A sharp Hogwarts

After nearly a week of studying, everyone knew that Hermione and Dahlia would compete in class.

But no one expected that Dalia would stand up from her seat in order to answer the question - this was absolutely amazing!

Hermione looked as if she was suffocating to death. She wanted to stand up, but Dalia beat her to it again!

Compared to Dalia who was standing, Hermione's raised arms looked so helpless and inconspicuous.

Now, almost everyone turned their heads and looked at Dalia blankly.

Except...Professor Snape.

Snape seemed not to notice the movement next to him.

He waited quietly for Harry's answer, not even moving his eyes towards Dahlia.

Harry whispered, forcing himself not to look away.

"I don't know, sir."

"What a shame - obviously fame alone isn't everything -"

Snape said softly, "Really, Mr. Potter?"

"Obviously, Dahlia and Hermione know the answer."

Harry took a deep breath, his voice returned to normal, and he spoke tit-for-tat.

"It would be a real pity that you didn't let them answer, Professor Snape."

A few students laughed out loud.Harry caught Seamus' gaze, and Seamus gave him an admiring look.

Snape's face quickly darkened. Of course, he was very unhappy now.

"Quiet--"

He stared at Harry, remained silent for a few seconds, and then quickly walked off the stage.

"Put your hands down, you silly girl. And you, sit down!"

Snape walked quickly past Dahlia and Hermione's table and scolded them impatiently.

Hermione's hand that was still shaking was retracted like an electric shock. She hesitated for a few seconds and tugged on Dalia's sleeve under the table.

"Dalia, sit down quickly..."

Hermione glanced at Snape's gloomy expression and whispered.

However, Dalia did not sit down, she seemed to be petrified by a spell.

She continued to stand there, frowning, looking thoughtfully at Snape who once again ignored her.

why--

This is so strange-

That night she noticed that Snape seemed to be avoiding her sight.

It's so weird, Snape can even look Harry in the eyes, but he can't look directly at her? !

Is there another story between Snape and Petunia? !

Wait...could it be...that's weird...

Gala-

Just as Dalia began to think about all kinds of strange love stories, the sound of a chair being dragged brought her back to reality.

Snape walked straight to Harry's desk, pulled out a chair and sat down, staring into Harry's eyes.

"Let me tell you, Pott--artichoke powder added..."

"Lily, France...Lily."

At this moment, Dalia's voice suddenly broke in.

At this moment, Snape finally couldn't ignore her. Snape turned his head suddenly and shouted angrily.

"What are you talking about? Silly girl! Don't, interrupt, professor—"

"Cardoon, also known as French lily, Pombo lily and Maria lily, is a common crop in Europe and has the reputation of the king of vegetables."

Dalia quickly said, "French lily and valerian soup boiled together can produce a soothing and sleep-aiding effect. If processed through the magic potion process, this basic soup effect should be further strengthened to form a powerful sleeping magic Medicine - it is briefly mentioned in "Magic Decoctions and Potions", but the brewing process is not detailed."

"...continue." Snape's furious mood suddenly stopped, and he snorted coldly, as if he was being temporarily suppressed by a volcano.

"Basic spices (Mirepoix), this is the name in French cuisine, and the word Aromatics is used in the textbook."

Dalia continued, giving Harry a reassuring look not far away.

In fact, this is a very famous ingredient in Europe, equivalent to ginger, onion, and garlic in Chinese cooking.

And its purpose is the same as the onion, ginger, and garlic in Chinese food, which is to let the flavor run through the ingredients from beginning to end.The biggest difficulty in Snape's assessment is that when he describes these words, he does not use the British pronunciation in the textbook, but uses the more famous and more standard international names.

"According to cooking needs, cut onions, celery, and carrots into cubes of the same size, and mix them together in a ratio of 2:1:1 to create Mirepoix."

"As for potatoes, sun yams, potatoes... they are the same plant, just because they have different names in different regions."

Dahlia finished speaking quickly and looked at Snape nervously, ready to face deductions and difficulties at any time.

There was a silence in the dark underground classroom.

Snape stared at Dahlia expressionlessly, and after a long time, his lips moved.

"So……"

"Why don't you write this down?!"

He moved his eyes away from Dalia's face, looked around at the students, stood up and walked quickly back to his podium.

The air in the classroom began to flow again, and there was a rustle of quills and parchment.

Amid the commotion, Snape's eyes moved between Harry and Dahlia for a moment.

"Gryffindor, because your classmate contradicted the teacher, your house will be deducted... ten points!"

"Ten points?!" Hermione opened her eyes wide and rolled her eyes at Dalia complainingly.

And Harry also looked a little annoyed.

However, Dalia didn't have any anxiety.

It's just ten points, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, just a lot of points.

Even if Snape was deducted one semester, it would not be as many points as Dumbledore's 5 minutes of behind-the-scenes manipulation.

…………

Potions class continued, but the situation of the Gryffindor students did not improve.

Snape divided everyone into teams of two and instructed everyone to prepare a strange-sounding magical decoction ingredient.

The description in the textbook is a magic decoction that can repel cold and heat.

At the beginning, Dalia didn't understand what kind of magical decoction this was.

After all, from a conventional perspective, you can never make food that is both warm and cold.

On the other hand, the introduction of supplementary materials on Snape's blackboard is also very impressive...

Most of the young wizards took notes cautiously, while carefully handling the mysterious and terrifying materials as required.

The pure white intestines of a white swan, the skinned legs of a giant African frog, the black ears growing on the dead wood after the rain, the calf's aorta closest to the heart...

Well……

Wait, wait a minute? !

Dalia looked at the ingredients on the workbench and her brows couldn't help but jump up and down several times.

these things……

Goose intestines, bullfrog legs, fungus, bezoar throat... plus...

Dalia turned her head and looked at Snape with a strange expression as he dragged his long black cloak around the classroom.

Snape was handing out the scarlet potion decoction one by one, instructing them on how to activate the potion in the crucible, and waiting for the next instructions.

The red decoction is rolling in the crucible, and the air is filled with a spicy, choking, and extremely mellow and long-lasting aroma.

Well, very pure and tempting... red soup hot pot aroma! ?

Dalia glanced at the "auxiliary materials" on the chopping board, and then at the "magic potion" clot that was melting in the cauldron.

Well, she finally understood why Potions class was extended to cover lunch time.

Not surprisingly...

"Now, everyone pick up the colander and follow the steps on the blackboard -"

Snape stood on the podium, looked around at the young wizards, and tapped the blackboard behind him expressionlessly.

"Strictly follow the above steps and time, one person handles it, another person tastes it. After recording, switch roles and record again."

"Oh--"

A series of swallowing sounds sounded in the classroom.

Because it is cross-feeding, it is particularly important for the two to cooperate.

As the steaming, crispy and delicious goose intestines fell into their mouths, their mouths and noses were filled with spicy and fresh aroma.

A warm current fell from their throats and quickly spread around them. The chill in the underground classroom was instantly dissipated, and the sultry heat also quickly dissipated with the sweat on their foreheads and backs, turning into a special feeling. The pleasant feeling - this is the hotpot potion.

I see……

Dalia carefully savored the strange warmth and spiciness blooming from the tip of her tongue.

This reaction is obviously faster than normal hot pot, and the spiciness is milder, but the stimulation and effects are more than twice as strong.

On the other side, Hermione was completely convinced this time.

Dalia may not be good at other dishes, but her hot pot cooking skills are definitely not inferior to those of a full professor.

Snape only glanced at Dalia's scalding technique and the ingredients she had handled, and then stopped paying attention to her and Hermione.

He began to walk around the classroom, correcting the little wizards' "scalding" skills and judging their cutting techniques.

Almost all the students were criticized, except Malfoy - but Malfoy's situation was not good either.

Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were assigned to the same group. Pansy was good at potions and quickly cooked many delicious dishes.

It's a pity that Malfoy obviously can't eat spicy food. After eating a few forkfuls, his pale face turned red and his light eyes became watery. It was obvious that he must have been severely spicy - of course, this kind of The situation is limited to Slytherin House students.

Everyone in Gryffindor House had a great time eating. The only regret was that they were also scolded all the time.

"Mr. Weasley, please read the fourth row -"

"After breaking up the fish and mincing it, squeeze it into a ball, put it into the crucible one by one with a spoon, and let it sit for 3 minutes..."

Ron's heart sank suddenly and he opened his mouth without making a sound.

He missed this point and stirred it vigorously in the pot with a spoon as soon as he threw it away.

"Oh, so you know how to read? Weasley——"

Snape pursed his lips tightly and flicked the silver spoon left and right in the cauldron a few times.

Glancing at the fine minced fish balls and meat floating on the surface of the red soup, Snape's voice was laced with murderous intent.

"Eat them all! Do it again - if I find out that you still make such a stupid mistake that even a troll wouldn't make -"

wow——

A plume of hot white smoke suddenly rose from the underground classroom, accompanied by a loud hissing sound.

Neville somehow spilled the boiling liquid from Seamus' cauldron.

During the follow-up remediation, the two clumsily knocked over the crucible again, which became serious.

Now, all the spicy oil in the crucible was poured onto the ground.

The hot oil quickly spread over the shoes of the surrounding students, and everyone screamed and quickly stood on the stools.

When the cauldron was knocked over, Neville was soaked in hot spicy oil. There were burns all over his arms and legs, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, drew out his magic knife and swung it down, instantly clearing all the hot oil on the ground.

"I think you just dumped the whole plate of giant frogs in there without even defrosting or dismantling it, right?!"

Snape glanced at the empty giant frog basin and felt his anger begin to rise.

These Gryffindors, he specifically chose hotpot as the opening and there was a problem!

Neville burst into tears, raised his hands covered with red oil, wiped his eyes sadly, and then...

"Stupid! Stupid!"

The veins at Snape's temples bulged.

He roughly knocked Neville's raised hand away, turned to Seamus and snapped.

"Your course is over. Now send him to the hospital above. Don't let his damn paws touch his eyes. Do you understand?!"

Then, he walked around Harry and Ron, occasionally raising his head to glance at Dahlia not far away.

He had to admit that if Potter's cub was half as smart as Lily's niece, he wouldn't be so worried.

When Snape discovered for the third time that Harry had taken the goose intestines out of the pot early, he finally couldn't help but explode.

"Po Te! Does your 1 minute only have 30 seconds?!"

Snape narrowed his eyes and said viciously in Harry's confused and frightened eyes.

"If you have plenty of time, you should pay more attention to the students around you, for example, remind them not to pour a large number of giant frogs directly into the hot oil."

"Gryffindor lost another five points because of your stupid arrogance!"

"But, Professor Snape, the best way to get off the frog is obviously in the cold pot -"

Dalia looked at poor Harry and was about to retort when Hermione suddenly kicked her behind the cauldron.

"Yellowthroat is healed——"

She raised her throat and blocked Dalia's mouth, whispering.

"I heard that Professor Snape is very unreasonable, so you have to be very unreasonable when you speak."

“Hot, hot, hot, hot—hot!”

"Ah, sorry."

Cold pot...

This is something that only third graders start to consider.

Snape's eyes flickered and he glanced at Dalia, who was complaining about Hermione.

It seemed that this child's talent in potions was even better than he imagined.