About Zhang Xiao's performance in the Transfiguration class spread throughout the first-year wizards at a very fast speed.

Zhang Xiao thinks the main reason is that many young wizards are shocked that Professor McGonagall can actually laugh!

By the time another day passed, Zhang Xiao had already received his first nickname at school - "Mr. Why".

Because he keeps asking why:

"Professor Flitwick, why do you have to work with gestures when casting spells? Does the spell hit the gestures? ”

"Professor Sprout, why can't these magical plants be hybridized? Can grafting be tried? ”

"Professor Kettleburn, are these fantastic beasts delicious? Can't eat it? What about soaking wine? ”

These questions always make the professor silent for a long time, but I have to admit that although it sounds absurd, if you think about it, these problems really exist.

There are thousands of spells, and the general posture is always inseparable from waving, shaking, lifting, and poking, so there will always be a crash, and does it really take a gesture to release the spell?

Professor Flitwick knew the answer, but it was too early for the young wizard.

The funny and kind dean had to change the subject bluntly and talk about the weather.

Can magic plants be grafted?

I don't know, no one has tried it, because many magic plants are extremely precious, and it hurts to drop a leaf, so where can I be willing to graft?

Rather than the question of whether Fantastic Beasts are good or not, Professor Kettleburn wants to know why he wants to use them in wine.

After listening to Zhang Xiao's story, the bearded old professor was obviously attracted by the key words in Zhang Xiao's description, such as "improving ability", "eliminating fatigue", "removing rheumatism" and "warming the stomach".

He immediately decided to try it with the eight-eyed spider and the winged demon in his collection, and if it worked, the old professor was ready to challenge the troll again.

Even Malfoy was about to secretly write to his father, saying that he had overheard a "secret medicine recipe" from the ancient East.

In this way, the time finally came to Thursday, and Zhang Xiao finally ushered in the first common class with her Gryffindor friends - Potions class.

The Potions classroom wasn't far from the Slytherin common room, perhaps because both were converted from dungeons.

It's darker than the main castle building above. Along the walls are glass jars, soaked in taxidermy that shiver more than the temperature.

In the low classroom, Harry and Ron squeezed Malfoy away, sat down next to Zhang Xiao, and chatted happily with him:

"Zhang, how are you doing? Did Slytherin get revenge on you for stopping them from bullying the freshmen? ”

Zhang Xiaodong was surprised, did the Slytherin students have such a strong ability to keep secrets?

I became the boss of the first grade, and there was no rumor at all!

Shaking his head, "I won't be bullied, but you, Harry, you can be casual in other classes, but you have to be careful in Potions class." ”

Harry bowed his body, "Do you think so too?" I told Ron that at the opening party I felt that Professor Snape didn't like me. ”

Ron said confusedly, "Why? Even if he was the head of Slytherin, there was no need to hate a Gryffindor student who hadn't met yet, right? ”

Zhang Xiao couldn't say too much, so he had to say vaguely:

"What I heard in Slytherin is said to be a grudge between my father, and my father and Professor Snape don't have a good relationship, I don't know the specifics."

My dad? Harry only felt as if his heart had been pinched, and he nodded silently, biting his lip, and quietly opened the book.

The basement door slammed open, and Professor Snape walked briskly in.

The black cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, like a giant bat gliding towards him.

As he walked, he waved his wand at random, and the doors and windows of the classroom slammed shut by themselves.

He half-leaned on the podium and swept the entire classroom with a cold, gloomy look.

Those students who were already shivering from the cold suddenly shook their spirits and hurriedly did a good job.

"You've come here to learn the exact science and rigor of this potion."

He spoke, almost slightly higher than a whisper, like an aria.

"There's no need to wave your wand stupidly in my class, and I don't expect you to really grasp the beauty of potions.

You also don't really understand the magic of the fluid that flows into people's bodies, the magic that makes people's hearts flutter and their minds blur.

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 are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. ”

After his short opening remarks, the class fell silent. Harry and Ron were like little daughters-in-law, their eyebrows lowered and pleasing to their eyes, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Malfoy, on the other hand, raised his eyebrows, seemed very interested in increasing his prestige and brewing glory.

Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that she wasn't a fool.

"Poked!" Snape accentuated his tone, then asked softly, "What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" ”

What grass root powder is put into what solution? Harry's heart tightened, he was really hit by Zhang!

His nervous face turned pale, and Hermione raised her arm as if she heard the sound of the starting pistol, and she raised her arm with a 'whoosh', almost pulling out an afterimage.

And she also stared at Zhang Xiao with slightly provocative eyes, as if she regarded him as an opponent.

Uh, Zhang Xiao looked at Hermione who kept raising her eyebrows at herself, speechlessly, and then in her surprised eyes, she blocked her face with her hand and slowly turned her body to avoid her sight.

Coward! Hermione turned her head dismissively and raised her hand higher.

Snape completely ignored the others, his dark eyes as deep as an ancient well roaming back and forth over Harry's green pupils and black hair, and his tone became colder and colder:

"Pote, then you can talk about the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolf venom ......"

Snape stopped halfway through his speech, twitching his nose twice, as if confused, before drawing his wand and tapping it on his hooked nose.

Zhang Xiao looked at Snape in horror like a police dog had found some contraband, walked quickly to the back of the classroom, stopped in front of his crucible, and said gloomily:

"Whose crucible is this?"

Zhang Xiao slowly stood up, and tried to convey her thoughts with expectant eyes, Dean, your own people, Dean!!

"Professor, it's mine!"

It's over, I didn't brush the pot after eating the hot pot before, and I used it to clean up unskillfully, but even so, Snape's nose is too smart!

Seeing that it was the Slytherin student standing up, Snape's cold eyes became a little softer.

He pursed his lips and raised his wand and waved it again, only to see various points of light suddenly appear above the cauldron.

Hermione let out a soft "ah", covered her mouth and whispered, "Scarpin Analysis Spell!" The professor is analyzing the ingredients of the potion! ”

Snape stared at the light spots on the crucible for a long time, his brows furrowed more and more, and finally he couldn't help asking:

"What potion did you boil with the cauldron?"