A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 591: “Advanced Potion Making”
In Potions class, the students stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Harry and Snape.
"What are you doing, Potter?"
"I, I'm looking at the steps." Harry faltered.
"What is in your hand, give it to me!"
Harry showed obvious rejection, and the hand holding the parchment subconsciously hid behind him, but Snape came over and snatched it away. He began to read the text above.
Harry's teeth were itching with anger, and he didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't stir the cauldron like Crabbe and Goyle, and seriously violated classroom discipline, so why bother him?
Soon, Snape's expression became uncertain, he moved between the parchment and Harry, and looked at him in a way that made Harry uncomfortable, and he subconsciously used Occlumency.
A mocking smile tugged from the corner of Snape's mouth.
Harry felt a surge of relief for no reason... he actually started to expect Snape to find fault with him and ask him where he got these things so he could 'I got Professor Hype and the Half-Blood Prince' Some help, I honestly think they teach better. ’
He didn't care that Snape had published many papers on the new material Blast-end snail larva mucus some time ago. At that time, some newspapers commented that he was "only one recommender away" from the Order of Merlin. He only knew him and Snape Snape hated each other, and every time that hatred waned a little, Snape had a way of pushing Harry's loathing back to new heights with a word or two, or even a look or two.
But Snape ignored Harry.
He went around to the other side and reached out to take away the textbooks on the table. Ron and Neville groaned faintly from their throats, as if they were strangled, but Harry shook his head at them, and they Put your mind at ease immediately.
Hermione snorted softly through her nose.
Snape flipped through the textbook, but it was just an ordinary textbook, except that he found two more pages of parchment from it. Harry didn't even need to look at it to know that it recorded the simplified operation steps of moderator and enhancer, because it was stuffed in by himself.
Snape read very seriously, the only sound in the classroom was the "cuckoo" of the cauldron boiling, and soon the white steam began to fill the whole room, but the students in class seemed to have forgotten to take care of their homework, and kept their eyes on Stare here.
Snape put down the parchment, his hooked nose looming in the steam.
"I underestimated you, Potter." He said calmly: "Obviously, you have once again gained something that doesn't belong to you with your unexpected fame, maybe I should look through the 'Harry Potter Adorers Club' The list of members, the names on it may surprise me.”
"It's very interesting, I'll check it out." Harry gritted his teeth, and at the same time couldn't help thinking: Quickly ask where the above things come from, he can't wait...
"You should call me 'Sir', or 'Professor'." Snape said coldly, he turned around and went back to the podium through layers of hazy fog. "Harry Potter, tampering with textbooks, operating in violation of regulations, and contradicting the teacher, how many points should I deduct for you?"
Although he couldn't see the eyes, Harry could still feel a malicious look on him.
The Gryffindors glared at Snape.
"I thought a normal professor would reward whimsy that conforms to the norm!" A choked voice echoed in the fog.
"Who!" Snape yelled angrily, but the voice died away. He waved his sleeves, the window suddenly opened, the pearly white mist in the classroom was drained in the blink of an eye, the students below looked at him dumbfounded, Harry noticed that Seamus quietly took his hand away from his throat, he was sure There must be a wand hidden in that baggy robe.
"No one admits it? Huh?" Snape said slowly, and the students were immediately startled. It was obvious that Snape was quite satisfied with the atmosphere in the class. Unhurriedly picked up the quill pen on the podium, full of ink:
"Let me think about it, Gryffindor deducts five--"
"Wait!" Harry yelled, feeling like he had to do something. Snape stopped cooperatively, his eyes revealed the skill and cunning of a hunter driving his prey, which let Harry know that all his struggles were of no avail. The memory of teaching materials jumped out. Harry shouted: "You can't deny this method, unless you want to deny yourself—"
As soon as the words came out, both Harry and Snape were stunned.
Hermione was also stunned, she thought of something, inhaled lightly, and looked at Snape in disbelief.
"Shut up, Potter." Snape said, "sit down—and you, I want to see what you can turn in in this class!" He ignored Harry, but Walk around the classroom, pointing out mistakes one by one.
Harry sat down dazedly, staring at his cauldron in a daze.
"It's really you, Harry!" Ron said beside him, "We have to hurry up, we don't have much time left, huh? I thought I was running out of steam before, but now it's just right."
Harry didn't listen much to the afternoon class, and Sirius asked him what's the matter, and he muddled through with an upset stomach. In the evening, he, Ron, and Hermione were doing their homework in the library. Ron was surprisingly efficient today, finishing his homework an hour earlier than Harry.
He even spared no effort to look through the fifth-grade Potions textbook given by Professor Haipu.
"It's a pity, I can only read the words written by Professor Haipu clearly, the other person's handwriting is too scribbled." Blobs of ink.
Hermione's attitude is very complicated. What she does is to help organize the notes, but she will never follow the above content.
"Hermione, Snape was wrong in class." Ron showed her the steps in the textbook.
"That's a mistake in the textbook." Hermione said calmly.
"Um - what are you?"
"If you listen carefully to the class, you will find that Snape will show the ingredients and preparation methods on the blackboard every time. You don't think the above things are exactly the same as the textbook, do you?"
Ron stared at her dumbfounded, and even Harry, who was a little depressed, stared at her.
Hermione sighed, "Harry, you can't just listen to half of what you are listening to. Although Professor Haipe hinted that Professor Snape is a half-blood prince, he did the same. Snape taught the orthodox method— —”
"Wait!" roared Ron, "Half-Blood Prince? Who? You Snape? Him?" He stared at Harry and Hermione's faces, successfully obtaining some kind of evidence. "You... all know? When did it happen? Why don't I know?"
He threw a barrage of questions, but neither Harry nor Hermione answered him. Harry was in a depressed mood and didn't want to answer, while Hermione was packing up his things quickly, packing parchment, ink bottles, and textbooks into the schoolbag, zipping it up, and standing up quickly.
"Where are you going?" Ron called.
"Of course I ran away quickly. Just to remind you, Mrs. Pince will show up in about ten seconds." She slipped away quickly.
Harry and Ron were stunned for a few seconds, Qiqi yelled, and quickly packed their things. As expected, a few seconds later, the sulky face of the librarian Madam Pince appeared, full of anger.
"Yelling in the library! What's that? Scribbling on a book? Gross profanity! Despicable behavior-"
"This is my book!" Harry shouted, snatched the potions textbook from her, and ran out of the library with all kinds of odds and ends, followed by a flying feather duster, Both he and Ron took a few hits.
"Too bad, couldn't Hermione tell us in advance?" Ron rubbed the back of his head indignantly, "It's all swollen."
Back in the lounge, Hermione was sitting gracefully reading a book.
Ron immediately lost his temper and scolded her so hard that Hermione's eyebrows twitched. Although Harry also complained, he had other things to do, so he used the earplug spell, interrupted Ron, and asked, "Hermione, have you thought about Firenze and Luna's prophecy recently?"
"You're still struggling with this matter." Hermione seemed to have forgotten about this matter.
"Merlin's beard," Ron said excitedly, and immediately forgot his attitude just now, as if he wasn't the one who scolded Hermione before. "That's a prophecy pointing to the Deathly Hallows, we can even take it as evidence of the real existence of the Deathly Hallows!"
"Maybe." Hermione said lightly: "Remember the result of our last discussion? The Elder Wand may really exist, but the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak——"
"Harry's Invisibility Cloak could be one of them." Ron, those were possibilities they had discussed.
"Well, I don't want to argue with you." Hermione, "But the Resurrection Stone." She said firmly: "There can't be such a thing, at most, at most, some fake imitations that deceive the world and have great efficacy. Discounted, it may even be an evil weapon, which can only be used to control the army of Yin corpses."
Harry and Ron stared at her. They were also used to hearing these truths, but helplessly, they were the same as before, unable to produce any evidence to refute. So right now, I can only listen to Hermione repeating it again.
"First of all, in the fairy tale of the three brothers, the resurrection stone cannot bring people back to life. Remember, the second child who got the resurrection stone committed suicide in the end; secondly, all existing magic theories do not support death and death. Resurrection, at most there are similar substitutes, such as ghosts, magical portraits, the memory of Room 7, and even..." Hermione made a mouth gesture, and Harry and Ron knew that she wanted a Horcrux.
"...It's nothing more than forcibly dragging a wisp of remnant soul to linger in the world."
"The Time Turner barely counts?" Harry asked softly.
"But it absolutely can't support a dead person to return to the world-in the posture of a living person!" Block."
"And finally, I don't know if you have noticed, Luna's prophecy—let's consider it a prophecy. In it, she passed the resurrection stone, which means that she will not be able to get the resurrection stone in the end, or use the resurrection stone. Stone fulfills one's wish."
After a moment of silence, Harry: "Hermione, maybe yours is right, but it doesn't prevent Luna's prophecy mentioning the Resurrection Stone - or something similar in school. If that's the case, it's now In whose hands will it be?"
"Principal Dumbledore?" Ron guessed, "Maybe it's on Professor Haip!"
"That's not necessarily true," Harry, "it's likely that the owner himself doesn't know."
"What do you mean?"
"The appearance of the Elder Wand should be just an ordinary wand, right? If it is particularly prominent, it can be seen at a glance that it is extraordinary, and it will not become an unsolved mystery." Harry, "The Resurrection Stone may be the same , like—like—" He racked his brains for examples.
"The Sorcerer's Stone?" Hermione said.
"That's right!" Harry slapped his thigh excitedly: "I've seen the Philosopher's Stone and even touched it! Compared with the huge fame, its appearance looks very ordinary. I mean, that's a piece A somewhat bright red stone, it's not even comparable to moonstone."
Of course Ron and Hermione know what moonstone is. Blue or bright white iridescence.
"Then there is no way to find it." Ron was disappointed.
"Really," Hermione looked up from the book, "do you realize that the .ls exam is less than four weeks away? Even if it is possible to make up the exam, I doubt that after a year of delay, you will still be able to do so. Get enough certificates before graduation.”
Harry and Ron immediately became like defeated roosters, lost all temper, and lazily started to do their homework. After a while, Hermione dropped the book in her hand, stood up and left as a victor.
"I'll give it back to you, I've finished watching."
The exam was approaching, and everyone was studying hard. Although Harry was yawning, he still tried to read the words clearly. At this time, the "Advanced Potion Making" left by Hermione seemed very attractive, and Harry had always wanted to read the description of Polyjuice Potion in it.
"How did you do it?" He rubbed his forehead sleepily.
"What?" asked Ron, who was reading his History of Magic textbook with gusto, which seemed unbelievable to Harry. If Ron didn't doze off for five minutes after watching it, it was a sign that he was acting abnormally.
"You seem to have taken a stimulant." Harry yawned again, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"What is a stimulant? Forget it, it doesn't matter. But I did drink something."
Looking around, Ron sneakily took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket.
Harry stared blankly at the glass bottle, he recognized the contents, after all, he just saw it in today's Potions class——
"Vitality tonic?"
"Shh! Smuggled it out of class," Ron handed it to Harry from under the table. Harry suddenly understood why Ron was so energetic all afternoon, and Ron lowered his voice: "We need it , it's just right for us."
Harry suddenly felt a little moved. The effect of this potion is to temporarily increase the vitality of the user and make people energetic.
"How did it work?" Harry asked in a low voice. He felt that he had to ask, because a few weeks ago their grades were hovering between 'pass' and 'fail', and he really didn't have the courage to drink it. A potion that Ron - or himself - personally dispensed.
If only Hermione was here. Harry thought she was absolutely trustworthy in this regard, having successfully brewed Polyjuice Potion in second year, which lasted an hour, and that was the content of the improvement class.
But on second thought, if Hermione knew, she would be more likely to immediately exercise her prefect power and confiscate the vial in his hand.
"The effect is great!" Ron pointed to himself.
In the next ten minutes, Ron enthusiastically promoted his potion, while Harry hesitated - he seriously suspected that Ron's enthusiasm came from the side effects of the potion, but it was not unacceptable. He took a small sip.
"How does it taste?" Ron asked expectantly.
"Hmm... maybe not too bad?" Harry replied uncertainly, not aware of any effect.
"Take another sip," urged Ron.
Harry took another sip, when someone patted him on the shoulder, "I heard you had an argument with Snape, Harry?" Harry choked, the potion sticking to his throat, and he He began to cough violently, and it took him a long time to recover.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Fred spread his hands, "what are you drinking? Scar water?"
Harry rolled his eyes at him sullenly. George sat next to him, took the small glass bottle from Harry's hand and looked at it carefully. The light blue liquid inside only covered the bottom layer of the bottle. George shook and sniffed again, "Vitality Potion?"
"Very knowledgeable." Ron pretended to praise.
"I hope you will take it strictly according to the instructions." Fred suddenly said.
"What else?" Harry asked worriedly, but Fred and George showed two emotions of lingering fear and gloating at the same time.
"Actually, it's nothing, but I may not be able to sleep." George said briefly.
"—a little excited." Fred thought very nostalgicly regardless of the pale faces of the two.
After they left, some time passed, and the last person in the lounge also left. Only Harry and Ron were left, but they didn't feel like they were going to sleep at all. "It can't go on like this, there's class tomorrow." Harry made a quick decision and pulled Ron back to the dormitory.
But they lost sleep completely, tossed and turned in bed, and finally sneaked back to the lounge.
"Unexpectedly, being full of energy is also a kind of torture." Ron, staring straight at Harry, had an idea in almost three seconds. He took out his history of magic textbook for a while, and planned to fight at night, and then wanted to practice magic with Harry, and now he proposed to go for a walk.
"You can read books with me." Harry, he was reading the "Advanced Potion Making" left by Hermione. Potion, Infatuation Water, Felicia Potion, Pleasure Potion...
However, he was mainly looking at the annotations of the two people, and thinking that one of them might be from Snape from the previous period, he felt tired for a while.
Ron's symptoms tended to worsen. He began to become hysterical and had inexplicable worries, "What if I can't sleep anymore?" ?”
"That's the effect of Living Hell Potion." Harry couldn't help but show off the knowledge he just read ~IndoMTL.com~ If you need it, you can brew one yourself in the future, provided that we can improve class. "
Finally, Ron made a very unreasonable request, which would never come out of his mouth when he was normal.
"Knock me out." Ron said with grief and indignation.
"What?" Harry looked at him in surprise.
"I don't care! I'm going to sleep, I have class tomorrow." Ron, and then he started babbling, walking up and down the lounge, coming over to tease Harry from time to time, and finally Harry pulled out his wand and agreed Ron's request.
With a flash of red light, Ron passed out happily.
After Harry sent him back to the dormitory, he looked at Ron with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and was suddenly a little terrified. What if he became like this in a while?
Who will stun him?
However, seeing Neville, Seamus and Dean sleeping soundly, Harry felt a little relieved, and if necessary, he could wake one of them up before he caused more trouble. Help stun yourself.
Harry returned to the lounge nervously with the small magic lamp, staring at the old textbook in a daze.
He glanced at the sky, the moon was still hanging high, and the far end of the Forbidden Forest was a touch of gray-green. He estimated that there were still four or five hours before dawn, which meant that he had a lot of free time to be himself want to do. Maybe it's a good idea to hang out? He suddenly thought of the idea Ron had suggested earlier, and his stomach churned.
Couldn't the side effects of the potion have already started to take effect?
He murmured softly, "Call God to protect you." A stag jumped out, its silver body was crystal clear, and its fur was clearly visible. Harry stroked the stag's antlers and head lightly, and the touch was very real.
The uneasiness in his heart disappeared, and he continued to read the "Advanced Potion Making".
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