There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 66 One Pot of Soup, Two Functions
Transfiguration classroom.

Even the little wizards who took two transformation classes were numb.

Professor McGonagall stared at him to perform transfiguration, but the match was disobedient and refused to turn into a needle no matter what.

Feeling Professor McGonagall's eyes that hate iron and steel, the little wizards dodged and felt extremely guilty.

The atmosphere is extremely depressing.

After finally getting through get out of class, Professor McGonagall knocked on the desk.

"Everyone should write an article about the transformation technique in this section, no less than [-] words, and hand it in in the next class."

Everyone except Hermione was distorted.

"Didn't you ask to write a few inches of parchment when assigning homework?" Ron opened his mouth wide.

"Yes, but the Weasley twins, represented by George and Fred, cheated and played tricks. When they wrote their homework, they wrote very large words. Others wrote thousands of words on seven-inch parchment, and they could only write a few hundred. Character."

"Principal Mark was furious, and abandoned the old rule of counting homework based on the length of parchment, and changed it to the actual number of words."

"It doesn't matter how many characters you like to write, as long as you have the money to waste parchment, you can write one word on a piece of paper."

Ron Bengbu lived.

My two elder brothers are really cheating brothers!

During lunch, Harry looked serious.

"It can't go on like this, when can we get Malfoy's black material?"

"We have to think of a way to make him tell the truth!"

"Improbable?" Ron hesitated.

If it is said that black wizards belong to the rats in the ditch, and it is the same thing if they are killed or not, then Death Eaters are the targets of suppression by the whole magic world.

Whoever dares to collude with the Death Eaters, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic will jump out and knock him down, and step on [-] feet, so that he will never stand up again.

"It's not impossible."

Compared to the two useless men, Hermione is witty and clever, full of tricks.

"Malfoy certainly won't say."

"But his followers, those two gorillas are stupid, and if we try to talk to them like Malfoy, we might gain something."

"Good idea." Harry praised this method, but here comes the question, how many years of transfiguration will it take to transform himself into something similar to Malfoy?
As for what Professor McGonagall said about the Ministry of Magic's regulations, the Iron Law of Transfiguration, absolutely forbids the use of Transfiguration on humans, the three little wizards pretended not to hear it.

"We can use Polyjuice Potion," said Hermione. "Drink it and you'll be Malfoy."

"The only problem is that it requires a lot of precious materials, which are expensive."

Harry smiled slightly, he never cared about money.

"What a magical potion!"

"Fine, Hermione, it's all up to you."

There was a twinkle in Harry's eyes.

When the compound soup is ready, I will change my mind about Malfoy!
When the time comes, it will be your time of death!

The Polyjuice Potion aroused Harry's interest in potions, so he quickly took out his potions textbook and began to read.

The next period happened to be Potions, with the Slytherins again.

There are rumors in the rivers and lakes that Snape, the potions professor, is partial to Slytherin.

Like a big bat, Snape broke into the Potions classroom with his wizard robe shaking. Looking at the distinct Gryffindor and Slytherin below, the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Potter, what do I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

"Life and death water." Harry replied honestly.

I only read the book at noon, and it was clearly written in the book.

Snape: "..."

Should not be!

These days, the little wizards are all good at magic spells and have strong actual combat abilities, but are the courses that have little influence on combat, such as potions, stargazing, and herbal medicine, very lagging?
"Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you go?" Snape asked again.

Ashamed to say, Harry didn't know what bezoar was.

But that was okay, Harry knew the answer.

"Diagon Alley."

There are a lot of shops in Diagon Alley, and there are all kinds of weird things.

If you can't buy it in Diagon Alley, most of the other places can't get it.

Snape was silent, this was not the answer he wanted, but there was no way to refute it.

He also went to Diagon Alley to buy bezoar.

"Then what do you think is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfsbane aconitum?"

It was another question that Harry didn't know the answer to. Fortunately, Hermione slowly shook her head next to her, and Harry was deeply moved.

"No difference."

Snape stared fixedly at Harry, those green eyes were so charming, like his most beloved Lily.

Before entering Hogwarts, Snape had formed a deep friendship with Lily, but unfortunately, Ome lost to heaven.

James Potter turned out to snatch Lily.

He also brought a few brothers to play school bullying with Snape.

Later, when James Potter died, Snape said he was gratified and happy.

Unfortunately, Lily died too.

Only their child Harry Potter survived.

Snape observed carefully, except for the eyes, other parts of Harry were printed in the same mold as James.

"Lily was also very talented in potions back then, and she was very clever."

Snape closed his eyes.

Why Harry Potter is a man!

If it's a girl, watching her reminds me of Lily from Girls' Generation, and I can relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Now I want to look into Harry's eyes, and want to beat him up at the same time, so contradictory!
and many more……

There seems to be a way.

Having been with Mark for so many years, Snape's brain circuit was opened.

"Self-study for this class!"

Snape slammed the door. He had a great idea and wanted to go back and try it.

The little wizards looked at each other, self-study?
And this good thing?
Snape hurried back to the office to find out all kinds of materials to prepare a pot of potion.

Mark came in with a gloomy face.

He discovered a major problem during a routine peeking...inspection of Hogwarts.

"Professor Snape, I have something very serious to talk to you about."

Snape was taken aback.

What happened?Voldemort found the Sorcerer's Stone and resurrected?Or is the magic school next door kicking the hall?Or maybe the Death Eaters escaped from Azkaban en masse?
"It's more terrifying than this!"

Snape gasped.

"Could it be that World War III has started?"

"You didn't assign homework!" Mark slapped the table loudly: "You just let them go to self-study, I just told you in the morning that I will assign a lot of homework to the little wizard, do you think I'm talking fart?"

Snape: "..."

Oops, just got too excited and forgot.

Accidentally violated Principal Mark's order and challenged the principal's authority.

From a certain point of view, it is much scarier than Voldemort's resurrection.

"Mr. Principal, get out of class is not over yet, give me a chance to make up for it." Snape explained: "I came up with a brilliant idea. I was excited on the spur of the moment, not on purpose."

"Oh?" Mark became interested. Snape is a master of potions, and if he could come back to configure potions regardless of class, it must be an inspiration, maybe he could witness the birth of new potions.

"I just want to boil a few pots of Polyjuice Potion." Snape didn't hide it.

Mark wouldn't mind if his professors had their own little ideas.

"I have the hair that Lily gave me back then, and I have preserved it with magic."

"If I gave Harry Polyjuice Potion with Lily's hair in it, wouldn't he..."

mark:"……"

You want Harry Potter to be Harry Potter?
Please don't make trouble, if I were Harry, I would fight you desperately!
(End of this chapter)