Hogwarts players never admit defeat

The next Potions class was with Slytherin.

Exactly what Senior Moore from Hufflepuff said, Potions class is extremely painful.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the stupid fools I often encounter."

Professor Snape's voice and the environment of the Potions classroom gave Chengzhenle the feeling of being in a haunted house.

But I have to say, this feels super cool.

It's not real in the game anyway. Who would refuse to listen to a wonderful potions lesson taught by a bat-like NPC in this environment?

Cheng Zhenle couldn’t refuse anyway.

Professor Snape's opening remarks ended as quickly as expected.

"Potter!"

The black-haired, seemingly malnourished savior whose name was called by the professor stood up in confusion.

“What would happen if you added narcissus bulb powder to the absinthe stem liquid?”

Harry obviously had no idea that Cheng Zhenle, who was sitting far behind, could completely imagine Harry's confused expression at this moment.

So Harry had to accept the 'taunting' that hit his face.

Before Harry finished the first question, Snape raised one corner of his mouth and continued to ask Harry questions.

As expected, Harry didn't answer any of the questions.

The buck-toothed curly-haired girl from their college was eager to answer the question as if she wanted to put her hand in Professor Snape's mouth.

But Professor Snape ignored her and singled out the classmate who had used half a pound of hairspray on his platinum hair before sorting.

And that classmate is a Slytherin.

Cheng Zhenle used his good eyesight in the game to guarantee that Professor Snape and this Hairspray boy must know each other.

After all, Professor Snape glanced at Hairspray Boy a few times when he was talking about what was excellent and what he could achieve in his opening remarks.

Fortunately, this Potions lesson is not purely theoretical.

Harry's ordeal of being questioned was over after all.

Professor Snape divided everyone into teams of two and began to instruct them on brewing a simple potion to treat scabies.

Cheng Zhenle's partner is his roommate Ryder, the black-haired classmate with a bit of yellow hair who comes from a Muggle family.

"Leo, please, I don't understand what the hell is written in the book."

While Snape was observing the others in front, Ryder whispered to Cheng Zhenle.

Cheng Zhenle nodded happily.

I don't know why, but after reading this textbook, he felt that he knew how to make this potion.

He put down the knife and looked silently at the slugs that he had cut into exactly the same size as the textbook required.

It's really amazing that he can do this without the help of slashes.

You know, he is very good at cutting potato slices.

The next step is to grind the venomous snake's teeth into powder, which is not technical.

Looking at the crucible in front of him, a strange intuition suddenly appeared, and he felt as if he had grasped something.

Professor Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom. Whenever someone did something strange, he would spit out his venom like a poisonous snake, criticizing people so much that they wanted to crawl into the ground.

Although Chengzhenle thought it was bearable, his partner Ryder's hands that polished the snake's teeth trembled every time Professor Snape passed by.

In the end everyone was 'rescued'.

The two people who looked familiar must be Harry's roommates. The cauldron burned a big hole, and the potion became corrosive. After the pot was overturned, one of the slightly fat classmates had scabies on his arms and legs.

After this classmate was sent away, Harry's classmate nearby once again attracted all the hatred of Professor Snape.

T is extremely stable.

Time passed little by little, and with the unbearable expressions of most people, the Potions class ended slowly.

After handing in the scabies potion as the homework for this class, Ryder pulled Cheng Zhenle and quickly escaped from the Potions classroom.

Outside the classroom, his roommates were already waiting there.

"Daniel, do you think Professor Snape has a personal grudge against your idol?"

As soon as Cheng Zhenle was pulled over, she heard the confused voice of his curly-haired, dark-skinned roommate Ross.

"I don't know either. I suspect that Snape is simply targeting our Gryffindors, and Harry is the most famous Gryffindor in our generation!"

The more Daniel spoke, the more confident he became, "I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall and ask her to deduct points from Slytherin, especially Malfoy."

"Will Professor McGonagall listen to you?"

"...It seems not."

So Daniel waved his hand and motioned for his roommates to come closer and began to conspire quietly.

"That……"

"No, because..."

"I think……"

"No, no, that..."

"...Slytherin..."

Listening to these very naive 'means', Cheng Zhenle tapped his temple. He wanted to verify one thing.

The game interface opened, and he found that.

After seeing it, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, he said that he didn't have that talent.

Now that he was relieved, he also joined the team that was quietly plotting.

"I think it's okay..."

On the game box that has not yet been closed, [Talent: Omniscient Medicine] is shining brightly.