Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Everyone be quiet." As soon as Snape walked in, he frowned and looked at all the little wizards. What did they look like being noisy?

"I hope there won't be any... stupid... selfish... and dull guy who still misses Halloween..." Snape said every word, causing the little wizards sitting there to lower their heads and dare not speak.

"Mane, hide it quickly..." Carlos also quickly covered Mane who emerged from the collar. Ever since he tasted the bowl of fish soup last night, his excitement has not ended.

It made Carlos a little doubtful whether he should take him to see a wizard psychiatrist?

No, it should be Xiu Xiu Psychiatry?

"Mr. Emmanuel, I hope it's not because you haven't been frightened into a fool by your Halloween experience..."

"Because we already have enough stick-wielding fools in our classrooms..."

Snape's voice made Carlos tremble. He nodded quickly and stopped talking, but looked at Snape intently.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly: "Five points from Hufflepuff."

However, his attack had no effect on Carlos. As a Hufflepuff score predator, Carlos was extremely lucky that his classmates were all so gentle and kind... Ahem, Ernie, take your Put down the stone in your hand.

"Okay, listen carefully. The content of our course today is..." Snape coughed lightly and started his lecture. In this dark, dark, airless room, pm2.5 .[-] started his own teaching in a small room that exceeded the standard.

Snape's teaching style was very distinctive, just like that of Professor Binns of the History of Magic. However, one of them spoke so fast that his quill could not keep up, while the other spoke every word so fast it was like a lullaby.

Soon, Snape's teaching was over, and then he erased all the words with a flick of his wand, not caring whether the students had written down what was on the blackboard.

"Mane, have you memorized your part?" Carlos had no choice but to kick Mane, who was lying under the table, and the two of them agreed to take notes separately.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Mane shook his head, and then closed the notebook with handwriting like a swarm of demons dancing.

"What do you mean you are just a Niffler..." Carlos became a little angry after hearing Mane's words: "You were born to be a Niffler, are you willing to be an ordinary Niffler all your life?"

"Woo." Mane nodded, looking very willing.

"No, no, no...learning to write is just..." Before Carlos could finish explaining to Mane, he felt a shadow coming towards him.

"Mr. Emmanuel, maybe you should shut up. After all, I think... no wizard can make potions with his mouth."

Listening to Snape's deep voice, Carlos nodded quickly and hurriedly picked up the cauldron.

But as soon as he brought the crucible up, Carlos quickly covered the pot with his hands.

Oops, I was busy studying the slime yesterday and forgot to clean the pot.

Carlos quickly raised his head and looked at Snape, but he only saw murderous intent in Snape's eyes.

Just like Xiu Xiu who saw the treasure.

"Mr. Emmanuel, what did you do with your cauldron?"

Snape's tone was calm, and he didn't seem to have any special reaction, but it was such a calm tone that made Carlos feel scared.

"I didn't do much, I just made a potion." Carlos said with a laugh. After all, from a certain point of view, the strange cooking last night can be regarded as a kind of potion making.

"Hmph." Snape snorted coldly: "It's best that way."

He didn't seem to want to waste any more words with Carlos. He gently waved his wand to clean up all the residue on the cauldron, and then told Hufflepuff in a low voice that they had been deducted five points again.

"That's too bad!" Carlos muttered, picking up the potion ingredients on the table, and then started refining the potion according to the content in the book.

During the process of making the potion, Carlos felt a little strange. For a few moments, he felt like he was cooking aconite, datura, and a few ounces of sunflower powder. …

Why do I feel that making developing potions is becoming more and more similar to cooking?

It would be nice if he had some meat on hand... Carlos looked at the potion getting thicker and thicker in the crucible, and the light blue "soup base" made him want to add some ingredients to it.

"Mr. Emmanuel, are you waiting for your potion to jump into the potion bottle?" Snape seemed to have caught Carlos alone. He stood behind Carlos and led him away.

And he would sarcastically say something to Carlos from time to time, as if... he was enjoying it.

"No...Professor." Carlos happened to remember the question he was thinking about last night. He shook his head and looked at Snape and said, "I was thinking about whether magical animals can be used as ingredients for potions?"

"..." Snape was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect Carlos to be thinking about this kind of problem. At this time, he fell into the same feeling as McGonagall in the first Transfiguration class.

What is this guy thinking about?

"What, are you finally going to abandon that damn Niffler?" Snape's eyes were lowered, and his displeasure was almost written on his face.

"No, no, no... I'm really curious." Carlos quickly explained: "When I was reading a book yesterday, I discovered that the venom of the Billywig bug can be used to make potions, so I..."

"Magical animals can be used as ingredients for potions." Snape interrupted Carlos: "But there are only a few kinds, and that doesn't include sniffers."

Carlos was stunned for a moment, then he nodded slightly.

"Thank you Professor."

"Disrupting class order will result in a five-point deduction."

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A Potions class ended quickly, but the doubts in Carlos's heart were not solved at all. What Professor Snape said... So is tarpon considered a potion ingredient?

Carlos was just a little skeptical. What if what he researched last night... was actually just a magic potion by accident?

Then wouldn’t it look silly for me to be happy for a long time...

But the potion book in his hand didn't record it in such detail... Carlos shook his head slightly. If it didn't work, just ask a senior to borrow it. There was a senior named Cedric who was quite friendly.

While Carlos was walking in the corridor thinking wildly, Snape also met an uninvited guest in his office.

"Good afternoon, Snape." Rozier opened the office door and sat opposite Snape.

"What's the matter?" Snape raised his head and glanced at Rozier, then curled his lips. Snape would not give him a good look at this guy who stole his position.

And it's also mysterious and looks suspicious...

If Dumbledore hadn't trusted him...

"That's right, Snape." Rozier interrupted Snape's thoughts.

"I have a question about potions that I would like to ask you."

Rozier's words seemed more respectful, which made Snape nod slightly: "Go on, I'm still very busy."

"This question is very simple..." Rozier considered the sentence and said: "Can the eight-eyed spider be used as a potion material?"

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