Having managed to survive the morning class, Harry sat in the Potions classroom

"Bang!" the door opened, and Snape strode up to the podium. As he waved his wand, the windows closed in turn.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigors of this potion preparation. He spoke, almost in a voice 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, and that is that you are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. Snape paused and looked at Harry, who had an emotion in his eyes that Harry couldn't understand.

"Mr. Potter, what do you get if you add daffodil root powder to wormwood liquid?"

"I don't know, professor," he said, a little confused

"Fame doesn't seem to be everything, so where can you find bezoar?" asked Snape again.

"I don't know, Professor," Harry stared at Snape

"What's the difference between Aconitum scapulatum and Aconitum lupus?" Harry was a little aggrieved

"I don't know about the professor, but apparently Hermione knows why you didn't ask her!" Harry knew it wasn't his Snape, even though they were alone.

"Oh, Harry, don't care about the old bat's deliberate troubles. After class, Ron comforted Harry.

"I'm fine, Ron thank you. Harry whispered, even if he didn't understand some things, he couldn't get into the horns and immerse himself in them, but Harry had understood it since he was a child at his aunt's house.

The first time Snape saw Harry, he thought little Harry was familiar, oh yes, Harry looked a lot like James, except for those eyes, like Lily.

Although Snape has a lot of complaints about his childhood friend's choice of James's bastard, he is not incomprehensible, after all, James's guy is a complete wife and slave, but even then he still hates James very much, as for little Harry, hmph, he is a Gryffindor like his father!

I couldn't answer the questions on the first day of school. Of course, he subconsciously ignored that Lily was also a Gryffindor.

Snape, who had deducted a lot of points from Gryffindor (Harry Jr.), was in a good mood and boiled potions.