At the opening party, Harry sensed that Professor Snape didn't like him. At the end www.biquge.info of the first Potions lesson, he realized that he had made a mistake. Professor Snape didn't dislike him, he hated him.

Potions class is held in an underground classroom. It's colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars are lined up along the walls, and the soaked taxidermy insides make you shiver.

Apparently, Professor Snape hadn't arrived yet, and unlike the Slytherin students who seemed much more relaxed, the Gryffindor cubs who were previewing the lesson in the classroom felt like the gurgling and warmed up crucibles were making a purring sound.

At this time, with the loud bang of the classroom door, Harry's first reaction was - Heaven's mother, I have seen Batman. Dressed in a tight-fitting garment that made it easier to move around, the open-chested robes fluttered behind him like a bat's wings, and Professor Snape walked straight to the podium with a swift demeanor.

"Be reasonable, close the door if you go in and out," Ron muttered quietly. The basement classroom was already cold, and Professor Snape didn't close the door when he came in, and the cold wind was blowing behind him.

"Weasley, Gryffindor deduct one point, keep the class in order" Snape ignored him completely.

"There's no need for you to wave your wand stupidly, and you don't need to have words in your mouth. So some people don't believe it's magic," Snape turned and threw his robes behind him, then leaned against the podium, and glanced solemnly down, the classroom was silent.

"I don't expect you to really grasp the beauty of the smoky and fragrant cauldron and the precision of science and the rigor of craftsmanship that lies within, and you don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the thrilling, disorienting magic that I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—but one thing must be that you are not the kind of fools and fools I have often encountered. ”

Snape picked up the roster and began to roll call, always stopping when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Mr. Potter, this is our new arrival—the famous man. ”

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "Answer me, what would I get if I added daffodil root powder to the wormwood infusion?"

Potter didn't seem to know, silent. Hermione's arm was pointing high up at the ceiling. The little wizards in the background begin to flip through the books frantically.

"Don't you know, well, let's try again," Snape asked, with the corners of his mouth curled slightly, "Mr. Potter, if I need a bezoar, where can you find it?"

Potter seems to be on a fugue journey...... Hermione tried to keep her hands high without leaving her seat.

"Fame doesn't seem to be everything, Mr. Potter, so what is the difference between Aconitum scapulatae and Aconitum lupus?"

Snape sat down on a stool across from Harry's desk, looking into Harry's green eyes, "Put your hands down, silly girl." Potter, now I'm going to tell you-"

"Together, narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a very potent sleeping pill, which is a serving of life and death water. The bezoar is a stone in the gallbladder of the cow, which has a strong detoxification effect, and was used as a precious medicine in ancient China, and if you ask me to take a piece, it seems to be in the cabinet behind you. As for Aconitum scaphoida and Aconitum lupus, they are the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum sinensis. ”

Harry replied suddenly, then looked at Snape, who was slightly stunned, and replied,

"Professor, you asked too quickly, I didn't have time to say. And, if you're in such a hurry to get an answer, Hermione should know, why don't you ask her. ”

Harry stiffened, but his body had begun to tremble slightly, and he felt that Professor Snape's direct gaze seemed to penetrate his soul.

"Good, good. Why don't you write it down? Snape glanced at Harry's textbook and got up and walked back to the podium, "Potter, what's the purpose of the white fresh?"

"I don't know, Professor"

"Remember, keep the page number of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms where this one is, Gryffindor, because your Potter classmates will deduct five points for contradicting the teacher. Next, it's the content of our lesson, scabies treatment potion."

Harry and Ron scrambled with the herbs on their desks, and Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them call dried nettles and smash snakes' fangs, and almost all the students were criticized. Even though Hermione's potion was close to the state described in the textbook, she was still ridiculed.

Only Malfoy was spared, and it seemed that Malfoy, who was Snape's preferred student, showed everyone how perfect the way Malfoy steamed the tentacled slugs was, when suddenly a thick puff of acidic green smoke rose from the underground classroom, and there was a loud sizzling sound, and the screams made everyone shudder.

Neville didn't know what he had done, and the green potion in the pot exploded like a boiling pot, burning Seamus's hot pot into a crooked piece, and the potion in the pot splashed on the stone floor, burning holes in the shoes of his classmates. Within seconds, the class was on the stool, and Neville was drenched in potion as the pot was knocked over, and his arms and legs were covered in red, swollen scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Si Wen has long said why the previous step in making a scabies treatment potion is actually a scabies poison, it is a joke with life. Hermione shook her head and sighed.

"Idiot, clean up!" Snape quickly walked over, roared, and swung his wand away the potion that had been spilled on the ground.

"I suppose you put the porcupine thorns in without putting the pot off the fire, didn't you?" Neville sobbed and cried, and even a lot of scabies popped up on his nose.

"Send him to the ward of the hospital above. Snape snapped at Seamus, "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine thorns? "It's so unfair, and Harry was about to defend himself when Ron kicked him from behind the pot.

"Why...... So against me?" Harry lay on the table, depressed.

"Not against you, Professor Snape, but against any one of us, but against everyone but Slytherin. ”

"But I think he hates me?"

"No way, it's just that you're not used to it, George Fred is often deducted points by him. ”

"It worked! We really succeeded! It worked great!" the Weasley brothers' excited voices came from the doorway. Naturally, Western language is also around them.

"What succeeded?" Ron asked curiously.

"Look over there!" George gestured, and Ron turned his head to look.

"Over here!" Fred jerked a circle around Ron's neck, laughing when everyone around him saw what it was. "You guys, you really dare to blow up the toilet seat in the bathroom, I'm going to tell Mom. Ron's face flushed and his hands waved like windmills, but he only caused countless misses and did zero damage to the Weasley brothers.

"Oh, our little Rollo is looking for his mother~"

Oh Mom, Fred George bullies~"

Bored. Little Hermione continued to look around at her textbook.

"Harry, I heard you managed to push Snape?" "How do you feel?" the two brothers turned their attention to Harry again. Harry glanced at the two of them with a dead fish-eyed look, "It's not good, I've been deducted six points." ”

At this time, Harry received a letter from Hedwig, and he looked at a few friends, "Look, Hagrid invited me to tea",

The scribbled words on the short, extremely scribbled letter read, "I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon, so I wonder if you can come and have tea with me around 3 o'clock in the afternoon?" Please let Hedwig hear back to me. ”

"Can I go with you?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Harry happily picked up the pen and replied on the note, "yes, I'll be happy to see you soon." P.S., my friend Ron will go with him."

"Hey, what's the expression on your two faces?" Ron looked at his two older brothers as he paused and looked at him with sympathy.

"Our Little Brother" "Poor Weasley's Young Son"

"We've seen" "We've guessed"

"He said goodbye to his teeth" "He is going to enjoy a different kind of baptism"

"Mom's monthly budget is going to be over again, why" "Because our brother is going to have dentures"

Ron was confused, what the hell are you doing?

Hermione glanced at Sivin, "What have you three been up to lately?"

"Surprise~You'll know in a few days~"