Hogwarts Wandering Wizard

After a brief tidying up, the freshmen rushed to the door of the Potions classroom on the basement floor.

Over the past week, the freshmen have basically become familiar with the professors who teach the compulsory courses for first and second grade students, and know their personalities and taboos in class. The only one left is Professor Snape, who has never taken a class. Judging from the information given by the senior students so far, everything in Snape's class is taboo.

No whispering, no mistakes, no questions, no...

And according to senior students, Professor Snape has the worst attitude towards Gryffindor among all professors. He often seizes on trivial matters and deducts students' scores. The reason why Gryffindor's score is at the bottom every year is because of Snape's troubles.

Therefore, for such a teacher who has spread countless terrifying legends, all the freshmen stood in front of the Potions classroom and shivered in fear. Gryffindor's score had just suffered a heavy blow, and they could no longer afford to lose points.

"I heard Fred tell me the day before yesterday that before school started, did Snape say he wanted to trouble you during class?"

Lee Jordan took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and approached Eric, asking him in a low voice: "Are you ready?"

Eric shook his head. How could he have bothered to read a book these days? He just glanced at the book.

After a while, the Slytherin freshmen who lived underground also came to the door of the Potions classroom with their schoolbags in their arms. The two houses stared at each other and saw that the time was almost up before pushing aside. Opened the classroom door and walked in.

The Potions classroom is arranged in pairs sitting next to each other. There is a stove placed on top of each desk. There is also a test tube rack on the table, which contains many washed test tubes. There is no sunlight coming in. Only the light of candles flickered in the room. Various glass jars were placed along the wall in the shadows, with various animal specimens soaked in them. Eric felt that the back of his clothes was being pulled by someone. Looking back, I saw Aria and Claire, who looked nervous and scared.

Speechless and shaking his head, Eric looked at the layout of the Potions classroom. It was so ridiculous that he felt a familiar feeling. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly recalled the same atmosphere when he took biochemistry classes in junior high and high school.

When the students all sat down and the clock finally reached the 9:30 position, Severus Snape walked into the classroom at the right time, and the wooden door closed with a bang.

Professor Snape picked up the stack of rosters on the podium and called the names of the students one by one, even the absent Weasley twins.

When Eric's name was called, he paused, and his black eyes stared at him emotionlessly.

"Eric Foley, the new generation of troublemaker in Gryffindor, has already caused so many things in less than a week after entering school. He is far worse than your father."

Snape looked at him expressionlessly for three seconds, then continued to take the roll call, then threw the roster under the podium, stared at his cold and empty eyes, and scanned the faces of all the students in the classroom one by one. Pass.

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of potion preparation." His voice was not loud, but every student could hear it, and he heard it very clearly, just like Professor McGonagall. , Snape exuded a powerful intimidation from the inside out, making the atmosphere and order in the classroom orderly: "Since there is no silly waving of wands here, many of you will not believe that this is magic. . I don’t expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out bursts of fragrance. I don’t expect you to understand the wonder of the liquid flowing into people’s blood vessels, which makes people’s hearts wander and their wills blur. Magic...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 the lengthy opening remarks, the two colleges were silent. Jordan took advantage of Snape turning his back to them to get something, nudged Eric with his elbow, and asked: "Do you understand what he said? What happened?"

Eric didn't move, and his lips moved slightly: "Probably~"

"Eric Foley." Snape quickly turned around and pointed his finger at him: "Answer me, what kind of potions did I mention in that paragraph just now!"

Eric stood up, staring calmly into Snape's eyes, his eyes unfocused. Snape's words quickly circulated through his brain again, and the first-level potions skill quickly fed him the answer. : "Four types, Professor."

"Be specific." Snape's eyes were as empty as his.

"Slowly simmering, white smoke, bursts of fragrance, this brewing method prepares a soothing potion, the effect is to calm and soothe the user's irritability and anxiety. When it flows into the blood vessels, the heart is wandering, the will is blurred, and there are Two products fit this description, the Love Potion and the Confusion Potion. No, it should be said to be the Confusion Potion. As for the last one, it should be said that it is the legendary alchemical artifact, the Philosopher's Stone, which has also been translated into magic by today's people. A magical alchemical creation of stone.”

Eric quickly said the answer that came to his mind and looked at Snape who was expressionless across from him.

Expressions of admiration suddenly appeared on the faces of the surrounding students, and their eyes were also fixed on Snape, wanting to see if Eric's answer was correct.

"Wrong answer, two points from Gryffindor." Snape ruthlessly broke everyone's expectations. When the Slytherin students were about to show sneers on their faces, he continued: "In potions In , there are four kinds of potions that can cause the second state, namely the love potion, the confusion potion, the bewildering potion and the first-time drink of Bafei's brain-refreshing potion. You only answered two of them, and you Like most fools, they mistakenly confuse confusion and confusion."

"So, professor, didn't Eric get all the other answers right?" Lee Jordan, who was next to him, raised his hand and said doubtfully, "Then why do you still deduct points from him?"

Snape's eyes turned to Li Jordan, who was speaking, and stared at him coldly until Li Jordan's body trembled as if he had caught a cold, and then he continued to speak coldly: "Interrupting the teacher's speech in class is not disciplined. If you speak without permission, 3 points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

Jordan immediately shut his mouth and practiced invisibility in the dark classroom.

"Mr. Foley, tell me what will happen if you add water to the ambrosia and eat it."

Looking back at Eric's face again, Snape started the unfinished conversation with him last Sunday.

"Professor, before asking this question, we need to determine whether the so-called consumption is excessive. If we only talk about the toxicity of herbs without talking about the dosage and method, it is completely a rogue behavior. If excessive amounts of untreated ambrosia are added directly Drinking it from water will speed up a person's heart rate and stimulate cells in the human cerebral cortex. In severe cases, it can cause people to fall into hallucinations, convulsions, coma, and even death."

Snape's expression, standing in front of the classroom, finally changed, as if he wanted to show a mocking look, but Eric sped up his speech and continued: "But in the ancient country in the far East, since a thousand years ago, there have been There are three ways to use ambrosia. The alchemists at that time, also known as alchemists, made ambrosia into powder or pills for people to take to cure epilepsy and mania. At the same time, some people also discovered that as long as the ambrosia is passed through Burning it to absorb the smell of smoke can achieve good results in treating asthma, so I analyzed that there should be burned ambrosia in the wine you took last Sunday."

As if feeling the tit-for-tat between the two, the students from the two colleges in the classroom did not dare to breathe, and their eyes turned back and forth between the two standing students and the teacher.

Lee Jordan, who was sitting next to Eric, was even more stiff and tense. A drop of sweat dripped from the root of his hair and streaked across his cheek.

"That's right, one point for Gryffindor."

After a long confrontation, Snape narrowed his eyes and glared at Eric. He looked at the students around him who were gasping for air as he finished speaking. He knocked on the table angrily: "Why are you still sitting there? Why don’t you write this all down?”

Pressing down on Eric with his left hand, Snape said to him with a sullen face: "It seems that you are not a complete idiot, but in school, I will keep a close eye on you."

After leaving a meaningless sentence, Snape started the first Potions lesson.