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XanaSnape
"Indeed. Golpalott was a potioneer of some reknown, creator of many Laws of Potion Making. With his first law, we learn that you need to be able to identify each individual negator-- each component that will counteract the ingredients in your potion... which is why it is essential to understand what the so-called 'opposites' of each ingredient are. Now, Golpalott's third law states that the antidote for a blended poison will be equal to more than the sum of the antidotes for each of the separate components. This means that you must not only be able to identify each negator, but then must find that extra element that will make the entire blended antidote resolve your potion. This can be exceptionally tricky, and is something that we will analyze in more depth in NEWT level classes. For the purpose of this class, it is merely important to understand that each ingredient has an equal and opposite ingredient which can counteract its effects. "
Kazimeriz looked around the classroom. He checked, making sure the students all had their parchments in front of them; it seemed they did. Satisfied, he smiled at his class.
"Now comes the fun part. You each have a parchment worksheet, each numbered from 1-4. All of these parchments have been liberally coated with a potion that can be absorbed through skin contact. As of right now, you have all been poisoned."
He smirked, looking around the room. "It will be your job to create the antidote and save yourself... before the class session ends and it is too late."
Kazimeriz leaned against the podium, letting them absorb this news -- just like they are absorbing the poison, mwhahaha -- before he continued. It was moments like this that made him truly love his job.
Though Cela's potion skills weren't exactly anything to write home about, Cela was supremely unconcerned by this news. It wasn't because she didn't yet feel anything, and Cela checked the number on her worksheet quickly, but because she was that confident that Professor Kazimeriz wouldn't do anything to hurt her in any real way. Maybe in a learning-life-lessons sort of way, but definitely not a you-will-die-if-you-don't-figure-it-out sorta way.
And she had the book. Cela looked around to try to see if anyone had a number 2 parchment like her. That would be the first thing, she figured, finding other people who presumably had the same poison thingy.