Snape's office, Harry was head back.

Underground, dim, gloomy, permeated with the strong smell of herbs, row after row of cabinets, countless glass bottles filled with specimens.

But there is no trace of his private life, and Professor Binns's office is more alive than that.

Even a photo.

"Put away your unclean eyes!" Snape scolded, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Harry, "Potter, I think I need to warn you. ”

"When you get back, don't think about looking for Evans, oh, call her Mrs. Dursley now, and don't think about my past!"

Harry laughed, "The professor cares about Aunt Penny's life? Even who she married is so clear. ”

"I thought the world between wizards and ordinary people was completely isolated."

Snape's wand was aimed at Harry's head, "Mark my words. ”

Harry shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

"Now, let's start the assessment." Snape glanced at the clock on his desk, "There are still three hours until dinner, so get this potion out, and you'll be qualified." ”

He waved his wand.

Parchment and quill flew over, and Rustle wrote a long line of words that landed in Harry's hands.

"Healing poixir."

Snape mentioned in class that it was the most important part of the third year, and it was a potion that had to be mastered if he wanted to work at St. Mungo.

"Evening primrose, water absinthe......"

Some common herbs with significant healing properties.

and the two most important magical materials.

"Hoklap, the unicorn's horn."

The potion wasn't too hard for Harry, if it was labeled.

"Professor, is it left behind......" Harry asked, frowning.

Snape scoffed, "Only the stupidest potions master would fully believe in what is in the books, and each person's potions are unique." ”

"I think I've been in class and I've mentioned it many times."

"Are your ears horns, only in and out?"

"You've only got three hours, oh... It's two hours and fifty minutes, and the materials are in the cabinet over there, and I'll allow you to borrow my crucible. ”

Harry nodded, busy.

The essence of potion boiling is to use magic to reconcile the properties of the medicine and make it change, and the textbooks give the most regular and least error-prone formula, but this does not mean that it is the best.

Everyone's magic is different, and the amount of materials used requires subtle adjustments.

As Snape said in his first lesson, it was a "fine art."

The first hurdle is to select the right herbs.

Snape deliberately mixed some herbs together, like evening primrose, mixed with some evening grass, they looked very similar, the biggest difference was that the evening primrose petals only have one layer, while the evening grass has two layers.

To Harry's pity.

Snape didn't mix the unicorn's horn with the two-horned one.

Don't you think these two materials are really similar?

Many wizards can't tell the difference between the individual horns.

As a holy creature, the unicorn's horn naturally has the meaning of holiness, but it does not have the medicinal properties of "healing" or "healing", only the ability to "purify" and "dissolve".

Hoghlap is a fantastic creature that is almost indestructive.

But it's hard to kill.

Regarded by housewives as like goblins, the chaff only encroaches on the original space of the garden.

It is one of the materials commonly used in healing agents, but... It is also often used to make herbicides.

Its blood, or juice, is toxic.

The horns of unicorns are used to neutralize this toxicity......

How to make potions, Harry gradually had an idea, and the next step was to get started.

Three hours was a tight time, and Harry had to slowly test the compatibility of the potions, until the last minute, when a pot of bright red potions was boiled.

Harry put it in a round bottle and placed it in front of Snape.

"Stuck in time, should I be glad you did it on time, or should I be glad you didn't blow up my cauldron." Snape sneered, picked up the vial, and sniffed it.

"Put so much evening primrose, do you think that the wounded person is bleeding fast enough, give him a speed?"

"The mix of Hograpu juice and unicorn horn is so-so, the ratio is quite acceptable, at least you won't die if you drink it."

"You're barely qualified, slightly better than a troll."

Harry nodded, "Thanks, Professor, maybe you should be more candid." ”

"You're pointing fingers at me?" Snape's eyes narrowed.

Harry shook his head, "No, just the most sincere suggestion. ”

Snape didn't speak, but pulled open the bottom drawer, moving quickly—pulling out a notebook, snapping, and slamming it shut.

But Harry still saw it.

A worn-out but beautifully preserved photograph.

The red-haired and green-eyed woman, not very old, only fourteen or fifteen years old, smiled sweetly, motionless, and only the wind was moving and the clouds were drifting in the photo.

He had never seen a woman like this, and he didn't bear much resemblance to Aunt Penny, but he recognized it at a glance as his mother.

"Take it!" Harry had never seen Snape so gentle, in tone, in his movements, in his eyes.

He placed the note lightly on the table.

In the most malicious tone, he said softly: "This is the first book of your mother's notes, and you will ponder the contents of it during the summer vacation." ”

"Evans is a witch who is very good at potions, she is much smarter and more talented than you."

"Don't deface it!"

Snape slowly moved his hand away, little by little, along the cover, the spine, to the last corner, and finally pulled it away, his fingertips swiping it lightly.

Harry hesitated.

After a long while, he hesitated and said, "Professor, if you want to cry, I can ask Senior Sister to borrow a wig and wear the sunglasses you gave ......."

Without hesitation, Snape drew his wand.

There is no mantra, and the magic surges.

Harry dodged with agility, and the silent spell flew almost past his scalp and shot a glass specimen on the medicine cabinet behind him.

There was a bang-

The glass bottle was turned upside down, and the cap fell to the ground, shattering bones. The specimen inside, a dead and blue-green heart, fell to the ground, stabbed by debris, the cavity did not bleed, only the pungent liquid flowed all over the ground.

"Take the notes, get out of here!" Snape gritted his teeth and slammed the table, "Otherwise, I'll let you test the potion you've brewed!" ”

Harry solemnly picked up the note, slipped the healing potion into his hat, and turned away without delay.

The whole person stepped out of the door, suddenly turned around, poked his head out, and looked serious: "Professor, I mean really, a very sincere-"

The words were still not finished.

A spell is fired.

It was nailed to the door fiercely, cutting an extremely deep mark.

Harry slipped away.

Man, why can't you be frank?

Gryffindor Lounge.

Ron and Hermione were so anxious that they couldn't sit still, and they kept wandering, and even the Weasley brothers didn't dare to provoke them at this time.

Whenever someone came in, they couldn't wait to see that it wasn't Harry, sighed heavily, and continued walking.

One, two, three......

By the time it gets dark.

They finally waited for the person they were expecting back.

"Harry, you're finally back." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "You know I'm dying! ”

"Professor McGonagall sent someone to the school infirmary, I thought it was you......"

"Are you hurt?"

Harry waved his hand in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, I'm fine, have you eaten?" ”

"Not yet." Ron shook his head - he was in a hurry, too anxious to eat.

Harry pulled some muffins and cakes into his hat, "I brought them from the hall, and I was going to have a late-night snack in the evening. ”

"So... You didn't come back in the first time, and you went to dinner? Hermione took the cake blankly, her tone grim.

Know how long you've been waiting?!

Ron nibbled on a muffin: "Don't call me when you eat!" ”

Is the focus on eating?

Hermione glared at him viciously, but Ron was now full of muffins and sighed that he could have more honey.

"I was taken to the test by Professor Snape." Harry was innocent, "It's time to eat when I got to the hall, so I stopped by to eat." ”

Hermione nodded, thought about it, no matter how hungry she was, she couldn't be like Ron, so she waved her hand and turned a quill into a spoon and took a small bite: "What other exams does Professor Snape have?" ”

"My mother's potions notes are with him, and I have to pass the exam before I can give them to me." Harry replied.

"Note!" Hermione's eyes lit up at the mention of this, "Can I take a look?" ”

Harry nodded in response, "Of course." ”

Exam week is over, and the little wizards have their most relaxing time at school.

Harry was also in for the most liberal period.

During the day, he read his mother's notes with Hermione in the common room, and as Snape said, his mother was gifted with potions.

Some perspectives on potions, thinking about some theories, made many of Harry's doubts solve head-on.

This frustrated Hermione a bit.

She looked at her notes, and many places were foggy - it was clear that everyone had studied magic for a year, how could there be such a big gap.

At night, Harry would put on the cloak of invisibility, evade Snape's siege, and head to the Forbidden Forest.

Occasionally, I would meet Hagrid to see what else I could find.

The matter of the dragon egg was solved by Dumbledore, and Hagrid was not punished, but he was still crying - he couldn't keep this dragon, even in the Forbidden Forest.

He was sent to a wizard named Newt Scamander.

Harry was familiar with the name, and almost every book he saw about magical creatures had the wizard's name on it.

He was a little disappointed, it seemed that it would be difficult for him to obtain dragon materials in the future.

During the last week of the semester.

Harry still hasn't been able to catch the two-horns, and the good news is that the range of activities circled on the map is getting smaller and smaller, and it may not take him a month next term to get what he wants.

If...

It would be great to have a way to get this thing in the summer.

Last day of the school year.

The air is filled with the cheerful atmosphere of "the holiday is coming".