Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 8 Potions Teacher ([-])

"What do you get when you add aconitum and unicorn horn powder to quintessence?" Snape asked.

Malfoy stopped.

The classroom was very quiet, and everyone was looking at him.

"I don't know," he said as honestly as he could.

"You should address me with a title," Snape said contemptuously. "Okay, let me ask you another question. When will the sapweed be picked?"

Malfoy thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Then tell me, what are the effects of moonstone?"

There was an awkward silence.

Malfoy snorted and looked down, pretending to play with his fingers.

"You're poor," said Snape mercilessly. "It seems you haven't learned much from Professor Slughorn."

"None of the teachers you're asking about." Malfoy retorted softly.

"Really?" Snape sneered, "Then let me ask other people to see if you are the only one who is so bad."

As he spoke, he looked down at the roster and called out, "Harry Potter!"

Harry was taken aback by being called out by name suddenly, but he just froze for a moment before standing up.

Snape stared intently into Harry's eyes with a complicated expression.

"Professor Snape," the new teacher's appearance and eyes made Harry somewhat timid, "I'm not sure..."

"It's okay, Mr. Potter, can you be worse than Malfoy?"

Ron couldn't help covering his mouth with a smile.

Harry thought for a moment and began to answer the question:
"Putting together aconitum, unicorn horn powder, and vinaigrette gives a life-renewing potion that quickly revives a patient, but eventually kills him with poison, and is therefore only permitted for very special Condition."

Snape nodded, and Harry felt more confident.

It's not surprising that Harry is so good at potions, his family owns a potions shop, and he himself inherited the talent from his mother.

He continued to answer: "The sap grass should be picked on the night of the full moon, and the moonstone can calm people down."

"Excellent answer," Snape motioned Harry to sit down. "It seems that Malfoy is the only one who is so bad."

His eyes scanned the entire classroom: "What are you waiting for? You should write down Mr. Potter's answer, let's start now."

Immediately the classroom was filled with the rustle of quills and parchment.

Snape took advantage of this time to finish the roll call and officially started his first class.

"Potionology is a subject related to the technology and craftsmanship of potion preparation." He said, his voice was almost a whisper, but everyone was listening attentively.

"I don't know what you have learned before, but I know that in the eyes of many of you, Potions is just an annoyance and a burden."

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance, or the subtle magical power that seeps into human blood and flows, making people fascinated and unable to extricate themselves. Magical charm."

"But I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew honor, and even prevent death."

"As long as you put more effort into your studies." He glanced at Malfoy as he said this.

After listening to this short opening remark, there was no sound in the classroom.

Hermione sat up straight and seemed interested.

Snape then divided the students into pairs and asked them to concoct an antidote.

Harry and Ron were paired together.

Ron has been watching Harry's every step of the operation, for fear that he may miss any step.

Hermione thoughtfully paired up with Neville so she could take care of Neville.

But she also, like Ron, glanced at what Harry was doing now and then, because she didn't want to be outdone by Harry in Potions.

Malfoy was boiling the potion in the back row with a displeased expression on his face, all his pre-class energy was gone.

Snape went around the classroom, severely criticizing all the students who made mistakes, and occasionally grabbed the tools from the students' hands and impatiently demonstrated it himself.

When the class was about to end, Seamus Finnigan's fire had some problems, and it was jumping and jumping, almost going out.

Once the fire is extinguished, the entire pot of potion will be useless.

Seamus quickly squatted under the cauldron, and anxiously poked the flame with his wand, trying to rekindle the fire.

Snape quickly discovered Seamus' dangerous operation, and he walked over quickly, wanting to scold Seamus.

At this moment, Seamus, who lost his patience, stabbed hard with his wand——

"boom!"

Six-foot-tall flames burst out, scaring Seamus dumbfounded.

Snape rushed forward, yanked Seamus away, and threw him behind him.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and Seamo's crucible exploded under the pressure, and the unrestrained flames shot straight up to the ceiling.

For a split second, Snape, closest to the center, was engulfed in flames.

He uttered an inhuman scream, which was breathtaking and creepy.

Behind him, Seamus Finnigan rushed into the flames desperately, trying to pull back the teacher he had implicated.

But Snape stretched out the crippled hand and roughly pushed Seamus out.

Finally, Snape restrained his struggle and shouting, he drew out his wand, swung it vigorously, and the flames and boiling liquid disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Seamus was completely stunned, he didn't know how much trouble he had caused.

The Potions teacher had been seriously injured in the first class, and he might have been suspended from school for it.

Other students were coughing amidst the smoke, several were covering their mouths and screaming, and Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were fighting for the space at the bottom of the same table.

"Who taught you to do this!!!" Snape roared at Seamus who was sitting on the ground, "Who taught you!"

Seamus opened his mouth wide and looked straight at the teacher in front of him.

Snape was trembling with anger, his veins burst out, his teeth were exposed, and his scarred face became even more ferocious.

But he didn't appear to be seriously injured, with only minor burns, and some burnt hair and the edges of his robes.

I don't know why he screamed like that, maybe it's not because of pain but because of anger.

"Who taught you to use the wand to ignite repeatedly like this? Don't you know that you need to check if the air is not enough? If you really can't find out the reason, you can make another fire and move the cauldron instead of blowing up the cauldron! Do you understand? ?”

He continued to yell at Seamus: "You go to the infirmary first, and then come back and clean the classroom for me. I will tell Professor McGonagall about you. Gryffindor will deduct 100 points. That's fine, get out of class!"

Snape kicked the shard of the cauldron on the floor and stormed out of the classroom.

Seamus Finnigan was still sitting stupidly on the ground.

The Slytherin students are all a little happy now, their new headmaster is really generous in deducting points from Gryffindor House.

It's been so long since Malfoy provoked him to deduct points from his home Slytherin house.

　*Note: 6 feet is approximately equal to 1.8 meters.

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