Today is the day Ravenclaw first took Potions class. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Potions classroom is located in the basement of Hogwarts Castle, close to the Slytherin common room. Walking in the long corridor, some freshmen couldn't help but shrink from the cold, shivering. It's much colder than the castle, and the environment is eerie, and the walls are lined with glass bottles, which are filled with the carcasses of pickled animals, which makes people even more creepy.

The Ravenclaw freshmen, who had been admonished by the seniors a few days earlier, entered the Potions classroom with a nervous heart. There is no way, who made the seniors portray Snape, the professor of the Potions class, as an incomparably terrifying image of the Great Demon King, how could they not make the freshmen tremble.

In fact, when Fang Yan heard his description of Snape from a third-year senior, he couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, and those who didn't know thought that the person he was describing was the Dark Lord! However, in the minds of some people, Professor Snape is indeed more terrifying than the Dark Lord. For example – Hufflepuff.

Professor Snape entered, wearing a black cloak, a thin build, sallow skin, a large hooked nose, and black shoulder-length hair, which shrouded him in a gloomy aura. Like other professors, Professor Snape began his first class by name.

Fortunately, Snape's old enemy's son Harry Potter will not enter school until next year, and Snape did not deliberately taunt someone as in the original book, so that this process passed without any waves.

Putting down the roll call in his hand, Snape looked up at the class, his dark eyes, cold and empty, reminding you of two dark tunnels. "You're here to learn the subtleties of pharmaceuticals." His voice was low, almost whispering, but every word was audible - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had a mysterious power to keep students quiet.

"Since there's no stupid wand swinging here, many of you don't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of pharmaceutical technology. Think about it, when you simmer the herbs in a large steam pot, the potion slowly boils, and white smoke rises...... And the fluid that flows from the veins of the human body, a fluid with incomparably subtle power...... It will simply enchant your heart and fascinate all your senses...... I can teach you how to bottle your reputation, how to brew glory, and even how to say ...... Stop the ...... of Death As long as you're not as stupid as the stupid guys I used to teach. Snape's words made the classroom quieter. The new Ravenclaw students all straightened up, and no one wanted to be taken for a fool by their extreme admiration for wisdom. As for the Hufflepuff freshmen? Hmmm- look at their expressions as if they've been dumbfounded......

"Now!" Snape suddenly raised his voice a scale, "Can any of you tell me what will happen if you add powder from daffodil bulbs to the juice of wormwood?" ”

There was silence.

The Ravenclaw students were all pondering, while the Hufflepuff students were at a loss.

Well, Fang Yan rolled his eyes in his heart, not expecting that Snape already had this habit when Harry Potter was not enrolled.

"Does no one know?" Snape frowned, his tone cold, "Didn't you ever prepare for class?" ”

It was still silent, the Ravenclaw students had begun to flip through the books, and the Hufflepuff students were still wandering......

As for the tongues, he knew the answer, but he didn't want to touch Snape's head. He understood that Snape was trying to give the freshmen a disgrace, to put away the disdain for Potions class, and to establish his authority among the freshmen.

"Since no one knows—" a malicious smile appeared on Snape's face, "then ten points will be deducted for each house!" ”

"Huh?" Fang Yan raised his eyebrows, he didn't want the academy's points to be deducted so innocently! By the past few days he has fully integrated into Ravenclaw College, and regards the honor of Ravenclaw as his own.

"Professor!" Fang Yan suddenly stood up, "Daffodil bulbs and wormwood are mixed together to make a very powerful sleeping pill, and people call it a drink of life and death water." ”

"Oh-" Snape's eyes narrowed, his dark pupils fixed on the dialect, "your name is Sean Abbott, aren't you?" Why didn't you just say that? ”

"I just remembered." The tongue replied without fear.

Snape's face turned cold, "Then let me ask you, if I ask you to find a piece of bezoar, where will you go to find it?" Fang Yan was speechless in his heart, and he took the place of Harry Potter in the original book. He also understood that Snape was deliberately using him to make a decision. But since Fang Yan has stood up for the academy, then let's slap the face to the end.

"In the stomach of a cow, Professor!" The dialect replied aloud looking straight into Snape's eyes, ignoring Snape's murderous eyes, "The bezoar is a stone found in the stomach of a cow, and it is the nemesis of many poisons. ”

"Good!" Gritting his teeth, Snape's sentence was obviously a rhetorical remark, "The last question, what is the difference between the scaphoid aconitum and the wolf aconitum?" ”

"It's no different!" Unfortunately, the dialect did not save Snape face in the slightest, "Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolf-shaped refer to the same plant, and they are both common names for a plant called Aconitum." ”

"Sit down." The dialect answered the right question, but Snape was not at all pleased. He glared at the other freshmen, "Do you understand the questions you just asked?" Why don't you copy this knowledge down? ”

There was an immediate commotion in the classroom, and everyone quickly took out their quill pens and parchment and began to write. Snape added, "Shaun Abbott, because you didn't raise your hand before answering the question, it's extremely disrespectful to the teacher. I've decided that Ravenclaw is going to be deducted a point because of you. ”

The other Ravenclaw freshmen glared at Snape, not expecting him to find an excuse to deduct Ravenclaw's points. But the dialect doesn't matter, it's much better than deducting ten points before.

In the next Potions class, things showed no signs of improving. Snape divided his classmates into pairs and taught them how to mix several simple herbs to treat burns. He walked up and down the dungeon in his wide black cloak to see how they weighed the dried and ground snake teeth. Almost everyone was revived, and only the tongues survived. This was due to the impeccable manner in which the dialect handled the herbs, which made Snape stare but could not find an excuse to deduct points.

As if by a curse, Hufflepuff students get into accidents when they get to Potions class, even freshmen.

A Hufflepuff freshman, who didn't know what he was doing, burned his pot through, and the liquid they were holding flowed down the terrain, burning small holes in his classmates' shoes. In a matter of seconds, the entire class was standing on their desks. Only the Hufflepuff freshman didn't have time to jump onto the table, and as a result, the completely burned steam pot collapsed, splashing the potion all over his body. His arms and legs were burned with red and swollen scabies, and he couldn't help but cry.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, spilling the potion off the ground with a flick of his wand.

"Did you throw the porcupine spikes in before you lifted the pot off the fire?" The little sores on the nose of the Hufflepuff freshman were red and shiny, as if they were about to burst open. Now he cries even harder.

"Take him to the infirmary." Snape commanded his companions. Then he looked dangerously around, as if trying to find someone to vent his anger. Snape's gaze paused on the dialect, and he turned away randomly and reluctantly. Because the dialect was not in the vicinity of the Hufflepuff freshman, he couldn't find an excuse to deduct dialect points like in the original book.

PS: It's not Snape, it's just that Snape in the early stage was really unpleasant. (Don't beat me~\(≧▽≦)/~)