Melee wizards at Hogwarts

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

Snape looked around the classroom before he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper in his ears, but what Parsifal could confirm was that the little wizards listened to every word.

"There's no silly waving of wands here, so many of you won't believe this is magic."

Having said this, he paused briefly and looked at Neville, who was sitting in the back row of the classroom, who was somewhat submissive, and Seamus, who was snickering at Malfoy with Dean.

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance. You won't truly understand the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, the kind that makes people's hearts wander and their wills blur. Wonderful magic.”

Snape waved his left hand, and his long sleeves made a sound of wind.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death, but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

After he finished speaking, the entire class was silent, waiting for his next speech. Even Parsifal, who was used to listening to leaders' speeches "over there", had to sigh with emotion. Snape's impromptu speech was very powerful.

The only one who was different was Hermione. She raised the back legs of her chair and leaned forward slightly, as if she couldn't wait to prove her talent. Seemingly noticing Parsifal's gaze, she gave him a challenging look.

"Potter" Snape suddenly raised his voice, his cheeks tense, "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"When narcissus root powder is added to mugwort infusion, it should be worse than living dead water."

Harry subconsciously scratched his temples and said hesitantly.

Parsifal's reminder was not without value. He did take the time to read the Potions textbook in advance. But the content was too obscure, which caused him to start by reciting it and end up falling asleep every time.

"Tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything, does it?"

Snape's mouth twitched and he curled his lips, turning a blind eye to Hermione's raised arms.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"

After a brief hesitation, he asked.

"Maybe, from a cow"

Harry had a general impression of the bezoar, but he had forgotten all the details. He could only give it a try, but the consecutive answers almost made Parsifal laugh in front of the little wizards, and Hermione's face He was already blushing a little, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he had to pull back his raised arms to stop him in front of him.

The most terrible thing was Harry's hesitant and sincere expression, which was simply the perfect meal.

"Very good, very good. Then tell me what is the difference between Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Snape's expression remained calm, but Parsifal could have sworn he saw veins popping out on his forehead.

"I don't know what the difference is between Aconitum, but why don't you ask Hermione? Her hands are already very tired."

Harry was already a little dissatisfied and turned to point at Hermione, but what he didn't expect was that Hermione had already retracted her arm at this time and was struggling to resist the smile. Suddenly hearing his words, Hermione quickly raised her hands again and suppressed her laughter with a "Hmm".

"sit down"

Snape shouted angrily, walked down from the podium, sat across the table from Harry, and looked at him.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Savior, narcissus root powder and mugwort can be mixed together to make a very powerful sleeping pill. It is a draft of living death, also called living hell decoction, not your ignorant one. Life is worse than stagnant water.”

When talking about life being worse than death, the joint where Snape was holding the wand was so pale that it made Parsifal very worried that Snape would not be able to hold back and shoot Harry with a "Shadow's Edge".

After all, you wouldn't have told the truth without him.

What Snape said was: "What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to an infusion of wormwood?" Narcissus is a type of lily, and the flower language is, my regrets follow you to the grave, while the flower language of absinthe is bitter. of sorrow.

The sum total is: "I regret Lily very much, and my life is worse than death."

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow. It has a strong detoxification effect. I hope that when you look for bezoar, you go into the cow's stomach instead of looking for it when it is empty and pitiful like you. In the head.”

After confirming that Harry understood, Snape continued. Although Harry didn't give the correct answer, he couldn't be considered wrong. This was what annoyed Snape the most.

"Also, Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same plant, and they are also collectively called Aconitum. There is really no difference between them. But Mr. Potter, I sincerely hope that you will use your courage to research a potion that will not be used by yourself. The poisonous aspect.”

Black eyes and sapphire green eyes stared at each other for a few seconds. Finally, the black eyes took the initiative to move away. Snape stood up, took out the wand in his hand and pointed it at the blackboard. The content of the conversation just now appeared in white writing. on the blackboard.

"Why don't you write all this down? Do you think you are stronger than Mr. Savior or me?"

Walking almost silently to the podium, Snape looked around the classroom again.

Then there was a sudden rustling of quills and parchment. In the midst of the noise, Snape said: "Potter, because you contradicted the teacher, Gryffindor will be deducted three points."

Turning away, Snape inadvertently saw Harry's stubborn expression again. He sighed silently and said dryly, "Although the answer is useless, at least you know the preview textbook. One point for Gryffindor."

Ignoring the little lion who was whispering and exclaiming, "I heard that no Gryffindor has ever gotten extra points in Potions class", and the little snake who was looking at the little lions angrily and dissatisfied, Snape He continued the Potions class on his own.

Working in pairs, the little wizards are asked to mix a simple potion to cure scabies. Perhaps because he took the initiative to greet Snape good morning, Parsifal was assigned to a group with Hermione.

He was very satisfied with the result, because the two cauldrons were placed farthest away from Seamus and Neville on the Gryffindor side.

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