The Potion Classroom is in the basement, and the Herb Room is outside the castle. However, students need to register in the Potion Classroom first and have a test bench before they can go to the Herb Room to apply for raw materials. Most of the raw materials are free, or they can be used within a certain range according to the grade of the student. However, for tutors such as Zhao Mai and Tolkien, there is no such preferential treatment at all.

It is March and the graded exam is conducted at the end of June, so in fact it only takes about four months, but their tuition fees are the same as those for ordinary students throughout the year! Even if Aduo has a lot of appetite and can "earn back" some of the tuition fees when eating a buffet, it is a "lose" in general.

Now that we encounter all the herbs charge, how can we not make these tutors angry? "It's really unreasonable to make money with education! This is so unfair! You know that we will be wizards in the future!"

The administrator of the herb area is Mr. Bu Qite, who is a dwarf. Although he is standing on a stool, he is half shorter than the group of cram students. Bu Qite keeps waving his hands and said to everyone anxiously: "This is the school's regulations, this is the school's regulations. When we prepare our herbs, we did not expect that there would be many more students, so we need to purchase raw materials from outside, so we have to charge."

"We have paid the tuition fee!" The crowd began to push, and a different voice appeared in a short while: "Turn your shoulders away, you German guy!"

"French chicken, shut your mouth. Don't you have a magic school in France? What's the matter with running to England?"

"This is the territory of my Allied Powers, so the Germans should get out! Get out!"

"What's your ability? Come on, take out your magic wand and see how good your magic skills are? Whoever loses will get out!"

Tolkien was still looking behind the crowd, and suddenly felt an extra hand on his shoulder, and then Zhao Mai dragged it away. The two of them bypassed the crowd and quietly exchanged a large bag of various herbs, and then prepared to sneak back.

"This is called making a fortune in silence." Zhao Mai said: "Let them fight here."

"I didn't expect that the world war outside would affect this place. Fortunately, the wizard did not participate, otherwise the spell would fly on the battlefield, and I wonder what kind of tragedy would happen?"

Zhao Mai shook his head: "I don't think so. There are only murders and being killed on the battlefield. So, the magical effect is eliminated. Just talking about killing, do you think wizards can block bullets and shells? Or is the spells of wizards stronger than bullets or shells?"

Tolkien recalled his memories on the battlefield. The howling machine guns on the banks of the Somme, the sound of explosions of shells, the rumbling tanks, the blazing flames of flamethrowers, and the smoke of poisonous gas bombs shrouded like a wall of fog. He found that whether it was burned to death by the flames created by the spell or by the flamethrowers on the battlefield, the pain was different, but the result was actually no difference.

The two of them walked outwards, and the two tutors in the crowd had already started to beat them with their wands. They kept chanting spells, but most of them were not very smart, and the effect was at most that would make each other's clothes torn or just dyed. Suddenly, a scream came from the crowd, and Zhao Mai heard the "drowsed out" spell. Then he was hit by the spell, staggered forward, and then stood still.

Looking back, the two people were still shooting spells at each other. The energy of the spell flew out of the wand and was bounced out due to unstable power. The spell that hit him just now was bounced away like this, and it was considered one of the stray bullets. The onlookers screamed and dispersed, fearing that they would be affected. Zhao Mai frowned. The spell that hit him just now was powerful and had a solid energy, unlike those two people who could release it by randomly fighting.

"What are you thinking?" Tolkien pulled Zhao Mai: "Don't look at these two fools, they will definitely be punished if they beat them like children."

Zhao Mai nodded and looked around again. He found no suspicious people and had to leave.

Shortly after they left, three men in black student robes gathered together and whispered: "Why is he not affected? Giles, is there something wrong with your groggy spell?"

"Shut up! Do you want to try my dizziness curse in person? "Gilles said this, but still looked at the wand in his hand. "When I hit it, I felt that the curse seemed to hit the wall, and there was no feeling of feedback at all, and the energy dissipated."

"You're not confused, right? That's a cram school, how could it be the same as a wall? It must be that there's something wrong with your spell." Buck curled his lips. "Forget it, look for a chance next time, he is not the only cram school. I don't know what the idiots in the Ministry of Magic think, but they actually agreed to let so many muggles plant together and come to school!"

"Isn't it all Dumbledore's trouble? Why do you need to repair and find the wizard curse? The more muggles, the more wizard's power will be infected by them, and the wizard world will become worse and worse. We must maintain pure blood! Only in this way can we ensure the future of the wizard world!"

Pure-blooded students look down on mixed-race students, but at least admit that they are part of the wizarding world. Wizards who appear purely from non-wizard families, the so-called muggy species, are considered to be a mutation and the consequence of magic instability. Many wizards, not only pure-blooded wizards, but also some mixed-race wizards, have prejudices on Muggle species, because the unstable factors in their bloodline will lead to a downward trend in the wizard's abilities, and will even cause more "squints" in the descendants of wizards who cannot magic.

This view did not appear on the first day, and there were always debates. It was just that after a group of "muggle seeds" entered the school recently and obtained the "privileges" of skipping grades, it broke out in a concentrated manner. Especially for those students who would have younger brothers and sisters entered the school, they would feel that their educational resources were suddenly squeezed out, so they were naturally very unhappy.

It’s just that they didn’t expect that Zhao Mai’s mental barrier could block the drowsiness spell.

Tolkien and Zhao Mai first returned to the Potions classroom and then started to get busy. According to the subject requirements of the exam, they needed to successfully configure emetic agents, fire retardants and isolation agents to pass the first round of the exam. These three potions are relatively simple, and they don’t use many raw materials, and there are no too difficult requirements for magic control.

"Chop the platycodon to the size of a rice grain, put it in when the liquid is boiling, stir clockwise for three times, and five times counterclockwise for five times." Tolkien carefully completed it according to the instructions in the book. Although he was a literary teacher, he also learned chemistry and knew how to use alchemy props. In a short while, he completed the epileptic agent, a bottle of light orange-yellow viscous potion, which made people feel nauseous when they smelled it.

"It's not difficult, let's go to the next one." Tolkien rubbed his hands and turned the book back with confidence.
Chapter completed!