Luckily, Roderigo had managed to write down all of the ingredients the students had mentioned, including his own. Using his Eagle Feather quill, he began drawing arrows and circles point to and from different ingredients, trying to organize them to a potion he could remember.
"Asphodel and Dittany. . ." he muttered to himself as he scribbled furiously. He raised his hand slowly as he tried to formulate his response. But then he put it back down. He crossed off a few things on his parchment and began scribbling again. After a few moments, he grinned at his handiwork and his hand shot into the air.
"Professor," he said, smiling. "If you were to mix Dittany with Snake Fangs, Hellebore, and stewed Mandrake, you could make a powerful reviving potion, couldn't you?" He was almost sure he was correct, but Potions was not one of Roderigo's best fortes.