Chapter 25: Accidents in Potions Class (1st Update, Ask for Recommendations)
William had long been prepared to be harassed, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.
Snape had just finished his opening remarks when he turned his gaze to him again.
"Stark, what do I get if I add the feathers of the Soundbird to the Lionfish Spine Meal Infusion?"
William stood up and replied, "Truth Elixir." β
Snape's face began to deteriorate again, as if William owed him a thousand Galleons.
"If I asked you to find a Posa stone, where would you find it?"
William wanted to say that he was looking for Hagrid, but looking at Snape's face, he still gave up shaking his wit and said seriously: "The Po Sa Stone has a detoxifying effect, and it should be taken out of the goat's stomach." β
Snape snorted coldly through his nose.
"What would you do if I asked you to take the Flober caterpillar slime?"
"Put Flober caterpillars in an environment full of lettuce, and after eating the lettuce, they secrete a lot of fluid."
"Write from the book." Snape gave a faint assessment.
However, whether it is reading from the book or having an outstanding memory, according to the Hogwarts grading scale, answering the correct questions will give extra points, which is the professor's discipline, and Snape still has it.
Of course, this is inseparable from William's belonging to Ravenclaw, if he is a Gryffindor......
"Ravenclaw plus one point!"
Before William could smile, Snape continued lazily and said, "When answering questions, add the professor to the end!" Stark disrespects the teacher and deducts two points. β
William shrugged his shoulders and sat down.
"Why don't you write it all down? Will it all? Snape's roar rang out again.
"You're the worst I've ever had!"
Immediately, the classroom was filled with the rustle of fumbling with quills and parchment.
Amid the cacophony, Snape said, "Today, I'm going to teach you how to make a simple potion for scabies. β
"I really can't think of a simpler potion, if anyone can still fail, I really have to suggest the principal, think carefully, whether you have recruited the mentally handicapped!"
Everyone held their breath and pricked up their ears to listen to the lecture in case they missed something and caused the potion to fail, and they were considered mentally retarded.
Snape waved his wand, and a large amount of font appeared on the blackboard.
"Ah, by the way, you have Magic Potions and Potionsβ" Snape dragged a long voice with a mocking look.
"Written by the famous wizard Arseny Giger, a textbook appointed by the Ministry of Magic, some of the contents of this book, I don't mean to offend, but it is really something from fifty years ago."
"Don't be too surprised if my protocols are different from those in the book, just follow mine."
A little Hufflepuff badger muttered, "Then why buy these textbooks?" β
William recognized him as Cadwallad.
Snape stared at Cadwallad, rarely angry, but explained, "The textbook is correct, but many steps are behind. β
When it came to Potions, Snape's temperament was completely different, and he walked up to the podium and said as if in a whisper.
"Again, Potions is an exact science and a rigorous craft. For us, there is no such thing as textbooks, only reference books!
In addition to those proven principles, many boiling steps are developing and are not completely fixed. β
"I won't talk too much about theory, I won't use books completely, that's what you should learn and master on your own after class.
I'm just going to guide you and repeat what I think is the best way to make it! β
Snape grimaced as he gestured to the blackboard beside him, which was covered in white chalk.
"Enough nonsense has been said. All the steps are written on the blackboard and the material is on the test bench.
Working in pairs, it's now time to get started. β
As soon as he finished speaking, the students hurriedly moved.
Snape laughed wickedly again.
"Stark, since you're completely correct, let's make it yourself, so you can show everyone the genius of Ravenclaw!"
Marietta Ekmo, who was next to William, looked disappointed, and she could only be in a group with Qiu.
William unfolded the cauldron indifferently.
In fact, he did make many potions at home following the steps of the textbook.
There are failures, and there are successes.
But the potion for scabies certainly couldn't help him.
Thirty minutes later, Snape began dragging his long black cloak around the classroom.
Everywhere he went, there was a sound similar to an explosion.
Snape's depression was too strong, and he stood beside others like a venomous snake, with an unfathomable mocking smile on his face.
His smile was like a retarded smile, and any little wizard would subconsciously think that he was wrong, and start to scramble and be cold.
Snape strode through the classroom, deliberately making a "popping" sound, spitting venom in his mouth, and taunted with all his might:
"I always thought that all existence is reasonable, that is, garbage, and that it also has its useful value, and it seems that I am wrong."
Almost all of the students had been criticized, and Snape wandered around and began to stand beside William, waiting for him to make a mistake.
William unhurriedly put four slugs and two porcupine spines into the crucible, stirred five clockwise turns, and waved his wand.
Good...... Finish!
Snape leaned over to inspect the cauldron, which was bubbling with dark blue bubbles, and the hooked nose sniffed at the smell, yes, the familiar and intoxicating smell of rotten eggs!
Color, smell, and time ...... It's perfect, even he can't pick out any thorns.
Snape was about to say something when Marietta Ekmo, not far away, waved her wand exaggeratedly and accidentally poked him in the ass.
Walnut, the dragon's nerve, thirteen and three-quarters inches...... The hardness is great!
Hogwarts Spell Upanisha, Wand, Thousand Years of Killing!
Snape shuddered as he was hit by a blow, and almost plunged headlong into William's cauldron.
Fortunately, as a professor, Snape still has the means to press the bottom of the box.
At that critical moment, he joined his waist and horse, and used a trick to root the old tree that had been trained for many years, and successfully controlled his upper body.
Snape's large hooked nose, only a centimeter from the potion.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and his reputation was almost lost.
Snape turned into a rage.
This is absolute murder!
But in the underground classroom, a thick puff of acidic green smoke suddenly appeared, and there was a loud sizzling sound.
Marietta Ekmo wielded her wand inappropriately, and somehow burned Cho's cauldron into a crooked piece, and the potion from the pot spilled on the stone floor.
In terms of orientation, William's cauldron and Autumn were next to each other, and Snape was standing right in the middle, with his back to Qiu's cauldron.
A large amount of green liquid spilled out, burning holes in Snape's shoes.
The waist and horse were broken, and his face was plunged directly into William's potion.
Within seconds, the class was on a stool, and Professor Snape was drenched in potion when the cauldron was knocked over.
Snape's back, arms, and legs were covered in red, swollen scabies.
It's obviously a magic potion for scabies, but the effect is completely opposite, and I don't know how the two little girls made it!
Snape was speechless, there was no scabies on his face, after all, William's potion had been successfully made, but the potion had not yet cooled!
In the heat of dozens of degrees, Snape was so hot that he didn't even know his mother, especially the sexy big hooked nose.
ββββI'm Snape's separatorββββ
(Snape: Ask for recommendations, only recommendation votes can cure my scabies!) οΌ