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It wasn't until Friday afternoon that Rosie, at Claire's urging, made her way to the Potions classroom.

"You've already deducted thirty points from Gryffindor, and if you get deducted again, you'll be hostile to those classmates who value house points!" Claire said.

The Potions classroom is located underground in Hogwarts, which is also part of the Slytherin Dungeon on the map.

Of course, not in the snow area.

Walking on the dark and damp stone steps, you will step on the dark green moss under your feet from time to time, and it will be slippery to the touch.

"It's terrible!"

Rosie muttered quietly, "Living in this environment all year round, I don't know how Slytherin students can endure it." ”

Claire chuckled, "That's why they've become so insidious and treacherous. ”

At this moment, the group passing through the fork in the road happened to run into the Slytherins who were in a class.

The Slytherin prefect who took the lead glared viciously at Rosie, apparently overhearing their conversation.

Forehead...... Don't talk about others behind your back anymore!

Rosie looked sideways at Claire, only to see the other party playfully sticking out his tongue.

Walking into the classroom, Snape stood quietly in front of the blackboard with hair that looked like he hadn't been washed in a long time.

The moment he saw him, Rosie suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard from others that he might have to teach 28 hours a day.

Well~ If the rumors are true, then it's normal to have an oily head, and you're lucky if you don't lose it!

Thinking of this, Rosie couldn't help but laugh softly.

Due to Snape's cold aura, all the students who entered the room became silent, and without saying a word, they found their seats and sat quietly.

So Rossi's laughter, although small, is still very evident in this environment.

Snape turned abruptly, his gaze fixed on Rossi's face.

In an instant, everyone in the classroom, including the Slytherin students, became too big to come out.

"Heh, isn't this the best Auror of the Ministry of Magic? Why, would you deign to come to my Potions class today? ”

Snape's expression was as cold as ice, and there was no warmth in his tone.

Listening to this irony, Rosie suddenly became depressed in his heart.

If I knew this, I should have been resolute just now, wasting time and not saying anything, and being ridiculed by him.

Rosie, who secretly regretted it, forcibly resisted the urge to shake her head and leave, and made an excuse with a dry smile: "I'm sorry professor, I didn't find this place in the last class, so I couldn't come to class." ”

"On the way here, we heard from Rosie that the conditions in the Slytherin dungeon were terrible and she didn't want to set foot in them. It is because we live here that the people of our academy have become insidious and treacherous! ”

It was the Slytherin boy who had been pigeoned by Rosie in Muggle studies class.

What kind of person, it's so big and you still make a small report!

Looking at the boy who didn't know his name with a defiant face, Rosie couldn't help but be a little speechless.

After waiting for a few seconds, Snape, who didn't see Rosie's rebuttal, looked at her with a little disgust in his eyes:

"Because of your disrespectful words, Gryffindor deducts fifty points!"

As soon as these words came out, Rossi immediately heard an uproar behind him.

"No, Professor, that's not Rosie......"

Claire gets up to explain, but is pulled back into her chair by Rosie.

I saw Rosie take a deep breath and barely pull out a smile: "Professor Snape, in fact, I have been detected by my family since I was a child, I have no talent for potions, and I can't even mix normal potions at all, so I don't think there's any need for me to waste time in Potions class." ”

"Talent is not the only criterion for judging a person's ability."

Snape said coldly, "I don't think that's a reason to stop taking Potions class. ”

Hey, I don't believe it yet, it's time for you to see what skill locking is!

Rosie muttered in his heart, raised his head and looked at Snape with sincere and innocent eyes:

"No, professor, even if the best potions master teaches me step by step, I can't concoct the simplest blood-tonifying potion."

Sure enough, Snape didn't believe Rosie's words at all: "Ridiculous! Do you think I'm going to believe this nonsense? ”

"Then you will guide me to try? Actually, if I could, I would especially like to learn how to make potions! ”

Rosie looked at Snape with a sincere look on his face, and muttered amusedly: He must have thought that I didn't cry when I saw the coffin, right?

Snape looked at Rosie with a gloomy face, and after a few seconds, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"If I confirm that you're lying, Gryffindor will deduct a hundred points for your lie!"

Hearing his words, all the students in the classroom couldn't help but gasp.

Claire quietly pulled down Rosie's sleeve and shook her head anxiously at Rosie, who was looking sideways, and motioned for her to apologize to Snape quickly.

"Don't worry!"

Silently lip profuse, Rosie smiled confidently and turned to look at Snape, "Then if it confirms my words, I hope Professor Snape can allow me not to come to Potions class in the future, and add back the House points that have been deducted because of this." ”

"Of course, if that happens."

As an expert in Potions, Snape would not believe such an outrageous thing.

I saw him walk quickly to the low cabinet next to the wall, and picked out a large pile of potions making materials from it and placed them in front of Rossi.

"Select three dried nettles with a rhizome diameter of 2mm, take 1cm in the middle of the rhizome and add it to the mortar, and grind it into a fine powder."

Snape said with his hands folded over his chest and a cold expression.

Forehead...... Which is dried nettle?

Looking at the table full of materials in front of him, Rosie couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.

"What? Are you waiting for me to handle the materials for you? ”

Snape said coldly, "I don't think it has much to do with talent. ”

"Notes?"

A flash of inspiration flashed through Rossi's mind, and he suddenly remembered the photos of the "Flamel Notes" that were included in the system folder.

With a quick swipe of his fingers hidden under the desk, Rossi quickly found a record of dried nettles in his notes.

Thankfully, Flamel made the notes detailed, not only depicting the dried nettle, but also describing its morphological characteristics and the differences between its similar species in words.

This allowed Rossi to accurately find dried nettles from the pile of materials in front of him.

As soon as Snape had dealt with this, he heard him speak again:

"Add 3 parts of the bat spleen to the crucible, add 2 pairs of puffer fish eyes to the mortar and grind it into a fine powder, then take 2 parts of the powder and add it to the crucible and stir well."

"Heat on low heat for 30 seconds, then add 3 parts of dried nettle powder to the crucible and heat on high for another 15 seconds."

"Finally, wave your wand and put the cauldron in high-pressure mode to make the potion take shape quickly."

Rosie followed every step Snape took with precision, and even the way she waved her wand was reproduced exactly after asking Snape.

However, the ingredients put into the crucible were gurgling in the boiling special decoction for a long time, but there was still no sign of fusion.

"Merlin's beard! What's going on? ”

"Every step of the way is perfect, and at the end it does use magic to activate the high-pressure mode, how can you not survive the potion? It's not magical at all!! ”

The scene in front of them made the students doubt their knowledge of potions.

Snape's eyes widened as he watched the potion in the cauldron slowly dry.

After a moment of coldness, he still said unwillingly:

"I'll prepare the materials for you, and you're only responsible for the production!"

"Okay, then trouble Professor Snape."

Rossi nodded briskly as he watched as Snape worked with his long, white hands.

As for herself, under the supervision of the other party, she easily put the processed materials into the crucible, adjusted the heat, and finally waved her wand.