Because Slytherin and Gryffindor had been in class all day on Friday, Hermione had worked hard for the day, in order to earn more points than Dudley in two Potions classes, and she was about to ruin the first-year Potions textbook.

The Potions classroom was also in a basement, which was cooler and colder than the main castle building above.

To be honest, Dudley didn't think it would be better to boil potions in this kind of place than in other places.

Personally, he prefers to stay in a room temperature place.

This allows for better control of temperature and heat.

Maybe it's Professor Snape's personal preference.

There were many glass jars along the walls of the potions room, soaked in many taxidermy animals, many of which were forbidden by the wizarding world, which made Dudley very greedy.

He is worthy of being a master of potions, and the things that are put out on the surface are extremely rare things that are extremely difficult to obtain.

It is said that Snape himself had a small room where potions were kept, and if he robbed that place, Dudley estimated that he would not be short of materials for many years.

But... Eighty percent will be hunted down by Professor Snape to the ends of the earth.

"Brother D...", Harry whispered as he walked over to Dadley before class.

Harry had spoken to Dudley the day before, and Hagrid had invited him and Dudley to his cottage this afternoon.

What does Hagrid say, the essence is not bad, if it weren't for being rude to Vernon first, Dudley would not have clashed with him, and after getting Dudley's forgiveness, he was also forgiven by Harry, after all, he was a good friend of Harry's parents and knew a lot about his parents' past.

But if Dudley doesn't forgive Hagrid, then Harry won't forgive Hagrid either.

Even if he forgives now, Harry and Hagrid are not very close, everything is dominated by Dudley, and if Dudley refuses, then he will refuse.

Dudley agreed, Hagrid's hut was on the border not far from the Forbidden Forest, a place that Fascindly fascinated.

Or rather, a place that everyone who loves herbs and potions loves.

Dangerous, but abundant.

However, for Hagrid as a person, after Dudley got along for a while, his evaluation of Hagrid was 'simply terrible', which is not a positive word in Dudley's evaluation, but it is not a derogatory term.

The reason for this is because Hagrid reminds him of a man - a simple-minded Black Whirlwind.

Of course, Hagrid was stronger than him, at least not so murderous and bloodthirsty.

Otherwise, Hagrid, who was at the same time as someone else, could also get the title of a little Dark Lord, well... The Physics Demon King.

This was the first existence that made Dudley jealous.

With a minute left before class time, Professor Snape walked in through the doorway.

With cold and empty eyes, a big gutter nose, greasy hair, and a pitch-black dress, Snape is the villain portrayed in fairy tales no matter how you look at it, and few young wizards will have a good first impression of him.

Snape walked over to the podium, picked up the roster, and began roll call.

Snape paused when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, who is this? Harry potter... Famous figures. ”

The strange way of speaking caused many young wizards to cover their mouths and laugh, including Malfoy and his henchmen. However, after Dudley glanced around faintly, the entire Slytherin House was silent, and only a few unknown Gryffindors were still snickering.

"You're here to learn how to make this potion..."

As soon as Snape spoke, the classroom was in order, no worse than Dudley in terms of deterrence.

"There's no stupid waving of a wand here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and a fragrant fragrance... I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death... But one thing has to be, and that is that you're not the kind of stupid fools I often meet. ”

Potions can do a lot of things that spells can't, and others may not be able to understand it, but Dudley understands it.

He'd already tasted the magic of potions.

Even if he can't cast spells in the future, his achievements with only potions may not be worse than those of other wizards.

Dudley, however, noticed that Snape's eyes were looking at Harry, intentionally or unintentionally, when he said these words.

Is it because you think of my poor little aunt?

"Potter!" Snape suddenly raised his voice: "What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" ”

"I don't know, sir." Harry replied very honestly.

He didn't even know what the daffodil root powder and wormwood were.

Snape's gaze averted from Harry's green eyes and landed on his face, pouting his lips with extreme contempt.

"Tsk, tsk... Fame doesn't seem to be everything. ”

Another yin and yang weirdness, another burst of laughter, but this time there was no Slytherin involved, it was all Gryffindor laughing.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it? ”

As he spoke, Snape's gaze fell on Harry's eyes again, staring at the green eyes.

In the deepest part of the eye, there may be some expectations.

Unfortunately, Harry's answer had disappointed him once again.

"I don't know, sir."

Harry shook his head, he really didn't know.

"I don't think you opened a book before school started, did you, Potter?"

The expression on Snape's face was even more contemptuous, but the deepest part of his eyes was full of disappointment.

That person is gone and will never come back, and it's a pity that her children didn't inherit her merits.

"Potter, last question, what is the difference between scaphoid aconitum and lupus venom aconitum?"

Aconite?

Hearing this word, Harry instantly came to his senses, this he really knew, Dudley had specially told him.

"They can all make poison, sir."

As soon as Harry spoke, Snape was stunned.

"Aconitum scaphoida and Aconitum lupus venom are both plants of the genus Aconitum scapulata, they are both Aconitum sinensis, it is a slender, upright and poisonous perennial herbaceous plant, especially the roots are highly poisonous, the outer skin is black, the flowers are bright and beautiful, its juice can be coated on arrows to make poisoned arrows to shoot people or animals... It is sometimes used as poison for death row prisoners... Its flower language is 'malicious'... Once accidentally poisoned... First the heartbeat slows down, then the whole body goes numb, then the heartbeat gradually accelerates, delirium, unconscious, and finally collapses and dies..."

Harry was talking like a machine gun, his eyes full of excitement, and finally there was a problem he knew.

But this excitement meant something else in the eyes of Slytherin in the classroom.

You don't know anything about other things, you talk about poison when you talk about it, and you get excited when you talk about death.

Potter, something is wrong with you.