In the eyes of the other three houses except Slytherin, Professor Snape had the same impression as Ike remembered as the dean.

This is especially true at Gryffindor.

After so many years at Hogwarts, Professor Snape has successfully left a deep shadow on most students with his eternal iceberg face and perfect poisonous tongue.

As a result, Potions has become the least popular course for students.

Years of biological clock have caused Ike to wake up at half past seven in the morning. Lying on the bed in a daze for a while, I got up. Seeing that Stewart and Terry were still sleeping soundly, Ike waved his hand, and even a pillow flew into their faces with a "poof", and repeatedly made a free fall.

"Ike!" Stewart was stunned by the pillow, grabbed the crime tool directly, and couldn't help but shout when he saw Ike gloating next to him.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Terry was still on the bed constantly dodging the incoming pillows, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"How did you do that?"

Ike shrugged his shoulders when he heard this: "It's just a flexible use of the levitation charm." This is easy to do with a lot of practice. ”

Picking up the "Magic Potions and Potions" casually, and with another wave of his left hand, the pillow finally stopped attacking Terry. "Still, instead of delving into this, I guess it's better to get up, it's all Potions class all morning, and we're going to have a meal first."

"Well, you're right." Carlisle scratched her hair and got out of bed.

After washing, the trio left the Ravenclaw common room together and tangled up the stairs for a while before being led by a kind Ravenclaw senior to the auditorium.

Breakfast at Hogwarts was a typical English breakfast, with muffins, bread, jam, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, and national treasure fries, plus a glass of hot and sweet milk.

Halfway through the meal, the other two freshmen also arrived. Michael Corner has black hair and a standard British face, while Anthony Goldstein has short blonde hair, just like Terry, but a little thinner. After greeting each other, the two quickly chatted with Stuart and Terry.

Ike ate his breakfast as he interjected a few words occasionally. As she spoke, Padma Pettier, Mandy Bloch, and Morag McDoug sat down across from each other, laughing. They were both first-year freshmen, said hello to each other, and quickly became acquainted with each other under Stewart's interjection.

Twenty minutes or so before the start of the first class, the eight of them left the table and walked towards the Potions classroom, the most terrifying classroom in Hogwarts lore.

Ravenclaw's Potions class was with the Hufflepuffs, after all, it was the first class for new students, and the eaglets and badgers were not yet familiar with it, otherwise they would have sat cross-legged like the rest of the grades. Now it's more about the formation of their own college and their own college.

Michael Turner and Anthony Goldstein are in the same dormitory after all, so they naturally became partners. Padma and Mandy laughed and pulled together, and pushed Morag out. Terry and Stewart looked at each other and silently pushed Ike out.

Before Snape had even entered the classroom, Ravenclaw had completed the grouping very smoothly.

At nine o'clock, as soon as "Peng" was heard, Professor Snape strode in in his pure black cloak. With a wave of his right wand, the visors on the windows fell, and the candles in the classroom were lit.

Standing on the podium, Professor Snape glanced at the new students in the classroom with a cold face, then picked up the roll call list and began to roll call, counted all the new students, casually put the roll call list on the table next to him, and said in his flat but inexplicably threatening tone: "Very well, it seems that you all understand the importance of punctuality." ”

"You're here to learn this precise, rigorous science of potions."

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the wonderful feeling of white smoke and fragrance wafting from a simmering cauldron......

"Nor will you really comprehend the wonderful magic that flows into people's veins and makes people feel confused......"

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death......"

"But first, if you weren't the kind of stupid fools I often meet."

After the classic opening remarks, the class was dumbfounded. Professor Snape still had the same iceberg-like expression, and after a cold glance, he wrote on the blackboard a method of making scabies, and explained in detail a few of the points that were easy to make mistakes. Then he continued to torture the nerves of the students with that unchanged tone.

"I see that you have consciously divided into groups, which at least shows that your brains are still somewhat useful."

"Now, let's do it, and let me see who's got the brains to do that."

"Of course, that at least means you're a little smarter than the trolls."

The materials needed for the Potions class were provided by the school, and Ike first went to the materials section of the classroom to get a few viper teeth, a pongo onion, a bundle of dried nettles, a small jar of horned slugs, and a few porcupine spines.

"Miss MacMillan, you can boil the horned slugs first, don't put too much water, and simmer." Ike took out the viper's fangs and put them in the grinder, and without raising his head, he spoke.

Morag didn't say anything, the eaglets' comprehension ability was generally online, not to mention that although Professor Snape just said more like a threat than an explanation, he also made the main points of the scabies potion clear, and Morag naturally understood what to do in this step.

Use tweezers to pinch out two horned slugs, put them in a crucible filled with two-thirds of water, light the flame under the crucible, and take out a wand and slowly draw circles on top of the crucible.

"Well...... Simmer and stir slowly to create a magical reaction between the ingredients and the water......"

Ike grinded the viper's fangs very seriously, slowly grinding them into powder.

"The best flour is slowly ground with a stone mill, and the noodles made from this kind of flour are strong......

Putting the crushed viper tooth powder aside, Ike grabbed a handful of dried nettles and placed them on the scale, weighing them carefully.

"There is no soul in this, how can it be quantified? Wrong! Putting more dried nettle will affect the fineness of the final product......"

Ike set aside the weighed dried nettle.

"It's still a little bit, a little ......"

Glancing at Morag, who was still stirring the cauldron, Ike raised an eyebrow.

"It's almost ...... fire"

Picking up a pongo onion in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, Ike suddenly had a feeling of time traveling.

"It's time to show the real technology!"

With the sound of "dang dang dang", the sliced pango onions quickly turned into shredded onions as thin as hair.

Ike looked at the shredded onions on the board and nodded in satisfaction.

"The craftsmanship is not all lost......

After a few more moments, Ike looked at the horned slugs in the cauldron and poked them with a glass tube.

"Well...... Broken bones......"

Motioning for Morag to get out of the way, Ike picked up the cauldron and drained the water inside, leaving only the boneless horned slug. Pick up another crucible, pour in the water, and continue to simmer.

Picking up the mill, he slowly poured the viper tooth powder into the water, and the wand in his right hand kept stirring on it.

"Stir it up to make the seasoning and water blend faster......"

As the liquid in the cauldron slowly turned dark blue, Ike grabbed a handful of shredded pongo onions and threw them into the pot.

"Well...... This step is to put the green onion and borrow the flavor......"

After a while, the unknown liquid in the pot turned from dark blue to red.

Ike slowly sprinkled the dried nettles, which gradually turned pink.

"Spices are fragrant, fishy, and there is nothing wrong with ......"

Ask Morag to take a vial of Flober caterpillar mucus and pour a small spoonful, the unknown liquid slowly turns green.

"Pour some sesame oil, it's okay, it's okay......"

When Ike saw that the color in the crucible had stabilized, he poured in a large spoonful of deboned horned slugs, which slowly turned blue-green.

"Put the deboned ingredients in the soup and stir it...... A bit like West Lake beef soup? ”

Muttering as he brought the cauldron down from the fire, he added two porcupine spines and stirred them three times clockwise, and the unknown liquid in the pot turned a perfect blue.

"English Pongo Onion Slug Soup......" Ike looked at the blue potion in the bottle and couldn't help but suddenly realize.