The Extraordinary Apothecary at Hogwarts

Sissy took out her wand and sensed the properties of the medicine as usual. After a while, her eyes widened in surprise.

The ones the professor gave her were quite different from the ones bought outside. The medicinal properties were still the same, but somehow they seemed to be more pure.

Snape gave her a meaningful look and said, "See, you still have a lot to learn. Don't think that you don't need to pursue higher pursuits if you barely reach the standard line of perfection. Potions will never end."

Sissy rubbed the medicinal herbs in her hand thoughtfully, but she couldn't tell the clues based on her level. The professor must have used some special method to process these medicinal herbs.

She nodded solemnly. She really shouldn't be complacent and not enterprising. Besides, the professor intends to cultivate, and she doesn't want to disappoint Snape.

After carefully calculating the dosage in her mind, Sissy took out her small pot and brought it into the classroom.

At this time, there were still a few minutes before the class bell rang, and Snape used the fragmented time in the office to correct some homework.

Perhaps because she didn't want to see those stupid, arrogant, and untalented little devils ahead of time, Sissy found that the professor would often step on the class bell to enter the classroom, and when the get out of class bell rang, he would leave without looking back.

But how dare the students go to class like this, they all waited in the classroom early.

"Cissy!"

Ron's sharp eyes saw Sissy as soon as she walked in the door.

Qianqian was very happy in her heart, and ran forward to say hello in small steps.It's been almost a week, and she hasn't seen a few acquaintances, so she is really excited.

"No, be careful!" Seeing her running, Ron stood up nervously and waved his hands again and again, as if he didn't want her to come.

Sissy stopped and frowned, wondering what was going on.

Harry and Ron left their seats and ran towards Sissy.

"It's too dangerous Sissy, those cauldrons and tweezers are all on the table, they are easy to scratch." Harry said seriously.

Sissy rubbed her forehead, she couldn't deny it, it's just that her image was portrayed too much, she would bleed or something...

With the outrageous level of this rumor, no one in the school would dare to touch her in the future, just like now, Harry and Ron are afraid that she will hurt the slightest, so they are very careful, wishing to move all the sharp things around to a foot away.

"I'm not so easily injured, I'm really fine." Sissy was powerless to argue.

"It's better to be careful. By the way, I heard from my brother that Snape actually asked you to go to all the potions classes in all grades. Is that true?" Ron looked at Sissy with obvious pity.

"Basically, I'll be there during the lectures." Sissy shrugged and said relaxedly.

Harry's eyes widened, "It's unbelievable, how did you survive until now, that old bat..."

Ron stepped on Harry quickly.

"I want to ask, is Professor Snape making it difficult for you on purpose? If it were me who spent a whole day in Potions class, all points from the house would be deducted." Harry always felt that Snape was right He had malicious intentions, and his gloomy eyes stared at him in fear.

"Of course, luckily it's not you." Ron agreed unceremoniously to this point.

"Take Potions class all week, from morning to night, Merlin's blush, how can you bear it!"

"Indeed, Professor McGonagall has left enough homework, but it's not as many notes as required in Potions class."

Harry was very desperate for the next class, not to mention being deducted points whenever he got the chance, and after the class was over, his right hand was basically useless.

In addition, he was worried that he would accidentally fall off the broom and break some bones because of his sore hands during Quidditch practice in the evening.

Sissy smiled awkwardly. With her injury, Harry and Ron no longer feel sorry for Professor Quirrell, but the gap between Harry and Snape may not be eliminated. After all, the professor himself hope so.

"Snape is a bit fierce, but he did teach me a lot." Sissy followed their words, "He will ask me to give a demonstration later."

Harry and Ron looked at each other. Even Ron had never heard his brothers say that Snape would let students demonstrate in class.

"You must have done a really good job!" Ron's eyes shone with envy. He didn't like Snape very much, especially because he was obviously unfair to Harry.

But Ron felt that it was unwise to completely give up the grades of a class because he didn't like the teacher, especially since his brothers had good grades, which invisibly put pressure on him.

Harry didn't think about it. He simply felt that taking Snape's Potions class was torture. From now on, he was already counting the minutes until he was released from get out of class.

At this moment, the class bell rang, and Snape came into the classroom punctually, with his robes rolled up behind him.

Ron and Harry hurried back to their seats and sat upright.

Completely different from the opening remarks of other classes, Snape perfectly explained to Sissy why Harry hated him.

"Potter!" Snape called Harry suddenly. "Tell me, what's ginger root for?"

Harry had also prepared for Snape's question, but he was still too naive to think that Snape would kindly ask him about the chapter on potions for boils.

You prepared it, but I didn't take the test. Snape has a good way of doing it. It's not easy for him to make things difficult for Harry.

Harry thought about it, and replied hesitantly: "You can make gingerbread...and ginger newt biscuits."

No way, this is the only answer he can think of now.

Snape pursed his lips and sneered mercilessly: "Tsk tsk, it seems that you only have these things in your head."

The three of Malfoy turned sideways to watch the show, covering their mouths and holding back their laughter.

Then Snape walked off the podium, stood in front of Harry, stared into Harry's eyes for a long time.

Harry tried not to look away, but to meet those cold eyes.

"Okay then, since this question is too difficult for you. Let me ask you again, what is the use of Horklap juice? This should make sense."

Then Hermione held her hands up high, trying to get Snape's attention.

But he turned sideways, completely ignoring Hermione's raised hand, which began to tremble even though poor Hermione held it up for a long time.

"Look, I'd say fame is all it takes." Snape strode back to the podium, seemingly satisfied with Harry's embarrassment.

"You never read? Ah, Pot? You can't answer any of my questions in every class."