Chapter 304: Snape: I'm sorry, Potter, I didn't make it happen

Snape stood at his desk, his eyes swept over the students' faces, only Harry, for a moment longer.

Well, in Malfoy's opinion, the length of stay was simply unbearable.

Dean Snape had never paid so much attention to one person.

"Students, are you all ready?"

"Ready!" Malfoy shouted loudly, and the cauldron in front of him trembled slightly from the sound.

Snape just looked at Harry, who was scrutinizing his equipment.

"Ready, Professor." Harry straightened up, looking at Snape expectantly.

"Hmm." Snape smiled reassuringly.

After last night's non-stop practice, coupled with today's practice, he is already familiar with the facial muscles needed to use a smile.

"Refining potions." He looked at all the students and put away his smile, "The most important thing is the details. ”

"The recipe, the time, the mood when refining the medicine, these are important, but they are not so important."

"As long as you can grasp the details of refining potions, you can become a qualified potions master."

"Potter did a very good job. He carefully examined his crucible, knives, tweezers, and beakers, and wiped them down with a clean towel. ”

"Don't think that these actions are unnecessary, in the process of refining potions, a single speck of dust will cause the consequences of failure."

"What Potter is doing, you should learn!"

Snape looked at Harry and exclaimed, "Slytherin plus 10 points!" ”

"Plus, Gryffindor adds 10 points."

Hermione pursed her lips covertly, and she actually wiped her tools with a clean towel.

At this point, it appears that Professor Snape may be slightly visually impaired.

She had done exactly the same thing standing next to Harry, but she hadn't been complimented in the same way.

[Hermione, maybe we should ask Harry after class.] Ron wrote a line in his notebook.

Hermione nodded silently when she saw this.

Snape's behavior was so strange that he was a completely different species from the original terrible big bat.

Malfoy's back molars clucked.

He wiped his tools vigorously as if he were washing away his shame.

Malfoy had nothing to complain about.

What Dean Snape said, what Harry did, was written in the textbooks.

It's just that he was careless.

Next time, next time, he will definitely not be so embarrassed again!

"I'm sure most of the students who stay here have pre-studied the Potions lesson."

"Some have even succeeded in refining potions."

Malfoy looked up proudly, the potions class simple potions, such as the child water, such as the potion for boils.

"So, next, let's skip these simple potions and try the more complex ones." Snape looked at Harry again.

Malfoy: ???

Harry nodded expectantly.

First-graders are required to refine the water successfully, and second-graders have a little more, such as potions for treating boils, potions for removing freckles on the face, and so on.

He had already refined most of the potions of the fourth grade.

As for the potions that fifth-year students can refine, because the materials are too harmful, Diagon Alley simply doesn't sell them to first-year students like him.

Tumbledown Alley will sell, but the quality of the materials is too poor.

If only he could prostitute some fifth-year potion materials in Snape's class.

"Good. Let's try the final exam assignment for 3rd graders, the Aphrodisia Potion. ”

As Snape spoke, he kept observing Harry's expression.

Seeing Harry's somewhat disappointed eyes, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart:

Alas, it was still too conservative to satisfy Harry's aggressiveness.

Snape didn't have time to change the lesson, mainly because he didn't have time to prepare other materials.

"Can anyone say what they need for an Ecstasy Potion?"

Hermione threw her hand up in the air, eager to try.

Snape was drawn to her movements, and then his eyes stayed on Harry.

"Potter, please answer."

Despite Hermione's resentful gaze, Harry said with a smile, "Pure water, preferably snow water from the mountain peaks, or mountain spring water flowing from winter nights. ”

"For the young leaves of bitter chrysanthemum, it is best to choose those that have not bloomed in autumn."

"The rhizomes of prunella need to be cleaned and dried in advance."

"The stamens of the Enchanted Flower, if the potion is used against males, need a pistil; Instead, use stamens. ”

"There are currently no aphrodisia potions for intersex people."

Snape clapped vigorously, and the other young wizards watched him and Harry perform with blank eyes.

"Perfect answer, Potter!"

"Slytherin 10 points! Gryffindor plus 10 points! ”

Hermione listened to Snape's high-pitched voice and angrily pinched the soft flesh on Harry's waist.

"Harry, you have to give me an explanation after class."

"No problem, Hermione." Harry said, "I know what you want to ask, it's not a secret, I'll tell you after class." ”

Hermione let Harry's waist go.

Ron was looking through the third-year Potions textbook urgently.

He thought that he had completed the preparation of the first-grade textbook and was already in the top five in the entire classroom.

But he didn't expect Snape to suddenly raise the difficulty to the third year.

Ron flipped to the page of the Ecstasy Potion, and the dense text began to attack his brain mercilessly.

The identification, handling, etc., as well as what kind of emotion should be maintained when refining medicine.

Ron felt like his brain was going to explode.

The ultimate effect of this thing is to make a person who doesn't love himself become obsessed with himself for a short time.

But the harm of the medicine is that once the drug is stopped, the person will hate himself forever.

Ron couldn't help but think of a question:

Would anyone really use this potion?

If it were him, he would rather be single for ten years than spend precious brain capacity to memorize these things.

Snape waved his wand and delivered potion materials to the students' desks.

"Cherish water, and wear a mask and gloves when handling the flowers."

"Its pollen dissolves easily in the air, and I don't want you to be in heat against your desk or classroom door."

The little wizards looked at each other, and then they laughed out loud without knowing what they thought.

The atmosphere of the whole Potions class was much better than they had imagined.

The Slytherin students also liked the way their head was teaching.

Except, of course, Malfoy.

He was now staring at the tools and medicines in front of him, and a thought sprouted in his heart that made him feel terrible and tempting:

After refining the potion, he secretly put it in Dean Snape's water cup.

That way, he'll refocus on me!

"Mr. Malfoy, and everyone here, after the potion has been successfully refined, it is not allowed to be taken out of the classroom."

Snape's eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "Also, if I find out you're using a Sycabanate in private, I'll send you to Azkaban." ”

"It's actually a banned drug from the Ministry of Magic, understand?"

"Understood." Following the other students, Malfoy replied frustrated and happy.

He turned his head to look at Harry, who had begun to become proficient in handling drugs, and suddenly felt that his youth had become meaningless.

In his ears, Snape's familiar bonus voice kept coming.

"Good handling, Potter......"

"Skillful purification skills......"

"Standard Approach ......"

None of this belongs to him.

"Kid, are you confused?" A voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Malfoy woke up to find that he was the only one left in the classroom.

"Professor Quirrell?" Malfoy suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, as if he had fallen somewhere.

He looked at Quirrell, who was flickering in front of him, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you here?" How am I here? ”

Nope

(End of chapter)