A certain Hogwarts wizard

The basement of Hogwarts.

Cornette walked to Professor Snape's office, straightened his messy clothes, and then knocked on the door.

"Come in." Snape's emotionless tone came from the door.

Cornett took a deep breath. He didn't know why Snape was looking for him. As a Ravenclaw student, he had no relationship with Gryffindor, even if he was with Harry on the train. If they had crossed paths with Potter, it wouldn't be something that Snape would keep in mind, right?

Cornette didn't think any more, he pushed open the wooden door of the office and walked in.

A strong herbal smell hit his nostrils, and Cornette sniffed, identifying the ingredients in the smell.

However, with his relatively shallow theoretical knowledge, he couldn't tell what specific materials there were.

Inside the room, Snape was sitting at his work table, stirring a boiling cauldron.

Seeing Cornette come in, he didn't raise his head, and an inaudible voice came out of his mouth, "Stand over and look carefully."

Cornette raised his eyebrows, walked slowly to the table, stood respectfully, and studied Snape's movements carefully.

"Where did you see the contents of "Magic Potions and Potions" and "A Thousand Magic Herbs and Mushrooms"?" Professor Snape suddenly asked.

"I have read most of the content before the start of school, but I only have a certain understanding of the basics." Cornette replied.

"What does Horklap Juice do?" Snape asked.

Hearing this, Cornette was stunned for a moment, realizing that Snape was testing his mastery of theoretical knowledge. He quickly replied, "Hokrapp juice is a substance extracted from Hocklapp. It Can be used to make healing potions and herbicides."

"Aradillo bile."

"Aradillo bile is bile secreted by armadillos. It is a potion ingredient that can be used to make intelligence enhancers."

"What do sleepy beans do?"

"The sleepy bean is a pearly white shriveled bean. Drinking its silvery juice directly will cause amnesia. It can also be used to make living hell decoction. When processing, the sleepy bean needs to be cut into slices and the juice squeezed out."

"It's useless to memorize it by rote." Snape raised his head and glanced at Cornett contemptuously, and then said, "Using the side of a silver dagger to squeeze the beans is a simpler and more effective way to obtain their juice."

After Snape asked Cornett a few questions, he continued to brew the potion. After a while, he said, "I remember that your White family's potion talent is pretty good. Your theoretical knowledge is improving." I can barely handle the basic potions. When you have nothing to do in the future, come over and help me process some materials."

Snape's slightly cold tone contained a hint of insignificant concern.

This made Cornette suddenly wonder if the Snape in front of him was disguised with a rejuvenation potion. After all, in his impression, Professor Snape, who had always been vicious and cold-tongued, was not like this!

The image of someone holding Snape's greasy hair, throwing it into the rejuvenation potion, and drinking it as if he was dead flashed through Cornett's mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

There shouldn't be any warrior who would dare to commit suicide like this, right?

But what was with Snape's slightly caring tone?This doesn't fit in with his old bat persona!

Cornette had a complicated expression. He couldn't figure out what was so attractive about him. He was not Harry Potter, and he didn't have a pair of green eyes. He secretly took a look at Snape's black pupils. Could it be that he Is it because my eyes are the same as his?This is impossible!

Snape waited for a long time but didn't hear Cornit's reply. He stared at Cornit with his cold and empty eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically, "What? Mr. White doesn't have confidence in himself? He's still helping." Do you think you're as stupid as a troll when it comes to my handling of materials?"

This tastes right!

Konite hurriedly shook his head after hearing this. Having a potion master personally teach him was something that many people dreamed of.

He said respectfully, "This is my honor! I wonder when you usually have time, professor? I will come over and help you after I finish my studies."

Snape returned to his expressionless and indifferent look, "Every Saturday from two o'clock in the afternoon until curfew, I will have dinner delivered by the house elf."

"Okay, Professor." Cornette bowed sincerely.

Snape nodded slightly and finished the potion in the cauldron.

Cornit looked curiously, and saw that the boiling crucible was slowly returning to calm, and a strong smell of magic potion spread in the air. After taking a sip, Cornit felt that his fatigue from the day was relieved.

"Do you understand what kind of potion this is?" Snape asked.

Cornette looked at the potion in the crucible in front of him and said uncertainly, "Vitality tonic? It can make the drinker full of energy."

Snape put the potion in the cauldron into a clear glass bottle and threw one to Cornette.

"It's not stupid. Take it. Take this as your reward. Come here on time. Now you can leave." Snape cleared the work table on his own.

Cornette hesitated for a moment. He didn't understand why Snape called him here for no reason, with a kind of care that he couldn't understand, and finally gave him a bottle of vitality tonic.

But in the end he bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

When Cornette turned to leave, Snape raised his head and stared at Cornette's back. A trace of nostalgia and a trace of sadness flashed through Snape's deep and dark pupils.

A figure whose appearance was unclear appeared in his mind, but with silver-white hair, it seemed to have an inexplicable relationship with Cornit.

Snape leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and recalled the days when he was a young student at Hogwarts.

After he was sorted into Slytherin, his relationship with Lily was affected to a certain extent over time, and James Potter, the Gryffindor at the time, and his bastard friends also kept looking for him. Trouble.

On a certain full-moon night, he was almost killed by that bastard Sirius. If a senior Gryffindor hadn't appeared in time... Snape shook his head, pursed his lips and stopped going. Think about what happened back then.

Snape himself knew that his achievements in potions were not only due to his extraordinary talent, but also because of the help of one person. Even if that person was a Gryffindor, that was still the case. Apart from Lily, Snape was the only Gryffindor he didn't hate.

Cornette walked out of Snape's office. He was a little overwhelmed by what happened today. He couldn't figure out why Snape had such unreasonable and inexplicable care for him. He was not Harry dressed as a woman.

It has to be said that Snape's operation today directly confused Cornette.

Cornit looked helpless. He put the vitality tonic in his hand into the traceless stretch bag he carried and put it away. He looked back at the closed wooden door and shrugged.

Cornit decided not to worry about all that. He still had to seize the opportunity for private tutoring from the Potion Master. As for whether Snape might have any conspiracy, Cornit thought for a moment and put it behind him. He had nothing worthy of Snape. Something planned by Pu.

"But I still need to write a letter and ask my grandfather about what happened today to see if he knows anything." Cornette thought.

Cornette left the basement and walked towards the Ravenclaw lounge.