Hogwarts Dances with Dragons

Friday, Potions classroom.

In the cold underground classroom, glass jars for soaking specimens were placed along the wall. The contents in the jars were strange and looked a little creepy.

There is a cauldron on the teacher's desk. The magic fire is boiling under the cauldron, and white mist is floating on the cauldron, bringing a touch of warmth to the cold and damp classroom.

The teacher hasn't entered the class yet, and the students are whispering in the classroom.

"Why do we have classes here?" Ivan asked with a frown, sniffing the musty smell in the air.

"For the preservation of specimens." Hermione, who was helping Neville place the crucible, turned around and explained: "There is a particular way to preserve potion materials."

"Okay, okay..." Ivan tightened his robe: "I hope there won't be any spiders or anything crawling on me..."

As soon as the words fell, Ron looked around in horror.

With a bang, the door was pushed open.

Snape strode into the classroom, his black cloak swinging wildly, and walked all the way to the podium. He took the list and began to call the names.

"Oops..." Harry whispered, "During the dinner two days ago, I looked at him... and it seemed like he didn't like me very much."

"No, right?" Ivan comforted: "Look at his eyes, it's clearly hatred!"

Harry: "???"

Wouldn't that be worse?

"Harry Potter!" Snape called Harry's name on the podium.

"Yes, sir." Harry responded quickly, not caring about talking to Alvin.

Snape looked at Harry, his eyes paused for half a second on Ivan who was distracted next to him, and then focused on Harry's green eyes.

"Yes, that's right...Harry Potter...this is our new arrival - a famous character."

Snape's tone was scornful, mixed with an indescribable flavor, and the joy of a villain as if he had achieved his goal.

On the other side of the classroom, Malfoy and his two silly followers covered their mouths and laughed.

Snape said nothing more and continued to call the names. After the names were called, he raised his eyes to look at the students in the class. His eyes were dark and deep, without any warmth, cold and empty.

"You are here... to learn the precise science and art of potion making, but since there is no foolish waving of wands, many of you will not believe that this is magic."

"Of course... I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering crucible with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You won't truly understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the excitement and willpower. The mysterious magical power..."

Snape said, slowly clasping the front of his black robe with both hands, his voice calm and distant: "I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew honor, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not my regular Only the kind of idiots you meet are fools.”

The wonderful and short opening speech left the whole class speechless.

Snape's aura was still very strong, and he intimidated almost everyone in the class - except for Alvin, who was still distracted.

If I remember correctly, Harry's father seemed to have bullied Snape, which was mentioned in the Order of the Phoenix movie. Although it's not clear why the two had a falling out, but thinking about the phrase 'always', maybe something happened. The cause is no longer important...

"Potter! What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?"

Snape asked suddenly.

Harry was a little panicked and looked at Alvin for help. He first dismantled the carriage of the Hogwarts Express and then drove away Voldemort who had sneaked into the school. At this time, Alvin was already omnipotent in his eyes. .

Facing Harry's pleading look, Alvin shrugged.

What kind of powder or solution is there?Didn't quite hear it...

Hermione raised her hands high, and Snape didn't even look at her.

Ivan glanced at her and reminded in a low voice: "You can never wake up someone who is pretending to sleep."

Hermione looked at Harry, then at Snape, then lowered her arms.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said, desperate.

"Tsk tsk... It seems that fame - does not mean everything." Snape curled his lips contemptuously, and then he said in a good mood: "Let's try again. Potter, if I want you to find me a piece of dung Shi...where will you look for it?"

"I don't know, sir..."

"I take it you didn't read a single book before school started, right? Potter..."

Alvin raised his head, and he could hear Harry's blood flowing faster and his breathing rate increasing. It was obvious that his mood at this time did not want to look so calm.

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

"I don't know." Harry simply broke the jar and said, "The name is different, maybe the texture and taste are also different?"

Seamus and Ron couldn't help laughing, and Snape looked a little unhappy.

"Let me tell you, Potter..." He stared into Harry's eyes and spoke quickly: "Add narcissus root powder and mugwort together to prepare a powerful sleeping potion, which is a dose of water of life and death. The feces are from goats. A kind of stone was taken out from the stomach, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane, they are the same plant, and they are also collectively called Aconitum. Do you understand?"

Snape glanced around the classroom: "So, why don't you write all of this down?"

Suddenly there was a rustle of quills and parchment in the classroom. Snape crossed his arms and said slowly: "Potter, because you contradicted the teacher, Gryffindor will be deducted one point for this..."

Harry didn't say anything, and he didn't want to talk to the other person.

Ivan held the quill in his mouth, his face twisted, and then he took off the quill and wrote on the parchment: "Hmm... um... hmm - narcissus root powder - fecal stone - aconite -"

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Ah, it's okay." Ivan calmly glanced at his parchment, which looked like a dog's paw, and said, "I'm just not very literate."

His biggest weakness in English is whether he can read or write.

"..." Hermione's eyes twitched: "Copy mine later..."

"Okay, thank you." Ivan threw away the quill.

After talking about a simple potion to cure boils, Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom and asked the students to start brewing the potion in pairs.

Because of Alvin's incomplete literacy, Hermione generously brought him with him.

She took a stone pestle and put a snake tooth into a stone container like a garlic jar, and then pounded it hard: "We need to crush the snake's teeth, which are all in one piece. The grinder is occupied by that Malfoy guy." Living…"

Not hearing Alvin's reply, Hermione turned around and saw that the other party was pinching Malfoy's head and telling him to get out.

Malfoy looked at Snape as if asking for help, hoping to find someone who could support him. Snape turned around and yelled at Harry for not being precise enough, and silently said to the eldest nephew of the Lucius family. Sorry.

He was sitting next to Quirrell on the night of the banquet. Snape saw clearly how Quirrell died and could still remember it.

This kid is a dark wizard, and he's a dark wizard who can lift the Unforgivable Curse with his hand.

At least before thinking of ways to fight, Snape didn't want to provoke the other party at all.