Chapter 34 No, she really can!

Air enters two identical bottles equally, dissolves in the water, and causes the color to change.

The two bottles of medicine began to fade at the same time, as if an invisible stream of water rushed into the bottle mouth, transparent waves spread from top to bottom, and finally rose up, carrying the remaining color at the bottom.

The purple ball in the Potions teacher's bottle was compressed to the size of a grain of wheat, and finally exploded halfway, with concentrated deep purple spilling out. But after all, it was a minority compared to the entire bottle of transparent solution. The potion looked normal, except that it had a light lavender color under the sunlight. Although there were some flaws, they were not many.

She breathed a sigh of relief: Great, it was fooled.

"Look, classmates, the changes of the potion are so fascinating!" She raised the bottle and raised her voice, trying to cover up the shadow of failure at the beginning. Unexpectedly, although her voice was loud, few students sitting below looked in her direction.

What's wrong with today's students? Shouldn't they be amazed and cheering?

She frowned and followed the students' gaze, but she didn't expect that the person their eyes were meeting was the student next to her.

Oh yeah, haven’t dealt with her yet.

The Potions teacher turned around and was about to start a lecture when he happened to see the moment when the potion in the girl's bottle reacted.

The same colored solution, but this girl's solution is purer, exactly the same as the picture in the textbook. The same water flow diffusion, compressed color clusters, but the difference with her is that the dying red disappears before it reaches the bottle mouth.

There was no explosion or scattering, and every drop of potion fully reacted with the air, presenting the clearest texture.

Purer than the potion she made.

Potions teacher: "..."

The girl didn't even shake the bottle evenly. She still looked as if she was about to fall asleep. The bottle swayed from side to side with the shaking of her body, but the potion lay quietly in the bottle like a docile rabbit. Not even a splash of water could be seen.

The teacher touched his glasses that were covered with medicine, and thought about the liquid that flew around like a mad dog, carrying bottle fragments with it from time to time during private practice, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

Potions, why do I love you so much, but you always prefer others?

Although the potion in her bottle has color, it is generally not easy to distinguish when light is transmitted.

But there is a perfect version next to it for comparison!

I am not afraid of not doing well enough, I am afraid of others doing well. The potion teacher turned his eyes back to his bottle. The more he looked at it, the darker the color became. Finally, he felt sad. His brain suddenly pulled and he suddenly thought it was a good idea to hide from sight, so he swallowed the potion in one gulp.

Edith was really awake this time.

She watched in horror as the teacher drank the obviously faulty potion. Her professional instinct made her reach out and grab the man's neck, trying to force him to spit out the substance.

Everyone in the audience fell into a strange silence. For a moment, embarrassment, shock, fear, joy and other emotions intertwined together, and everyone's face was distorted with expressions that were difficult to describe in words, staring straight at the scene on the stage.

In a short period of time, they experienced too much information shock, their emotions fluctuated greatly, and their brains almost failed.

——That blonde-haired girl actually dared to sleep in the first class.

——Haha, she was fooled. She actually believed that the teacher would let her, a freshman, make medicine. What a joke.

——Why does she look somewhat skilled?

——No, she really can!

——Huh? The Potions teacher failed, but that girl succeeded? She's even better than the teacher. Who is she?

——Why did the teacher drink the medicine directly? Damn it, what’s wrong with her body!

——Goddess! I saw a student murdering a teacher!

Everyone subconsciously thought that companions were not eligible to take elective courses, so they directly excluded Edith's name. No one guessed who the girl with her face covered by goggles on the stage was.

While they were thinking, Edith just remembered that she had magical powers in this life, and quickly cast a throat-squeezing spell, hoping that it would have some effect.

But it was too late.

The potion reacted too quickly and the people around him absorbed it quickly. Then there was a slight explosion and their skin gradually became transparent. Only their clothes remained unchanged, floating in the air like ghosts.

Normally, she would become completely transparent, then recover after half an hour. But what she drank was a failure.

The changes in the teacher's body stopped here. The drug reaction failed, the transparency stopped changing, and the body turned purple.

The Potions teacher watched in despair as he gradually turned into a transparent eggplant - a deformed eggplant with limbs. Edith realized that she had been tricked by her classmates and quickly said that she had a way to cure it, trying to make up for the loss.

The teacher felt relieved. After quickly calling the end of get out of class, he took her hand and rushed out of the classroom.

The first class for freshmen at Beaujolais College ended in this legendary atmosphere.

…

Edith followed her teacher back to the laboratory. The teacher hid in a confined space and finally relaxed a little, slumping in a chair, gasping for breath.

She weakly pointed Edith in the direction of the medicine cabinet and asked her to choose the herbs she needed. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to think about the embarrassing scene just now.

The rustling sound of the student rummaging around reached her ears, and somehow she felt relieved. She closed her eyes, and her curiosity about the other person finally overcame her embarrassment, so she asked, "What's your name?"

"Edith," the girl responded. "Edith Griffin."

"You are Edith?!!"

The teacher stood up suddenly and looked at the girl facing the cabinet with her eyes wide open. "The Edith who ruthlessly rejected our dean?"

Edith: “?”

Why does this sound weird?

"I just... have my own considerations." She spoke carefully, "I don't mean to be disrespectful to the Dean of Pharmacy."

"It's okay. You can be respectful or not. If you want to curse, I can also say a few words." The teacher supported himself on the stool and looked at Edith with interest. "It's a good refusal. I'm so happy to see that old man suffer these two days."

Edith: “…”

The topic is getting weirder and weirder.

"My name is Marcia, Marcia Taylor." The other party acted very familiar for some reason, pulled a stool over, grabbed Edith's cloak and took a look inside: "Wow, a golden badge!"

"You really are Edith!"

After that, she looked carefully at the assistant badge next to the first place badge and recognized the icon on it: "The badge of the School of Charms... Are you an assistant to Faye Keith?"

"What's wrong?" Edith heard her tone suddenly drop, and was a little puzzled. "What's the problem, Dean Keith?"

"It's nothing, at least for you, Dean Keith is indeed the best choice." She waved her hand, but the expression on her face did not look like "nothing". "Dean Keith is the person who cares least about students' family background except for Dean Astrology, but this does not mean that she treats everyone equally - Fei Yi will classify people according to their talents."

"You are talented, so she can overlook all your shortcomings and regard you as the best child. If you are not talented, no matter how well-behaved and sensible you are, you are useless in her eyes."

"Even if you make up for your lack of talent with hard work, she still won't take you seriously."

Edith was about to say that she thought Dean Keith was a nice guy when she remembered what she had said to Tuttle.

“You are not smarter than others, you just learn earlier than others.”

...So that's what you mean.

But she didn't intend to judge anything in front of someone she didn't know well. Instead, she lowered her head and asked casually while handling the herbs: "Have you ever been targeted by her?"

Marcia stopped talking immediately.

Edith looked back in some surprise and found that Purple Eggplant was lying back in the chair, with a few transparent tears oozing out of her translucent face.

"I'm not a person with talent in magic." Her eyes were full of melancholy.

Edith suddenly remembered what she had said before, and immediately comforted her, "It's okay, just try your best, don't worry too much about other people's opinions."

Marcia: "Oh, then I didn't try hard."

Edith: “……?”

Marcia: "From the first class, when she pointed at my nose and called me an idiot, I decided not to treat her well anymore, so I chose to skip class."

"I ran away for five years, and spent the rest of the time learning Potions."

Edith was amazed: "I didn't expect that the teacher was once a rebel."

She crushed the processed herbs into juice, mixed them together, and turned around to apply it on the teacher: "Since you hate Dean Keith and the Dean of Potions so much, why don't you go to the Alchemy Guild to be a researcher, but stay in school as a teacher?"

The transparent purple eggplant turned over and said faintly, "Those civilians out there don't apply to Bereznis College because they don't want to?"

"Five years ago, I took the test right after I graduated. With a transcript from Beunis College that ranked me in the top five in potions, I thought I was the future of the capital. I walked into the gate of the Pharmacy Association with my head held high, and then I was hit by reality."

She suddenly exploded, slapped her chair and sat up straight, cursing: "Goddess, are all the people in there human? I was 21 years old, and the research team leader I was assigned to was 22, who was only one year older than me!"

"She's not from the academy, but damn, she's better than me in every way - just like you today. She prepared the exact same potion faster and more casually than me, and the finished product was better than mine. Most importantly, she didn't have any pride at all and completely ignored me - this was blatant contempt! I only worked under her for three days, but it felt like it was longer than three years."

"Since then, I have been completely honest. Research is indeed something that only the smartest people can do. Instead of being a stepping stone to wash cups, it is better to come back and train a few students who can really stand at the forefront." Marcia shook her head and pointed at Edith. "You are more suitable for research than me."

Edith had paused when she heard Marcia reminiscing about the past.

Five years ago, I was 22 years old, a research group leader, and I was not from an academic background…

Damn it, it can't be her!

But she had taught many apprentices, and after thinking for a long time, she could only remember a vague shadow. Marcia didn't know that the person behind her was immersed in memories, and continued her words: "But the peer who taught me at the time was really more suitable for research than me. She finally reached a very high position - oh, let's not talk about it."

Feeling this, she lowered her head and was surprised to find that her body was gradually returning to normal.

"It's almost done. Apply some on your face and neck. It will be absorbed by itself." Edith handed the bowl of medicine to Marcia and raised her hands covered with mucus. "I'm going to borrow the bathroom to wash it first."

"Go, go, it's over there." Marcia pointed to the side, quickly lowered her head, and excitedly watched the purple skin gradually turn white. Just as Edith raised her hand and walked into the bathroom, there was a knock on the door of the laboratory.

"Who is it?" Marcia was in such a state of panic that she could only pull a piece of lab cloth from the side to cover herself. "Please wait a moment, I'll open the door right away—"

"It's me, Shelly." Shelly Scott held her notebook in her arms, her voice polite but distant, "I'm sorry, but I still don't have enough equipment in my lab - can I borrow your equipment?"

"Of course!" Marcia was a little in awe of this new colleague who was directly fighting with the Pharmacy Association, and said yes repeatedly, "The door is not locked, just come in."

After saying this, she pushed the chair on wheels and quickly hid in the cubicle, not forgetting to call the bathroom by its honorific title on the way.

"Miss Griffin, please help me entertain the guests for a while, please!"