Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 94 The Familiar and Boring Class

History of Magic has been voted the dullest subject ever devised by the wizarding world.Their ghostly teacher, Professor Binns, wheezes and draws his tongue almost certain to put a person to sleep within 10 minutes; if it's hot, five minutes is enough.The form of his lectures remained the same, always eloquently declaring the subjects according to the scriptures, while they took notes underneath, or more accurately, they were in a daze with sleepy eyes.But usually Daphne and Hilbert are immune to dozing off.Today, they endured Professor Binns dragging his tone on the topic of giant wars for a full hour and a half.This class is too easy for him, because as long as he memorizes these rote things, he can get high marks.Hilbert thought he didn't need to take notes at all, but Daphne, on the other hand, had a notebook full of handwriting.woman!What an elusive creature!

This year is not only the eventful year that Professor Lingxu said, but also the first major exam for their fifth-year wizard students.Hogwarts students only take one exam a year, and they can be promoted if they pass the exam.Fifth grade students need to take the "Ordinary Wizard Level" (OWL-Ordinary Wizard Levels) exam; and seventh grade graduates must pass the "Ultimate Wizard Level" (NEWT-Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests) exam before they can graduate.

After class, Daphne was surrounded by people begging for notes.And Hilbert stood in front of the person who asked him for notes and began to recite the content of this lesson.Compared to people asking for notes from Daphne or Hermione, listening to Hilbert recite the history of magic is the best candidate to review the history of magic taught by Professor Binns, and some people directly suggested that Hilbert will replace Binns in the future To teach the History of Magic.

Ha ha.

It was drizzling, so the outlines of the people crowded in the yard in twos and threes looked a bit blurred.Hilbert and Daphne found a secluded corner under a dripping balcony, turned up the collars of their robes against the cold September wind, talking about Snape's first potions class of the school year. What homework will be assigned to them.And there was hope that Snape would be kind enough to light a fire in the dungeon, at least on the Slytherin side.Give them a bit of warmth, but it's the same as telling Snape to wash his hair and Peeves to stay out of trouble - impossible!

"Quiet." Snape said coldly, closing the classroom door behind his back.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. As soon as the whole class heard the door closed, they immediately became silent, and all small movements stopped.Normally, the mere presence of Snape was enough to silence the class.

"Before we start class today," said Snape, walking quickly to the podium, looking sternly at them all, "I thought it necessary to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important exam, and by then You will prove how much you have learned about potion making and use. Although there are a few people in this class who are indeed mentally retarded, I hope you all can barely "pass" your o.w.Ls exams, otherwise I will --very angry."

His eyes fell on Neville's face this time, and Neville gasped in horror.

"Of course, after this year, many of you who ask will no longer be able to take my classes," continued Snape,

"I only pick the best students for my N.E.w.Ts potions class, which means some of us will have to say goodbye."

If Taoist Lingxu were here, he would definitely say that you won't be teaching Potions next year.

"But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," said Snape softly, "so, whether or not you plan to take the N.E.W.TS exam, Focus on doing your homework well and achieving the high pass level that I require my o.W.Ls students to achieve.

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizarding level examinations: palliative potion, which can calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Note: if the ingredients are sloppy, it will make the user fall into a dead state A severe, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behaviour."

"Ingredients and preparation—" Snape waved his wand, "—on the blackboard—"

"—everything you need—" he swung his wand again, "—in the locker—" (the door of the locker he spoke of flung open) "—you have an hour and a half— -let's start."

The potion Snape had arranged for them to concoct was the most difficult and labor-intensive one.The ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and in exact quantities; the mixture must be stirred a prescribed number of times, no more and no less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; the temperature of the flame must drop to a certain level as the crucible boils. The standard, neither high nor low, is maintained for a specific period of time before the last ingredient is added.

"Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam," Snape said with 10 minutes left.

Hilbert cooked it brilliantly, and he added some grape juice concentrate, and suddenly a grape-scented emollient floated throughout the basement.Seeing this, Daphne added some cherry juice, and Draco smiled and added some apple juice.

"This is where potions are made! It's not a place to make juice! Redo it!" Snape swung his wand, and the cauldrons of the three of them suddenly became empty.whispering sound.What's so difficult about it? It's not a problem to make another pot within 10 minutes.

The hooked eyes looked down at Hermione's cauldron as Snape trotted past without making any comment, which meant he couldn't find anything wrong with it.

At Harry's cauldron, however, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face. "Potter, what is this?" The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest. They liked hearing Snape sarcasm Harry most.

"Mediate," Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Potter," said Snape softly, "do you know how to read?"

Draco Malfoy laughed out loud.

"Yes," said Harry, gripping his wand tightly. "Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."

Harry squinted at the blackboard.Now the underground classroom is filled with steam of various colors, and it is not easy to read the operation instructions on the blackboard. "'Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup.—his heart sank. He didn't add hellebore syrup, he let potion boil for seven minutes , directly execute the fourth operation instructions.

"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"

"No." Harry said quietly.

"I'm sorry, please say it again."

"No," said Harry, raising his voice, "I forgot to put in the hellebore."

"I know you've forgotten, Potter, which means this cauldron is useless. Disappears."

Harry's potion disappeared in an instant.He stood foolishly beside an empty cauldron.

"Those who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, carefully label your name, and take it to my podium for inspection." Snape said, "Homework : Twelve-inch treatise on parchment on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."

At noon, the Slytherin table in the auditorium.

"Gryffindors are really stupid," Pansy said while eating a piece of vanilla cake.

"What class in the afternoon?" Seeing Draco sitting opposite, Daphne asked.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts, with Gryffindor." Draco blurted out, usually he would remember the lessons with Gryffindor very clearly.

"To be honest, I kind of want to see what this Professor Umbridge is capable of," Nott said sarcastically.

"I hope there will be a good show." Draco said expectantly.

Hilbert didn't think so. He found a freshman in Slytherin, and Torreira Selwyn asked him to help deliver a letter and a bottle of sweet sherry to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's lounge.

If you want to make trouble in the fifth year, you must first establish a good relationship with Dolores, the old pink toad.After returning to the dormitory, many freshmen came to ask him questions.Hilbert had no choice but to drink a full cup of strong tea to cheer up and explain to the freshmen what they didn't understand.

(End of this chapter)