This Hogwarts is not normal

Deep in the gloomy and damp dungeon, there is a small gray room.

It was barely illuminated by outside light, and the lights inside were not very bright.

From the first second Harry walked in, he knew he was wrong, and very wrong.

Against Vincent and Ron?

fart!

Those long and narrow black eyes were clearly coming towards him.

After sitting down anxiously, he was about to open the textbook, but he looked up desperately.

The shivering Harry made Vincent frown.

After staring at it for a while, Snape picked up the roster on the podium.

"Harry Potter."

Ron quickly elbowed him.

"Ah—here!"

"Oh, yes." Snape stepped off the podium and said in a low voice, "This is our newcomer—a well-known figure." Seven

He glanced coldly at the roster in his hand, "Vincent Wayne."

"arrive."

"Ron Weasley."

"To!"

After the roll call, his voice was slightly higher, "You are here to learn this precise and rigorous discipline."

Stepping up to the students, he said, "Since there's no foolish wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic.

I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance,

You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magic that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—

But it has to be that you are not one of the slobbery idiots I often meet. "

After a brief opening remark, Snape stopped suddenly in front of Harry's desk.

"Potter!

What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion? "

Harry looked towards Ron beside him as if asking for help.

However, even if he was not stunned, the other party might not be able to help him.

"I don't know, Professor."

Even though Hermione and Vincent raised their hands a little too much, Snape never averted his eyes.

He curled his lips contemptuously, "Tsk tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Facing such a fiery gaze, Harry could only lower his head.

"Let's try again, Potter!

If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it? "

Vincent moved his butt, and immediately raised his right hand higher than Hermione.

But doing so is also futile.

"Professor, I don't know."

"I suppose you haven't read a single book before term started, Potter?"

Harry, who forced himself to look up, noticed that Snape's face had grown colder.

"Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venomous aconite?"

Vincent, who was ignored again and again, suddenly figured it out.

This oily old bat professor didn't deliberately target Harry because of the little golden retriever!

To avenge the ex-boss?

If that's the case, there's no need for him to confront Quirrell at all.

Look at Hermione, she has stood up and tiptoed, about to reach the ceiling of this dungeon, Snape still has no idea of ​​answering.

He just stared straight at the green eyes in front of him, waiting impatiently for the answer.

"I don't know," Harry's voice suddenly increased, "Professor, why don't you ask Vincent and Hermione, they must all know the answer."

"Pfft-"

Draco and his two younger brothers didn't smile, but several of the Slytherins laughed blatantly.

Even though no one in Gryffindor laughed, Snape's eyes swept over one by one.

"Sit down!" he snapped at Hermione, before staring at Harry again.

"Let me tell you, Potter.

Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill, namely, a dose of water of death.

Coprolites are stones taken from the stomachs of goats and are extremely detoxifying.

As for the boat-shaped aconitum and chamaejasma aconitum, they are the same plant, collectively referred to as aconitum.

do you understand?Why don't you write these down? "

The students in the classroom had just written a few words on the parchment when Snape's extremely indifferent voice sounded again.

"Potter, Gryffindor will deduct 10 points for contradicting the teacher."

Just when the little lions thought that the matter would end like this, he turned his head to look at Hermione who was taking notes seriously.

"Granger ignores classroom discipline, and another 5 points will be deducted."

Vincent was not calm anymore.

The old bat didn't forget to get back to where it was yesterday after targeting Harry.

He didn't need to raise his head to know that the other party was watching him.

Snape didn't look away until the students had finished taking notes.

"Two people, follow the steps in the textbook to make a simple potion for boils."

His eyes lingered on Neville and Ron.

"Potter, you're with Longbottom."

Vincent was very honored to be paired with Hermione.

Probably because they knew that if these two were separated, they would not have a chance to make mistakes with anyone.

This out-of-sight, out-of-mind behavior was obviously aimed at deducting points.

Sure enough, when the potion was being made, Snape often wandered around Gryffindor.

He walked over without a sound, dragging a long black cloak, blocking most of the light with his body like a bat.

Harry and Neville were the worst affected group.

Several times they almost poured the wrong potion into the cauldron because they couldn't read the fine print on the bottle.

All the cubs have been criticized, except for the two who have made the most progress.

"Ahem——" Vincent coughed violently.

After drawing most of the attention, he held the cauldron in front of him away from the small flame below.

He waited for two or three seconds, before Snape could speak, and put the porcupine quill in his hand.

"Wayne, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, it should be that the wind was too strong yesterday, and I'm about to catch a cold."

Snape approached Vincent, who was flicking his wand, step by step.

The powerful aura emanating from his body didn't affect the liquid that started to emit pink mist at all.

It's a perfect potion,

It's so perfect there's nothing to fault.

Snape, who moved his face closer, moved his nose slightly, "Wayne, I hope you can control your mouth."

Vincent stopped stirring and turned off the fire, facing those black eyes that were so close at hand.

"Of course. After all, I can even control a broom that is out of control."

Snape's face became extremely ugly.

"Heh—" He sneered and set his eyes on the crucible that was also emitting pink mist.

The first two successful potions should be something to celebrate.

But this,

But it was made by two Gryffindor students.

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