What potions were brewed? Wait a minute, potions??!

Zhang Xiaofu was heartfelt and complimented in an admiring tone:

"Professor, you're amazing, I did boil something with a crucible before the start of school, it's a recipe that we spread in the East, and because it's friendly to beginners, I tried it."

Professor Snape's face softened a little, and he stared carefully at the ingredients revealed by Scarppin's analysis spell, and suddenly spoke:

"What is the effect of this potion?"

"Hmm..."Zhang Xiao thought desperately, and began to make things up: "Professor, this potion has more effects, but the relative effectiveness is not very strong. ”

Snape let out a "hmm" from his nasal cavity, and Zhang Xiao continued: "The main effect is that it can make people feel happy, have a happy feeling, and make people feel hot..."

"Sounds like the effect of the Eliminator... What is the name of this potion? ”

“happness soup！” Zhang Xiao blurted out, without blinking her eyes.

Snape touched his chin and nodded slowly, the name Happy Soup was more in line with the effect.

He also wanted to ask for some details, after all, this kind of boiling technique and the unbelievable variety of raw materials opened his eyes.

It turns out that there is still this idea of boiling potions?

Remembering that he was still in class, he could only let go of this thought, flicked his cloak and returned to the desk, leaving a sentence:

"Slytherin deducts 1 point, I hope Zhang can remember that after boiling potions, you must clean the cauldron carefully, otherwise it may affect your next potion brewing!"

Zhang Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was a Slytherin, if he was replaced by Harry, maybe Gryffindor would be able to owe! Snape knew that he was cooking a hot pot in a crucible and eating it, and he was probably mad!

Snape stared gloomily at the little wizard below, and said slowly:

"It's sad, the way you look makes me wonder if I'm teaching a bunch of trolls, does someone have to tell you that this sentence is important before you write it down?"

As if they had been whipped en masse, a group of young wizards hurriedly opened their notebooks and wrote down the first rule of potions with feathers: the cauldron must be cleaned.

Fortunately, Snape did not continue to embarrass Harry, which made Harry Jr. secretly relieved, but he quickly regretted that he had relaxed early.

Snape said that potions are a profound science, and it is useless to read books just by dying, and even Mr. Poult, who doesn't know anything, can read aloud the words in the textbook, so potions are more important to see hands-on ability.

His eyes kept wandering over Hermione as he said this, but Hermione resisted the pressure and finished it with flying performance when she brewed the potion for scabies.

But Snape turned his head as if he hadn't seen it, and praised Malfoy and Zhang Xiao for how perfect the operation of cooking slugs was.

Harry felt out of luck, and Snape dragged his long black cloak around him, his eyes rolling all the time on his face.

At the slightest irregularity, he used that nasty prolonged tone to ridicule himself, and Harry wondered with annoyance, is Snape a stand-up comedian? (Note 1), how could he laugh at other people's words so much?

At that moment, an acidic green smoke suddenly rose from the underground classroom, followed by an explosion and a loud sizzle.

Seamus's face was black and his hair was messy, and he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a puff of black smoke came out, and Neville wept and looked at the burnt cauldron in front of him.

The potion in the pot spilled on the stone floor, burning holes in the shoes of the classmates. Within seconds, the class was on the stool, and Neville was drenched in potion as the pot was knocked over, and his arms and legs were covered in red, swollen scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion that had been spilled on the ground.

"I guess you put the porcupine thorns in without putting the pot off the fire, did you?"

Neville sobbed and cried, and even a lot of scabies popped up on his nose.

"And you! What the hell did you have to make the simplest potion explode? Snape snapped at Seamus.

"I don't know, Professor!" Seamus replied as he puffed out the smoke ring.

"Shut up! I'm not asking you to answer, both of you, go to the school hospital for me! Snape turned away, looked at Harry, and looked at him with disgust:

"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine thorns? Do you think he's going wrong and showing you? Gryffindor lost another point because of you. ”

Harry almost couldn't resist splashing the potion in his face, but Ron was desperately pulling at his clothes, so he had to give up and continue to boil the potion in a breath.

Malfoy sneered and said to Zhang Xiao:

"That Seamus is a half-blood, right? Although you hate to admit it, a half-race is a half-blood. ”

Zhang Xiao didn't speak, but pointed back, and Malfoy looked back, and his face suddenly turned red, only to see Crabbe and Goyle clumsily stirring up their own dinner as if they were a pair of trolls.

The pot was filled with disgusting mud that looked like a swamp had been boiled, slightly better than Seamus and Neville, but only a limited amount of good.

But Snape was as if he were blind, even though he had passed by them so many times, and he didn't look at them for a moment.

Zhang Xiao suspected that Snape was afraid that he would not be able to help it after watching it.

"Clean it up, don't do it this time, I'll boil the potion myself." Zhang Xiao patted Malfoy on the shoulder, focusing on the potion.

Before actually doing it, Zhang Xiao felt that the potion was very simple, wasn't it just to add things in order? Just be careful and don't make mistakes, right?

But after actually doing it, he realized how stupid and naïve he was.

It's like watching cooking, looking simple, cutting the vegetables into the pot, stir-frying and adding seasonings, and getting out of the pot. But just like the "little", "moderate" and "some" in the recipe make countless people scratch their heads.

The real difficulty in potions is how to accurately grasp the amount and timing of the ingredients.

The timing and amount of stir-fry are wrong, at most it is unpalatable, but the potion is not put in the right, it will be scrapped and restarted, and the heavy will be fryed and killed!

In other words, potions are actually quite talented courses, like Hermione Granger in the second grade, the compound decoction that lasted for a month involved nearly 20 materials (including excipients), including prefabrication, grinding, refining, stirring, drying and other methods, and finally succeeded!

It can only be said that learning God is worthy of learning God.

The scabies potion is indeed an introductory potion, and I don't know if it was because I used to cook a lot in my previous life, Zhang Xiao felt that her grasp of the timing and amount was also very accurate.

This made him can't help but think, if there is an experimental dog from his previous life, will he directly become a potions master? Or just go straight to automation?

Harry finally managed to get through the class, he found Zhang Xiao, first complained about Snape, and then said:

"Do you remember what I told you about Hagrid at the beginning of the school year? It was the big man who invited me to his place and agreed to bring my friends with him.

Are you coming? ”

Hagrid? Zhang Xiao's interest was suddenly raised, and he happily agreed.

——————————————————————————————————————

Note 1: Stand-up comedy originated in England in the 18th century and gradually evolved into stand-up comedy in the 60s of the 19th century.