It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Since Potions class is a must-go, it's time to make some preparations.

At breakfast, Neville told a few of his friends one by one with a solemn face, and the content was only one sentence.

"When you were in Potions class, stay away from me. ”

This kind of headless and tailless words must not be able to understand the meaning of ordinary people, let alone how far away is it from him?

"According to Percy, there are still some dangers in Potions class, maybe he is afraid that the operation mistake will affect us. ”

Ron was very sure, in fact, what he said was indeed what Neville thought, but Ron thought a little more, and then there was another result......

"He's an honest man. ”

"Very kind. ”

"That's a good friend. ”

Neville hadn't expected his friends to have these thoughts, nor did he think that his words that were strictly a warning but were taken as a kind reminder had the exact opposite effect.

Potions classroom, five minutes from class.

It was an underground classroom, much darker than the main castle building above, with glass jars along the walls, soaked in taxidermy and terrifying.

With Neville as the center, several of his friends sat in a circle, but instead of being farther away from him, they were much closer. Ron even took the initiative to huddle with Neville, patting him on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs up, and winking at him.

"Relax, it's just a very ordinary Potions lesson. ”

For the optimistic Ron, Neville really didn't know what expression to use, he could only stare at the crucible, his body tense as if it was a cannonball that would explode at any moment.

In short, even if it does explode, it can't hurt anyone else.

Absolutely not!

Neville seemed to have a fire burning in his eyes, and he was really full of power at this moment, and he felt like he could do anything, just a Potions lesson.

Five seconds later, Neville took another look at the cannonball, oh no, it was a crucible, and then his courage from nowhere it had gone, and his whole body deflated like a leaky balloon.

[Uh, it's really going to explode, so let's up.] 】

Neville was pessimistic about the lesson, but there were some who were optimistic, such as some in Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy was still upset about being taught a lesson by Neville on the train, especially when he was scared away by that man, which was a shame.

Be sure to get back to the field!

Today is a great opportunity!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh, causing Crabbe, one of the fat henchmen, to ask with a confused expression, "Draco, why are you laughing?"

"Because I'm happy. ”

"Why are you happy?"

"Because somebody is going to be unlucky. ”

"Who?"

The Potions classroom wasn't huge, and Neville was sitting directly behind Draco, and he could hear it clearly. Looking up, Neville looked ahead, hesitated, and then, as if he had made some difficult decision, reached out and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"When you're in class, you have to be careful. ”

Neville could swear by his mother's name that he was really kind enough to remind Draco to be safe in class, especially not to be hurt by an accident that he accidentally had.

This is a kind reminder from a person who has no bad intentions to another person who wants to do something bad to him.

Then, as a matter of course, it was ignored.

Maybe Neville's expression is wrong and leads to other misunderstandings, or maybe it's just arrogance to interpret another person's behavior according to his own assumptions.

Soon, classes began.

Snape, like Professor Flitwick in Charms, picked up the roster as soon as class started, and like Professor Flitwick, he always stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh yes. He whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival—the famous one." ”

Harry didn't think it was a compliment or a compliment, he just hated the man. He had reason to be disgusted, because he hadn't provoked Snape, who had always been hostile to him.

After the roll call, Snape looked up at the class, his eyes as black as Hagrid's, but without Hagrid's warmth. His eyes were cold and hollow, like two tunnels in total darkness.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigors of this potion preparation. ”

Snape spoke, almost a little louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order effortlessly.

"Since there is no stupid waving of a wand here, many of you will not believe that it is magic. I don't expect you to really grasp the beauty of the smoky cauldron that simmers slowly and wafts out of the white smoke and the fragrance that wafts out, and you don't really understand the magic of the liquid that flows into people's veins, and makes people's hearts flutter and their minds blurred...... I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—but one thing has to be that you are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. ”

Neville scratched his head, then lowered his hand and sat there honestly. Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances, and Hermione almost moved to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that she wasn't a stupid fool.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

What grass root powder is put into what solution?

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was, and Neville was stunned for a moment, and quickly flipped through the book, Hermione's arm raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir. Harry said.

Snape pursed his lips contemptuously, deliberately ignoring Hermione's raised arm, "Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean a thing." ”

Perhaps he wanted Harry to not get off the stage, so Snape asked two more questions, and Harry didn't answer any of them, but he didn't feel ashamed at all, on the contrary, he was angry at this time.

"I don't know. Harry suppressed his anger as best he could, tilting his head to meet Snape's eyes, "But, I suppose, Hermione knows the answer, so why don't you ask her?"

A few of the students burst out laughing, and Snape's face grew even darker.

"Sit down!"

Snape yelled at Hermione, and then he took a few steps forward, stopped at Neville's table, looked down at Neville, and said coldly, "Longbottom, you answer those three questions!"

Neville didn't answer immediately, and it took about five seconds before he spoke, "The bezoar is a stone taken out of the stomach of a cow that can detoxify...... The other two questions, I don't know the answers. ”

"Same as I thought. Without looking at Neville, Snape said in a disdainful tone, "No one like you can appreciate the mysteries of Potions. After a pause, he raised his voice, gave the answers to the previous three questions, and then snapped, "Got it? Why don't you write them all down?"

There was a rustle of quill and parchment in the classroom, and in the midst of the cacophony, Snape said, "Potter, Gryffindor will be deducted a point for you confronting the teacher." ”

Potions classes continued, but the situation for the Gryffindor students did not improve. Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies.

This potion requires putting 6 parts of snake teeth in a mortar and grinding, putting 4 parts of powder into a crucible and heating it, removing the crucible from the fire, putting 4 slugs and 2 porcupine spines into the crucible, heating it with fire, stirring clockwise to allow them to fully combine, and finally extinguishing the fire and waiting for it to cool.

It's not a very difficult operation, it only requires patience and carefulness, the most basic psychological elements required for Potions.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them smash the snake's fangs, almost all of the students were criticized, except for Draco, who seemed to be Snape's preferred student.

Neville followed the steps in the textbook, carefully maneuvering, not daring to be careless at all. After all the materials were processed, he lit a fire, set up the crucible, and put the powder of the snake's teeth into it.

Silently calculating the time in his mind, Neville removed the crucible, added the other two ingredients to it, and then brought the crucible to the fire, stirring clockwise with the stirring rod, and when he got here, even if it was almost there, Neville breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The only thing to pay attention to in the process of making this potion is that the crucible must be removed from the fire before putting the porcupine thorns, otherwise the liquid inside will boil and splash, and if it gets on the skin, it will produce a lot of scabies blisters, which is painful.

When Snape walked to Neville's side, he glanced at the potion in the cauldron, snorted coldly, and said, "There are too many impurities, the best of the worst, you definitely didn't grind the snake's fangs." ”

Neville didn't reply, because he felt that if he said his true thoughts at this time, he would probably be deducted points like Harry.

Seeing Neville silent, Snape said no more, and walked past him towards Harry.

"Didn't your snake teeth shatter completely?" Ron whispered.

Neville put down the tamper and picked up the mortar and showed it to Ron. Ron didn't know what Neville meant, but he felt that something wasn't quite right with the mortar.

Glancing at his mortar, Ron realized what was wrong.

"You crushed the outer layer of the mortar into powder?"

Neville nodded, he crushed the snake's fangs to pieces, he did it very carefully, so even part of the mortar was crushed into powder by him, so there were so many impurities.

"It's scary, how much strength do you have?"

After thinking about it seriously, Neville said with some uncertainty: "I don't know, because I haven't used all my strength for a long time, but it should be bigger than many people." ”

In fact, there is really no way to measure how strong Neville is, because since three years ago, any problem that can be solved by brute force is not a problem for him.

If you don't have enough weights, you can't know how much that thing weighs.

"Today's events, no one will believe them. “

Ron muttered, and then, as if he had thought of something, he patted Neville's shoulder hard, pointed to the potion in the cauldron that was not perfect, but had been completed, and said, "Hey, look, isn't that done?"

"Hmm. ”

"No surprises!"

Neville's eyes lit up, and a smile finally appeared on his sweaty face.

No surprises!

No explosions!