Hogwarts White Knight

After making sure that no one in the classroom dared to resist his authority, Snape divided everyone into groups of two. In the first lesson, they were required to make a simple potion to treat scabies.

After Snape wrote the production method on the blackboard in a neat blackboard, he began to drag the long black cloak and walk around the classroom.

He observed everyone's movements and pointed out their mistakes harshly, even the Slytherins were not spared.

Perhaps because Snape placed the blame for Harry's answer on Gawain, he and Harry were grouped together and placed close to Malfoy and Pansy's table.

"Old Bat! Gawain, you obviously did nothing wrong!"

Harry whispered angrily, handing Gawain the serpent fang that had been ground to pieces.

"Please hand me the scale, Harry."

Gawain took the serpent fang and pointed to the copper scale on the table with some hesitation.

According to what is written on the blackboard, this potion requires a small amount of dried nettles and a pinch of venomous snake tooth powder, but there is absolutely no scale marked "a small amount" or "a pinch" on the scale.

"He must hate me, I don't know why. But we have to hurry, that Malfoy guy is already cooking slugs with tentacles."

Harry handed over the scale and asked Gawain.

At the table next to them, Malfoy was proudly showing Snape how skillfully he cooked slugs, and even gave Slytherin five points!

"But you haven't done anything to deserve his hatred, have you?" Gawain shook his head and put down the scale.

Gawain was a little hesitant, because he could have fooled him, or he could have followed Malfoy's example, but he couldn't be perfunctory with himself.

This is a Potions class, the subject closest to "science" in the wizarding world, rather than imitating Ms. Julia's beef stew recipe, not to mention that even the recipe will mark the specific weight and proportion of each ingredient.

"professor?"

Gawain raised his hand high and signaled to Snape.

"Smug Mr. White, I don't think there's anything on the blackboard that any sensible wizard can't understand. Perhaps what you want me to teach you is the spelling of slug?"

Snape lowered his head and looked at Gawain.

"Professor, I didn't find the two scales on the scale: a small amount and a pinch."

Gawain raised the scale in his hand.

"Probably dry nettles, or a few grains of snake fang powder, won't turn your potion into poison. But why don't you grind the snake fangs finer? Maybe, that will make you more effective A sense of accomplishment.”

Snape's black eyes were like black holes, revealing his unhappiness unabashedly.

"But I thought this was an exact science requiring rigorous craftsmanship, Professor Snape!"

Gawain looked at Snape unflinchingly, even when Harry pulled his sleeve fiercely, he didn't show any weakness.

The whole classroom is looking here.

Gawain heard Hermione gasp, and Malfoy chuckled twice.

Suddenly, a dangerous-sounding "gurgling" sound sounded, and a large cloud of green smoke rose from a corner, hissing.

"idiot!"

Snape turned his head sharply and looked towards the corner of the classroom.

I don't know how Neville was able to burn such a "harmless" potion into a pot of strong acid, and forced Seamus' cauldron to burn into a crooked mess.

Green potion splashed onto the stone floor, causing students who stepped on it to scream.

Everyone stood on the stool.

Except poor Neville.

He was soaked all over, and his arms and legs outside his robe were covered with red and swollen scabies. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"idiot!"

Snape roared, waved his wand, and used a skillful vanishing spell to sweep away the potion on the ground.

"Didn't I tell you to take the pot off the heat before adding the porcupine quills?!"

Snape said angrily, making Neville cry even more. The condition was getting worse, and scabies began to appear on his nose, which turned red.

"Send him to the school hospital above!"

Snape snapped at Seamus.

"Mr. White, are you satisfied now? Put away your proud smile.

Since you proposed this, you are responsible for writing a paper on the formula weight and proportion of each potion and hand it over to me in class next week. "

He looked at Gawain who was not smiling at all, grabbed the plate with dried nettles from his table, took out a small handful, and used a silver spoon to divide the poisonous snake fang powder that Harry had ground earlier. Out of two-thirds.

"Look what I do! Don't you have any magic potion!"

Snape said to everyone.

An hour later, they climbed out of the ground along the stairs.

"Man, you're so cool! Did you see the look on Snape's face? I bet he wants to eat you!"

Ron danced excitedly.

He decided that from today on, he would add Gawain's name to the list of idols he worshiped!

Never!

No!

anyone!

Being able to face Snape head-on like Gawain, Snape finally compromised!

"But I think Professor Snape might be a little nicer than he lets on."

Gawain made a small gap with his finger.

Regarding his own problem, Snape was firmly opposed to it at first, but after he saw Neville's accident, he reluctantly compromised.

"Speaking of which, Jane, I thought you would be against me?" Gawain suddenly slowed down a little, waiting for Hermione to catch up.

"Of course it's reckless of you to do that," Hermione raised her eyebrows and said matter-of-factly, "But I don't think that's wrong. The Potions course does need a more rigorous approach!"

Before they knew it, they had reached the auditorium.

The smell of lunch came from the door.

"Gawain, are you really not going to Hagrid's hut with us this afternoon? I think he will be happy to see you." Harry said with some regret.

"Sorry, I have made an appointment with Hermione to go to the library. I want to check some information to prepare for the paper assigned by Professor Snape.

Maybe next time? "

Gawain pursed his lips with a napkin, said goodbye and left.

He wanted to visit the Owlery before joining Hermione in the library, and he actually lied about the purpose of going to the library.

"Coup in Albania...resurrected zombies...hopefully I'm just nervous."

Gawain thought and vowed that he must learn the "flame blazing" spell as soon as possible.

ps1: The reference for the potion class comes from the content in the Philosopher's Stone. The missing scale for making potions comes from the sixth part. "He quickly put the juice into his crucible, and the potion immediately turned into the light snow-green color mentioned in the book." , this shows that the production of potions is not rigorous enough to specify the number of grams or milliliters.

ps2: Finally finished all the courses in the first week... Now comes the part that has been brewing for a long time. . There is no need to explain the course content in such detail. . Thanks to Merlin for his big pants.

ps3: You spend too much money, really. For those who reward you today, I will attach a single chapter after this chapter.

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