. It is more precious than diamonds.

"How many people can drink the antidote in one pot?"

"Looking at the poisoning situation, there are three people suffering from severe poisoning and 20 people suffering from mild poisoning."

To make money, you have to pay, and the temptation of thirty-two gold galleons a dose of antidote is right in front of you. Even if the war cannot be fought, she can still find a place to sell it, and the money invested in buying materials will not be a big loss.

, it’s just that the time promised to give Snape and Lily their share will be delayed for a long time.

"Deal." Pomona stretched out her hand towards Snape and deliberately did not mention the time split between them. Snape looked at her with contempt and continued to observe the color of the potion in the crucible.

"Pomona, why did you think of selling the antidote?" Lily looked at her worriedly.

"Perhaps Slytherin and Hufflepuff will start a war soon." Pomona took her hand back, folded her hands across her chest, and looked arrogant, "Because you are a partner.

Come on, Snape, I kindly remind you to be careful with the food on your table."

Lily took a deep breath.

"You guys also want to poison us?" Snape sneered, fixing his eyes on her for the first time.

"If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

"It's illegal to poison people, you can't do it." Lily advised the two of them, "What if someone dies?"

"So we need to make an antidote." Pomona looked at Snape provocatively. "The prerequisite is that the antidote he makes can really detoxify."

"The antidote is not a panacea. It only covers the vast majority of poisons. Some poisons cannot be solved by it." The pot of poison killer seems to have been boiled, and several flying foxes are smelling it.

The smell wafting from the cauldron fell to the ground, so Snape removed the fire and set the potion aside to cool.

"Are you making excuses for yourself now?"

"I'm just reminding you to know your limits and don't impulsively do stupid things that you will regret later." Snape followed her example and crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't think that Azkaban doesn't accept underage wizards."

Pomona stared into his eyes. His eyes were dull at such a young age and looked like two dark tunnels.

"Why did you follow him?" she heard another woman ask.

"I thought he could teach me something." A man replied tiredly, "He was a great teacher."

"Then have you learned what you want to learn?" the woman asked again.

"Maybe." The man hesitated for a long time and replied, "But I think she taught me more."

"Why don't you learn a lesson, Hufflepuff?" Young Snape curled up his lips proudly, "You always mess with the wrong people."

"And you always choose the wrong allies." Pomona also replied coldly, "Aren't you Slytherin wizards the ones who followed Grindelwald the most in the UK back then?"

Snape's face immediately darkened.

"That was twenty-five years ago."

"Some things cannot be forgotten as time goes by." Pomona's tone also became stiff. "There are many war victims who are still alive!"

They are like house elves, still suffering the consequences of the war. The dead may be happy, but the living continue to live in hell.

"They have nothing to do with me." Severus Snape said coldly.

"No, Snape, they are related to you." Pomona sneered, "Because they are human beings just like you."

Snape's eyes narrowed just like the last time he caught her coming out of Professor Slughorn's office in the cellars, as if he had a handle on her. This move reminded her of a snake, only a snake

The pupils are constricted longitudinally.

"Human? Why do you use this term? Aren't you human?"

"Of course I'm human," Pomona said, but she's mixed-race. "There should be the materials you need in the greenhouse, bezoars and unicorn horns. I'll figure it out. Let's start working."

Snape glanced at the malnourished plants and sneered.

"Let's get to work, Martin. I hope this greenhouse looks better than it does now when I come next time."

"Aren't you here to help?" Seeing him leaving, Pomona quickly shouted.

"I've finished helping. The potion is on the table. I'm no longer needed here." Snape said without looking back. "There's no point in staying here except sitting in a daze."

"Where are you going?" Lily asked.

"The library!" said Snape. "I'm still where I was yesterday, Lily."

"Will you do homework with us today?" Lily turned to Pomona and asked.

"No." Pomona took out the dirty watering can from the bucket and threw it on the table. "I have other things to do."

"Okay then." Lily shrugged again, "What are we going to do next?"

"When this pot of damn potion cools down, spray the entire greenhouse with it."

"This is simple." Lily took out the wand, cleared her throat, then waved it and said, "Quickly cool down."

"No! Lily!"

Unfortunately, Pomona shouted too late.

After experiencing a rapid rise and fall in temperature, the poor crucible shattered, and all the potion brewed in it spilled out.

Some things cannot be rushed and can only be waited slowly. Unfortunately, people nowadays are impatient, so in the end they are self-defeating, just like that pot of magic potion, which failed in the last step.

"Oh, hell!" Lily jumped with the wand. Pomona felt that she must want to take the regret medicine now, but unfortunately it is not for sale. Even if it is, it is a magic weapon and ordinary people cannot get it.

It's not that easy to do it again, so don't be impulsive or hasty every time you make a choice, because choice is more important than hard work.

It's a pity that there are many people in this world who believe that hard work is more important than choice, and they don't learn from the experience of their predecessors at all. They always make wrong choices, and ultimately make their own and other people's lives a tragedy.
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