With ten minutes left in class, Snape pushed the door open and entered, striding toward Neville.

Neville sweated profusely as he glanced up in despair as he glanced up at the classroom, awaiting the judgment.

Neville has grown a lot, he is no longer the little fat man with low self-esteem, he also holds his head high in front of his classmates and other professors, especially when his parents woke up two days ago, his family has become complete, and his energy is more abundant.

But, except when it came to facing Snape.

Snape seemed to be his natural enemy, and Neville's posture towards Snape was forever fixed on the timid and cowardly appearance of his first year.

Snape stopped beside Neville's cauldron, and he looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sneer on his face, as if to say it was funny.

"What is this, Mr. Longbottom?" Snape whispered.

The Slytherins on the left side of the room were all secretly looking at Neville, listening to Snape mock Neville as the most attractive part of the class.

"Moderators. Neville swallowed, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck.

"A palliative is a calming elixir, and its ingredients are herbs with stable properties. Snape said sarcastically, "I'm not surprised you have failed, but it's the first time I've seen you in all this time I've seen a palliative that can blow up a cauldron." ”

There was a small burst of laughter in the classroom.

Snape turned his head and looked dangerous, "Isn't it funny? Are you so proud? Or have you all succeeded?"

“......”

Snape continued in a slippery voice, "Tell me, Longbottom, do you know how to read?"

"Recognize. Neville said, his hand gripping his wand tightly.

"Read me the third line of the instructions, Longbottom. ”

Snape was definitely an authority in the world of potions, and he could deduce what Neville had done wrong with just one glance at the gray residue in the cauldron.

Neville glanced at the instructions in the book and read, "Add the moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, and then ...... Add two drops of sneeze syrup. ”

The more Neville's voice grew, and he realized that he hadn't added sneezing syrup, and after seven minutes of boiling the potion, he began to perform the fourth step instructions.

"Have you done everything in the third one, Longbottom?" said Snape.

"Nope. Neville whispered.

"I'm sorry, please say it again. Snape put his hand to his ear in amplification.

"No," Neville said, raising his voice, "I forgot to sneeze on the grass." ”

Snape scoffed, "So you can see the words sneeze root syrup, I thought your eyeballs were eaten by the Tengu." ”

With that, Snape ignored him and began to patrol the other students' side.

Neville reluctantly looked at the steps in the book, muttering, "It's so strange, why can't you see it just now?"

Snape: "......"

"If your potion is successful, it should be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam. Snape said lightly.

Everyone, you look at my crucible, I look at your crucible, and they all show a smile from a fellow practitioner: "(?? ω??)”

Clouds of grayish-brown gas came out of Malfoy's cauldron, and Ron's cauldron was spraying green sparks, and Seamus went crazy and stabbed the flames under his crucible with the tip of his wand, because they were about to go out, and the red gas in the cauldron was getting lighter and lighter, and the liquid in the cauldron was about to cool down......

Standing on the podium, Snape watched the dozens of crucibles in the classroom emit colorful steam, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Only Harry and Hermione's potion was normal, and had been poured into the reagent bottles, corked, and placed in front of their desks.

"Why are ours a little different?" Hermione looked at the two bottles closely.

The liquid in the bottle is light blue, and there are silver dots of light floating in it, and the smell is smooth.

"What's the difference?" asked Harry.

"Overall, it feels like yours is clearer and clearer than mine, and mine is a little cloudy?" Hermione said hesitantly.

Harry took the jar in front of his eyes and nodded, "It's a little different. ”

"Why, it's clear that we are the same operation, and every step is done together, but your quality seems to surpass mine. Hermione's spirit of study came up, and at the same time she was a little unconvinced.

Indeed, there is no difference in the steps of the two people.

But Harry thought about it for a moment and understood what was causing the difference.

"It's flames. Harry's words were scoffing.

"No way. Hermione immediately retorted, "I definitely didn't make a mistake in controlling the flames in any step, otherwise any step of the flame temperature is not right, and it will definitely fail." ”

"I'm not saying that you controlled the flames out of the temperature range, but you were careful to keep the temperature constant, but there was still a slight beat, you don't deny it. ”

"Each step corresponds to an optimal temperature, and if you can keep the flames constant, you should be able to make a potion like mine. ”

Harry stretched out a hand and used his magic to create a flame in his palm.

The flames emitted heat and slowly changed color, dark blue, yellow, red......

But no matter how the color changes, the shape of the flame does not change at all, and it is stable.

It is more like a still painting or an engraving than a flame.

"How did you do that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and she understood what Harry meant when she saw what Harry actually showed her.

"If it weren't for the temperature around me alerting me that this was a flame, I would have thought it was a crystal cylinder. Hermione couldn't help but reach out and touch the flames.

Harry hurriedly extinguished the flames, the heat inside was no joke.

Hermione also used magic to conjure a flame, this time she was more focused on controlling the flame, but under her observation, the flame could not have Harry's effect at all, it kept moving, and after a while, she had a headache in her head, and the fire magic ended.

"Why is there such a big difference?" said Hermione disappointed.

Harry said, "It should be that my mental strength is strong, my spirit is much stronger than yours, and it is easy to control the flames to the slightest. Although magic in the wizarding world is ever-changing, no one studies the effects of mental power on magic, and you may be able to specialize in this aspect in the future. ”

"How do you make your mental power stronger?" asked Hermione.

"Spiritual power is actually the power of the soul, which generally becomes stronger with age, and after reaching a certain age, the soul will no longer become stronger, and then it will slowly shrink again. ”

"Is this the only way?" Hermione regretted, "It's too slow, I can't wait." ”

"Is there a potion that can greatly enhance the soul?" Hermione thought.

"Don't make any fools. Harry suddenly said sternly, seeing that Hermione just said casually, his face slowly softened: "There are indeed several forbidden drug-level potions that can improve the soul, but the result is not at all human-bearable, either the soul light is almost extinguished afterwards or the lifespan is only a few days." ”

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I know, I was bored to drink that medicine, aren't we chatting, it's not okay to talk about it." ”

Harry said, "Actually, the potion I let you drink made of Philosopher's Stone not only keeps your body young, but also has the effect of nourishing your soul, but the effect is not obvious, and it will take a long time to see the effect. ”

Harry didn't know what to think, his brows furrowed, a little puzzled and a little delighted: "Maybe there is a way to make the soul stronger, and there are no side effects." But I just doubt it's feasible. ”

"How?" asked Hermione, curious.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Harry's mouth, and he said to Hermione's ear, "I remember one thing, once I had an intimate encounter with Helena, it seemed that her soul had changed, but I didn't pay much attention to it, so I wasn't sure. ”

"Why don't we try? I use magic to get our souls out of our bodies, and then ...... Ahem, I've thought of a name for this unique way, so it's called ...... Soul Fellowship...... What do you think, Hermione?"

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Hermione had a black line on her forehead, her fists clenched tightly, and she could hear the sound of clicking.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Hermione would have wanted to blow Harry's dog head.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Harry, I always thought I knew you well enough, but every time you refreshed my bottom line, you can come up with this kind of thing, soul...... You're a big-headed ghost. ”

"Alas, forget it if you don't want to, do you think anyone is willing to be a pioneer like me and dedicate themselves to scientific research. Harry said with a straight face.

Hermione: "......"

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