Potions lesson.

This was the first lesson Connor knew, and it was definitely not good news for the Hufflepuff students who had just clashed with Slytherin.

Connor felt a headache at the thought of the attitude of the big, greasy black bat.

So, while it was still breakfast time, he was going to ask a few acquaintances about the situation.

Luckily, Prefect Gabriel was in the break room at this time.

When Connor found him, he was pouring the inexhaustible milk tea from the communal teapot in the break room, always served by the house-elves.

"It's okay, Professor Snape prefers the students of their house, but we're lucky not to have to take classes with those little snakes like Gryffindor."

Eating cookies with milk tea, Gabriel said with a smile.

"We're in class with Ravenclaw, and you're more concerned than Professor Snape about the hawks who are likely to be swaggering, and whose arrogance is no worse than that of Slytherin."

Gabriel seems to have a certain opinion about Ravenclaw, but Connor doesn't care.

He only cared about Potions class.

"Are you sure he won't embarrass us or anything?"

"Hmm...... It's hard to say, but do the best you can, don't be afraid of deducting points or anything, we Hufflepuffs have been the third for seven years, and we were able to grab second with Ravenclaw during the time when Tonks was free. ”

Unlike yesterday's dilemma, Gabriel now looks as if he doesn't care about house scores or anything.

"But you ...... yesterday"

Looking at Gabriel's uncaring appearance, Connor couldn't help but raise his brow.

"I think you care a lot about this kind of thing......"

"Yes, if it were me, I would care a lot because I'm a prefect...... Even, if it were my classmates, or even those seniors, I would have warned them, but you are different after all. ”

Gabriel just laughed.

"You are new students after all, the honor of the academy or something, that kind of thing is not to the point where you need to stand up and defend it."

"So...... What are Professor Snape's class habits? For example, what will he teach in his first class? ”

"Not necessarily, but Professor Snape prefers to get students to do it directly than from a textbook."

"The first lesson is directly practical?"

"Yes."

Under Connor's bewildered gaze, Gabriel nodded.

"If I remember correctly, the first grade textbook should be scabies potion and something...... That's right, forgetting potions, the first-grade practical class should be these two, generally speaking, as long as you follow the formula, you will be fine, all you need is care. ”

"Okay, I see."

"Good luck and don't be stressed!"

After getting the news about the first lesson from Gabriel, Connor returned to his dormitory.

Truth be told, the trip went well, at least Connor had already predicted what was going to happen in the first class.

However, Connor would have preferred to have been told that it wasn't Severus Snape who had taught them Potions lessons, but someone else, and that would have been better.

But the truth still disappointed him after all.

Just as the Hufflepuff freshmen were waiting in the classroom as if they were on their way to execution, the door was pushed open.

The big bat that walked with the wind stepped directly into the classroom.

"As new students, you may be looking forward to the first class where you will be able to wave your little stick often, but unfortunately, this class does not require you to wave your wand stupidly or chant any incantations with your noisy little mouth."

As soon as he reached the podium, the big bat turned around, revealing his gloomy, hollow eyes.

No one really wants to look at such a person, and even if they muster up the courage to peer into the 'abyss', there is no way to get any useful information from it.

The only thing that can be perceived and detected is the hollow that makes people feel panic and palpitations.

Professor Snape simply swept over the many students present with a gaze that never seemed to change, looking at them with different expressions.

His emaciated countenance was unabashedly contemptuous.

"I know most of you have that on your face, so I don't expect most of you to not appreciate the depth and beauty of the potion."

He took a deep breath, his look of intoxication signaling that he had entered a world that belonged to him.

His tone was actually only slightly higher than a whisper, but it was really deeply imprinted in the ears of every student.

"The fragrance wafting from the simmering cauldron enters our nostrils, melts into our bodies, and flows through our veins, and it's fascinating and exciting."

Words are the poorest and simplest carriers.

But Snape's whisper was like a guide in the deep woodland, allowing the students to find a potion boiling in the seemingly endless forest.

"If you can grasp that mystery, then I can teach you the true charm of potions—I can teach you to confuse the minds and senses of others in more wonderful, magical ways."

He slowly touched an unknown potion bottle on the podium, his fingers gently caressing the bottle.

"I can teach you how to make prestige and ...... great"

His fingers slowly moved upwards to the cork that had stopped the potion from spilling.

"I can even teach you to block death."

Professor Snape slowly raised the bottle of potion in his hand, as if what he held in his hand was not a simple potion, but the glory of the peak and the end of his life.

He paced slowly, eventually placing the potion in front of Connor.

"McMab, do you know what this potion is?"

Without warning, Snape went straight to his own questions.

"It's ...... Forgetting Potion, Professor. ”

"Raw materials?"

"Lethe water, valerian branches, mistletoe berries, and some mixed herbal powders from shops."

"Purpose?"

"It works to help the drinker forget something less important for a while, and in extreme cases it can be used as a powerful tranquilizer second only to the decoction of Living Hell."

Connor had read his first-year Potions textbook anyway, and he had it all in his head.

“…… It's all in the books, and the basic skills are not bad. ”

He said dryly.

And nothing else.

The big bat was soon back on his podium.

"That's the theme of this lesson, I'll take you through the ingredients first, and then start brewing potions in pairs - remember, you must be careful in the boiling process, a bottle of unqualified Forgotten Potion will bring endless disasters."

Hearing Snape say this, Connor's eyes shifted to his roommates and classmates beside him.

As long as you find an acquaintance to team up, the rest should be much easier.

But Snape didn't give him that chance, he stretched out his wand and waved it gently, and the students' bodies soon appeared with different colors of brilliance and markings.

After a cursory glance, Connor saw that the pairing seemed to be deliberately mixing Ravenclaw with Hufflepuff.

"Look for a student with the same mark as you, and the other person is your partner in this class."

Following the light, Connor was not confronted by several of his roommates, but by a Ravenclaw girl.

Her silver-white hair was quite conspicuous, and at first glance it vaguely rivaled Phil's child's hair.

"Hello, I'm Connor, and I've met at the sorting ceremony and freshman party."

Having a good feeling for the color itself, Connor's greeting was a little more enthusiastic.

On the other hand, the girl is a little shy.

"Hello, I'm Isobel, the ......"

She seemed to want to say something, but soon, that shyness disappeared.

Isobel quickly took off his glasses, revealing her jewel-like red eyes.

"I don't care how you play, I just hope you don't hold me back."

“？？？？”