"Mr. Stred." A gloomy voice rang out, and Professor Snape raised his hand to snatch the bottle containing the scabies potion, shook it, and opened it again to sniff, "Please tell me, why did you shred the pongo onion?" ”

"To make the Pongo onion work better, Professor." Ike replied respectfully.

"Clever." Professor Snape put the bottle back on the table as if he had no emotion, "Tell me, then, what role do the Pongo onions play in the scabies potion?" ”

"I don't know, Professor." Ike certainly wouldn't say he was a good one.

"Don't know? Without knowing it, shred the onion of the pongo to be sliced, Mr. Stredder, you have a lot of guts. Professor Snape glanced at the remaining shredded onions of Pango onions on the board, "Potions is a rigorous discipline, and any step of change can have serious consequences. ”

"You're in luck, Mr. Stred."

"The Panggo onion plays a stabilizing role in the scabies potion, whether it is sliced or shredded, it does not affect the potion effect, although shredding will make the potion more effective, but I still hope that you can make the potion according to the steps I said, Mr. Stred."

Professor Snape floated over to the Hufflepuff wizard, and in a few moments, vicious words such as "Boil the horned slug for an hour, your concept of time is as bad as your potion......" and "Put the horned slug in the boiled color, you should be awake, your crucible didn't explode......"

Morag looked at Ike with a look of adoration: "It was the first time you succeeded, Ike, you are really amazing!" ”

"Miss McMillan." Ike said while recording the steps of his own boiling in his notebook, "In fact, Professor Snape has explained the boiling steps very clearly just now, as long as you are careful, it is easy to boil successfully." ”

Ike stopped writing, blue eyes looking at Morag like Snape. Startled by Snape's eyes, Morrag lowered his head and picked up the cauldron and walked to the back of the classroom, where potion residues were disposed of.

Ike glanced at Morag, the fingers of his right hand moved slightly, and the originally messy raw materials on the table slowly fluttered, arranged in small piles on the board. The fingers move again, and the devices jump to where they should be. When Morag returned, he saw a well-organized console.

Sneaking a glance at Ike, he silently took away the rest of the materials, and didn't say a word to Ike until the end of class.

Potions classes were held in two consecutive sessions, and apart from Professor Snape's lectures, there was just enough time left to make potions. After class, Ike nodded politely at Morag and went to the auditorium at the beckoning of Terry and Stewart.

Lunch at Hogwarts is meat-based, and of course it's not like the opening dinner, just steak, and of course pasta, lasagna and the classic fish and chips. Ike sandwiched some pasta on his plate, took another piece of steak, and ate it.

He didn't even want to look at the fish and chips.

"Ike, how did you mess with Morag?" Stewart asked in a low voice as he glanced at Morag, who was glaring at Ike from time to time.

When Ike heard this, he put down the fork in his hand and turned his head to give Stewart a look like Snape, which startled Stuart as well.

"Promise me, Ike." Stewart patted his chest, "Don't look at me like that, it's really scary." ”

Terry on the other side didn't see it, and hurriedly asked, but Ike naturally met his request, and then joined Stewart's team to defeat Ike.

Ike smiled, finished the food on the plate, wiped his mouth elegantly, and then replied, "I don't know if you've heard a word?" ”

"What?"

"There is no woman in my heart, a magical god of nature." Ike was serious.

"Who said that? Haven't heard of it. Terry thought for a moment, making sure he had never heard it.

"Merlin!" Ike made an exaggerated look and patted Terry on the shoulder, "Merlin also said that it's a miracle that someone as stupid as you can live." ”

Hearing this, Terry didn't know that Ike was teasing himself, and pretended to be pulled by someone to pounce on him for hand-to-hand combat. Ike also pretended to hide twice before saying, "There is still some time before the afternoon class, I plan to take a stroll around the castle, do you want to go together?" ”

"No, no." Terry shook his head in unison, "We're going to go back to the common room for a while." ”

"I'll see you in the History of Magic class in that moment."

Leaving the Great Hall, Ike walked in the direction of the Hufflepuff Lounge. After passing the entrance of the lounge and walking along the stone corridor for a while, a painting appeared on the wall.

Looking at the silver bowl full of fruit painted on it, Ike silently walked back. This time I went straight up to the eighth floor, and finally saw a mural of the trolls beating the stupid Barnabas around the corner. The silly Barnabas in the mural makes a look of crying for help when he sees Ike coming, but that doesn't stop the troll's stick from falling.

"It's not time yet."

Along the corridor on the eighth floor, Ike returned to the Ravenclaw common room, did not see Terry and the two, and when he returned to the dormitory, he met the two of them holding the History of Magic and preparing to leave.

"I was just wondering where you went, grab the book, we're going to the classroom." Stewart patted Ike on the shoulder, "We'll be waiting for you at the door." ”

Ike nodded, threw the potions textbook on the table under the surprised gaze of the two, and with a flick of his fingers, the huge "History of Magic" fell into Ike's hands.

"Let's go." Ike said, walking out first.

"No matter how many times I watch it, I still feel amazing." Stewart sighed and glanced at Terry.

"Talent." Terry sighed and walked after Ike to the History of Magic classroom.

The history of magic classroom and library were on the second floor of the castle, and the three of them walked into the classroom, and the other eaglets were already inside.

Morag glared again, apparently not forgiving Ike. Kona and Goldstein already knew what was going on under Stewart's propaganda and couldn't help but gloat.

Ike gave the four of them the same look as Snape, immediately calmed the four of them, and then moved his fingers, gave himself a "closed earbud to listen", and turned up the "History of Magic" to himself.

Professor Binns Cuthbert had been working on the History of Magic at Hogwarts for hundreds of years, and many of the things in the book were simply what Professor Binns had experienced.

Because obsession is the root of the existence of ghosts, and Professor Binns's obsession is to attend classes, there is nothing else he cares about, which may be because Professor Binns does not have the same rich emotions as Ms. Gray and the almost headless Nick, which leads to his history of magic like a lullaby, with no change in tone or tone at all.

Even freshmen know that "A History of Magic" is the best place to sleep, with a powerful sleeping effect.

Ike didn't want to feel Professor Binns's hypnotic powers, but he did have a little interest in the history of magic, so he had to cast a spell on himself so that he could read a book quietly.

After all, Merlin once said that only magic can defeat magic.