Melee wizards at Hogwarts

Although he had read Harry Potter many times, Parsifal could not remember the details of his first potions lesson clearly. But even if it was purely for the sake of one's own life, there would definitely be no mistake in staying away from Seamus and Neville.

But soon he no longer cared about whether the class would end with a fragrance, because the preparation of potions was much more tedious than he thought, especially when he had Hermione as his teammate.

"Patsy, the book says to boil the nettles for a while, but how long does it take to know if it's too much?"

In the smoke of the cauldron, Hermione's hair looked even more messy. She held the wand in one hand and pressed the thumb of the other hand tightly on the unfolded textbook to read the instructions.

"Professor Snape is much more reliable than reading textbooks."

Parsifal poked Hermione's waist to remind her to raise her head and observe Snape's movements.

"Mr. Thomas, didn't you see that your nettle was almost boiled into a pile of puree? Why didn't you take it out yet? 2 points will be deducted from Gryffindor for your wrong operation."

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, observing the students' operations. Whether it was because his aura was extra bad today, or because he had been behaving like this all along, almost everyone, including the Slytherin snakes, could not escape the fate of being scolded.

The only ones who could survive this process were the Parsifal group who closely observed the other victims, and the Draco Malfoy group who was favored. The latter, in particular, was praised by Snape for perfectly cooking the tentacled slugs.

However, in Parsifal's view, compared with chemistry and medicine, potions in this world are closer to mathematics in form. The formula steps are filled in, the parameter materials are substituted, and then the calculations are continued step by step. As for whether the results can be obtained, it can only depend on whether God is online on the day of the exam.

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"Next, add the powdered venomous snake fangs to this mass, stir it alternately clockwise and counterclockwise, and cook."

He casually took the finely chopped porcupine quills that Hermione had chopped and poured them all into the crucible. Parsifal operated step by step according to the records on the blackboard. His book had not been opened since the beginning of class because Snape's instructions written on the blackboard were more concise and effective.

"But the book says that the potion should be brown at this time."

Hermione vigorously grabbed the hair that was spread on her forehead, with an anxious look on her face, and pointed at the clear gel-colored liquid in the pot.

"The book also asks you to use a knife to grind the snake's teeth into powder. Hush, Snape is here."

Parsifal looked at the textbook with some disgust. He was almost stunned when Hermione said that she would use a knife to grind the venomous snake teeth into powder.

He really wanted to grab the author by the collar, drag him to the crucible, give him a knife, and say to him, "Come on, if you can grind this thing into powder with a knife, I will lose."

Although the way he grinds serpent fangs into powder himself is not very civilized, this process is technically assisted by Godric Gryffindor himself.

"Williams, why haven't you added the poisonous snake fang powder yet? Are you waiting for me to serve you?"

Snape walked to the cauldron where he and Hermione were, looked down and walked away expressionlessly. In Snape's dictionary, this is equivalent to saying "marginally acceptable" or "can't find anything worth criticizing".

The back of his black robe shook and he walked towards the next combination.

"Patsy, did you hear something strange?"

After Snape left, the little beaver Hermione took a breath, then frowned and tugged Parsifal, who was desperately stirring the potion. Naturally, Parsifal also heard it, and a dangerous sound sounded in his ears.

"what"

Accompanied by a sudden burst of extremely sour green smoke, a loud hissing sound was heard, accompanied by the boy's wailing. Parsifal quickly pulled Hermione behind him and turned to look at the source.

But in the blink of an eye, the underground classroom was in chaos.

Neville somehow burned Seamus's cauldron into a crooked mass. The potion in the overturned cauldron poured out, leaving him soaked in potion and his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies.

Not only that, the potion in the pot spilled onto the slate floor and burned holes in the little wizards' boots, forcing the whole class to stand on their stools.

"idiot idiot"

Snape came roaring and waved his wand, sweeping away the potion on the ground.

"Send him to the hospital wing." Snape looked towards Seamus, who was with Neville, his forehead wrinkled, and then looked at Harry and Ron who were approaching them, "Potter, why don't you tell him not to join What about the porcupine quills? Do you think that his mistakes will prove that you are right? Gryffindor will deduct 1 point."

Harry wanted to argue, but was kicked hard in the calf by Ron from behind, and finally chose to remain silent.

After this chaos, the order in Potions class suddenly became much higher.

Half an hour later, the little wizards handed over the potions, packed their things and left the classroom, leaving Snape alone to gently wave his wand to clean up the remnants of the previous class, and Parsifal greeted him.

"Mr. Gentleman, Potions class is over."

Snape curled his face, looked at Parsifal, and then turned back. His voice sounded full of disgust.

"Professor Snape, I would like to ask you a question about potions."

Parsifal, who liked the new nickname, took a few steps forward, grabbed the wand in his right hand, and used "Clean Up" to start helping Snape clean up the classroom.

"Williams, you are already able to ignore my instructions and roughly crush dry venomous snake teeth into powder like an orangutan. I don't think there is anything else I can teach you."

Snape did not come forward to stop him, nor did he express his acceptance of Parsifal's help. Snape just waved his wand.

But Parsifal noticed that the tables and chairs on his side no longer fluttered.

"But I'm afraid only you can help me with this problem. I want to know what the effect of the unicorn's blood curse is."

Unexpectedly, Snape would discover his tricks during class. Parsifal rubbed his nose with his free hand in embarrassment.

"How dare you I don't have anything to tell you, get out"

"Bang", tables and chairs suddenly hit the ground one after another, stirring up a layer of dust. Snape turned his head and looked at Parsifal, his black pupils shining with a frightening light.

He was really angry.