some magical Hogwarts

Chapter 25 An Accident in Potions Class (First update, please recommend)
William had long been prepared to be made things difficult, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

Snape had just finished his opening remarks when he turned his gaze to him again.

"Stark, what can I get if I add the feather of the soundless bird to the infusion of lionfish spine meal?"

William stood up and replied, "Veritaserum."

Snape was looking bad again, as if William owed him a thousand Galleons.

"If I asked you to find a Po Whirling Stone, where would you find it?"

William wanted to talk to Hagrid, but seeing Snape's face, he gave up trying to be smart and said seriously, "The Whirling Stone has a detoxifying effect, so it should be taken out of the goat's stomach."

Snape snorted coldly through his nose.

"What would you do if I asked you to take Flobberworm slime?"

"Put Flobber caterpillars in an environment filled with lettuce, and after eating the lettuce, they secrete a lot of fluid."

"According to the script." Snape gave a flat evaluation.

However, regardless of whether he followed the scriptures or had a good memory, according to the Hogwarts grading guidelines, points were awarded for answering questions correctly. Snape still had the integrity of a professor.

Of course, this is inseparable from the fact that William belongs to Ravenclaw, if he is Gryffindor...

"One point for Ravenclaw!"

Before William showed a smile on his face, Snape continued lazily: "When answering the question, you must add the professor at the end! Stark disrespects the teacher, and two points will be deducted."

William shrugged and sat down.

"Why don't you write them all down? Are you sure?" Snape's growling voice sounded again.

"You are the worst class I have ever led!"

Immediately there was a rustling of quills and parchment in the classroom.

Over the din, Snape said, "Today, I will teach you how to make a simple potion for scabies."

"I really can't think of a simpler potion. If anyone can still fail, I really want to suggest to the principal to think carefully, whether he has recruited the mentally handicapped!"

Everyone held their breath and listened with ears pricked up to prevent missing something and causing the potion to fail and be considered mentally handicapped.

Snape waved his wand, and a large number of characters appeared on the blackboard.

"Ah, by the way, "Magic Potions and Potions" in your hands—" Snape dragged his voice with a mocking expression.

"Written by the famous wizard Arseni Giger, it is a textbook designated by the Ministry of Magic. I have no intention of offending some of the contents of this book, but it is indeed something that happened 50 years ago."

"If my experimental steps are different from those in the book, don't be too surprised, just follow mine."

A Hufflepuff badger muttered, "Then why are you buying these textbooks?"

William recognized him as Cadwallader.

Snape stared at Cadwallader, rarely getting angry, but explained: "The content in the textbook is correct, but many steps are behind."

When it came to Potions, Snape's demeanor was completely different. He walked to the podium and whispered.

"I repeat, Potions is an exact science and a rigorous craft. For us, there is no such thing as a textbook, only a reference book!

In addition to those proven principles, many cooking steps are evolving and not completely fixed. "

"I won't talk too much theory, and I won't use books completely, that's what you should learn and master after class.

I will only guide you and repeat what I think is the best cooking method! "

Snape pointed to the blackboard next to him expressionlessly, which was covered with words in white chalk.

"Enough nonsense. All the steps are written on the blackboard and the materials are on the test bench.

Working in teams of two, it's time to get started. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the students quickly moved.

Snape laughed maliciously again.

"Stark, since your answer is completely correct, then make it by yourself, so that everyone can see the genius of Ravenclaw!"

Marietta Aikemo next to William looked disappointed, she could only be in the same group as Qiu.

William unfolded the cauldron indifferently.

In fact, he did brew many potions at home according to the steps in the textbook.

There have been failures and there have been successes.

But the potion for scabies must not bother him.

Ten minutes later, Snape started dragging his long black cloak around the classroom.

Wherever he went, there was a sound similar to an explosion.

Snape's low pressure was too strong, standing next to others, like a poisonous snake, with an inscrutable mocking smile on his face.

His smile seemed to be mentally retarded, and any little wizard would subconsciously think that he had made a mistake, and began to panic and feel cold all over his body.

Snape strode across the classroom, deliberately made a "cracking" sound, spitting venom in his mouth, and sarcastically said with all his might:
"I always thought that all existence is reasonable, even if it is rubbish, it also has its useful value. It seems that I was wrong."

Nearly all of the students had been criticized, and Snape wandered around and began to stand beside William, waiting for him to make a mistake.

William calmly put four slugs and two porcupine quills into the cauldron, stirred five times clockwise, and waved his wand.

Ok...done!
Snape leaned over to check the cauldron, there were dark blue bubbles bubbling inside, his hooked nose sniffed the smell, yes, it was the familiar and intoxicating smell of rotten eggs!

The color, smell, time of use... are all perfect, and even he can't pick any thorns.

Just as Snape was about to say something, Marietta Ackmore, who was not far away, waved his wand exaggeratedly and accidentally poked him in the ass.

Walnut, Dragon's Nerve, thirteen and three-quarter inches...extremely hard!

Hogwarts Curse Mysteries · Wand · Millennium Killing!

Snape, who had been hit in the fatal point by the blow, trembled all over, and almost plunged headfirst into William's cauldron.

Fortunately, as a professor, Snape still has the means to suppress the bottom of the box.

At that critical moment, he united his waist and horse, and successfully controlled his upper body with a trick he had practiced hard for many years.

Snape's large hooked nose was only a centimeter from the potion.

He breathed a sigh of relief, his fame was almost ruined.

Snape turned furious.

This is absolutely murder!

But in the dungeon, there was a sudden puff of acidic green smoke and a loud hissing sound.

Marietta Eckmore swung her wand improperly and somehow burned Cho's cauldron into a crooked mass, spilling the potion on the flagstone floor.

In terms of orientation, William's cauldron was next to Cho's, and Snape was standing right in the middle, with his back to Cho's cauldron.

A large amount of green liquid poured out, burning holes in Snape's shoes.

The waist and horse were broken, and his face was directly plunged into William's potion.

Within seconds the whole class was on the stools, and Professor Snape was drenched in the potion when the cauldron was knocked over.

There were red, swollen scabies all over Snape's back, arms and legs.

It is obviously a potion for treating scabies, but the effect is completely opposite. I don't know how the two little girls made it!
Snape was speechless. There was no scabies on his face. After all, William's potion was successfully made, but the potion hadn't cooled down yet!

Under the high temperature of dozens of degrees, Snape was so hot that he didn't even recognize his mother, especially that sexy hooked nose.

——— I am Snape’s separator ———

(Snape: Please recommend, only recommended tickets can cure my scabies!)
(End of this chapter)