High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 177: Chapter 101: Professor of Pharmacy_1

When the pre-class bell rang, Zheng Qing was still hard at work reciting ’Ephedra Almond Licorice Plaster Soup.’

This is an ancient prescription, mainly used to dispel wind-evil and clear the lungs to relieve asthma. The medicinal materials used in the prescription are quite simple, just the ephedra, almond, licorice, and plaster mentioned in the soup’s name.

This prescription is included in the appendix of ”Standard Potion: First Year College,” introduced to students as a basic application of ephedra.

As for the written assignment assigned by Professor Li in the last class, Zheng Qing had given up on it. However, memorizing a prescription that includes ephedra might still be worth a try, as long as he picks the right one.

Like this ’Ephedra Almond Licorice Plaster Soup’, it only requires four medicinal materials and five steps, no need to change silk gloves three times during the process, no need to adjust the size of the flame six times within an hour, and no need to use any talismans in the potion-making process.

Handmade, low requirement, any student with an IQ above the standard line can memorize this prescription within ten minutes.

As long as he memorizes this prescription, when Professor Li does a spot check of the homework, it won’t be too embarrassing.

With this naive idea, Zheng Qing was flipping through the thick ”Standard Potion Study,” trying to cram as much as possible into his mind before the teacher entered the classroom.

There were many students like him.

In the potion classroom of Astronomy Class 08-1, most people were swaying their heads, reciting prescriptions; it was bustling, exceptionally lively.

Some were reciting ”Having sweat or not, tongue coating thin white or yellow, and pulse smooth and numerous,” some were reciting ”Take all the herbs, cook to get two liters, remove the dregs, and drink one liter while warm,” and some were reciting ”With almonds to calm asthma, licorice to relieve fire, is there anything that can’t be resolved by the hot and irritable?”

It was lively, in numerous ways.

Suddenly, the small figure on the door shouted, ”The teacher is here!”

The classroom was quiet in an instant.

Zheng Qing looked up at the sketch on the back of the door while his lips continued to move quickly, attempting to cram a few more words into his head while it was still hot.

As with the east 601 curse class in the main teaching building, there was also a casually drawn, stylistically outdated sketch on the back of the door in this potion classroom.

The picture was still of a simple figure with a triangular nose, arc mouth, mismatched eyes, and skinny legs.

And like the others in other classrooms, it was as bald as a monk with a few strands of hair on its head.

In the exact same spot in the lower right corner of the drawing, there was the same signature, ’MAY.’

Many people said that these drawings were a blessing from the veterans to their junior students to inform them before the teachers entered the classroom.

After the first week’s experience, the new students fully believed in this.

So, after the little figure behind the door loudly gave a warning, everyone in the potion classroom fell silent as if they had been cursed with silence, leaving the entire room deathly quiet.

But after waiting for quite a while, no one came through the door.

The slightly yellowed wooden door stood obediently in the doorframe, without any movements.

All the students looked towards the little man behind the door, their eyes full of confusion.

”Hahahaha!” The little person in the paper pointed at the room full of serious students and laughed, ”I fooled you guys! Hahahaha... Freshmen are so easy to trick!”

The room was in an uproar.

Everyone was filled with righteous anger, they rolled up their sleeves and rushed towards the door, intending to teach this cheeky kid on the paper a lesson.

”The teacher is coming!” Amid the chaos, the small figure shouted again.

”My ass!” Xin Fat Man cracked his knuckles, hot with anger.

The classroom door swung open with a bang, and a thin figure appeared in everyone’s sight.

Professor Li looked confused at the chaotic classroom, with Tang Dun standing next to him, his face darkened.

”What are you doing? Don’t you know that class has started?!”

Everyone cowered.

They all reluctantly returned to their seats.

”Now I know why no one drew a hat for it.” Zheng Qing gritted his teeth, scattering a fierce glare at the smug-looking creature, ”This deceiver, it’s lucky it wasn’t killed by the previous seniors.”

”This false life imbued with magical intelligence is hard to kill, it can only be destroyed.” Xiao Xiao thought for a moment, then gave a pertinent suggestion, ”It says it’s cold, right? You can draw more cold wind for it.”

Zheng Qing nodded repeatedly, agreeing wholeheartedly.

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The Professor of Potion Studies was a middle-aged man with black hair and eyes, and wonderfully distinct facial features. Like most Wizards who were obsessed with the laboratory, he seemed slightly hunched, thin, with the robe draped over his body amplifying this effect.

Most of the time his voice was very soft, as if he feared that speaking too loudly would blow the fine powder of potion ingredients away.

Even though Professor Li seemed a bit awkward and serious. But in reality, during ”My Favorite Professor and Course in the University” poll, Professor Li QiHuang of Potion Studies had always been at the top.

For the freshmen of Astronomy Class 08-1, the professor’s statement during their first Potion class made an especially strong impression.

When asked ’Why do we need to study Potion Studies’, Professor Li deviated from the textbook and improvised a speech:

”The difference between real love and magically engineered love lies in the cause.”

”Countless reasons lead to the birth of real love.”

”But magically engineered love has no reason.”

”Most students dream of finding true love during their time at the University.”

”But trust me, the effects of a love potion are more romantic, more like real love than real love itself.”

”Love is inexplicable, and deepens with time.”

”It fades and eventually becomes depleted.”

”That’s the only drawback of magical love - its durability is not good, longevity depends on the skill level of the potion maker. So, students, in order not to be confused by this love that is more like love, you must study Potion Sciences well.”

Zheng Qing swore, he saw Duan Xiao Jian’s eyes shine green at that moment.

Of course, the reactions of the others weren’t any better. Even Zheng Qing himself, when no one was looking, slyly swallowed back the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Whether male or female, under Professor Li QiHuang’s exhortations (temptations), all students vigorously expressed their determination to master potion studies.

And in this second Potion class, every student blinked at Professor Li, hoping deep down that he had forgotten about their various vows from the previous class.

The professor stood behind the desk, slowly tidying up his lecture notes, looked up at the students of Astronomy Class 08-1:

”Your Monitor just communicated with me about the issue of after-class homework.”

”I think it’s commendable that you are interested in Professor Yao’s assignments. But as the professor of your required course, I have to emphasize that the assignments for Potion Studies must also be completed.”

Low, awkward laughter echoed throughout the classroom.

”You will have one night to finish your assignments.”

”If I don’t get your results tomorrow, even if only one person is missing, all of you will pay with a deduction of credits.”

Cheers erupted from the class.

The professor’s proposal received unanimous approval from all students.