"So this is the fire protection potion! We can use potions to not only use various types of magic but also protect ourselves from them!" Iliza held up the potion. "Mr. Ryan, please step forward and help me demonstrate this part of the lesson!"

"Ahah! Yes, yes, yes! The fire protection potion is one of my personal favorites! She says, tapping her pointed chin. "Now, Mr. Ryan, I want you to hold out your hand and let me apply a small amount of the potion..."

"Professor?" Ryan titled his head as he had drunk the potion before she could explain anything.

Iliza's eyes widened in surprise, her piercing green gaze sparkling with amusement; "Oh dear heavens, Mr. Ryan!" She laughs. "I suppose you're about to have a bit of an experience with potion effects today."

"What do you mean, professor?" Ryan shuffled about as he pondered her words.

"Well then....Mr. Ryan, have a seat...." Iliza tapped her fingers together. "Well, class, please turn to page 505...and we are now going to learn to brew an anti-laxative potion. For Mr. Ryan!" Iliza said excitedly.

"A what, Professor!" Ryan's eyes widened.

"Ahah! Yes, yes, yes! The fire protection potion is one of my personal favorites!" Iliza's large blue crest adorned with puffed-out feathers bobbed up and down as she nodded enthusiastically. "You see, Mr. Ryan, the fire protection potion has a rather... unpredictable side effect." She leaned in closer to Ryan, her scaly emerald-green skin glistening in the dim light of the laboratory.

"It seems that when consumed without proper application instructions," Iliza whispered in deep fascination., "the potion can have an unexpected impact on one's digestive system." Her expressive facial features contorted into a mischievous grin.

Ryan's eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape route or perhaps someone to share his predicament with.