Harry Potter's Guardian

The little animals came to the Potions classroom next to the cellar early. Harry and Ron sat in the first row in the middle. Of course Ron protested, but it was unsuccessful.

The classroom door was slammed open, and Snape walked in quickly, his black robe billowing behind him.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but every word was caught.

"Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blur... 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 Just the kind of dumbass fools I've come across all the time."

The deep and charming voice like a cello made Harry immersed in it for a long time and couldn't get back to his senses.

Snape saw Harry's bewildered eyes, and seemed to be slipping away, "Well, Potter, it seems that your potions are good, so you can think about other things in class."

Harry was a little aggrieved, and before he had time to explain, Snape asked the question.

"Then let me test Mr. Potter, who thinks he has learned well. What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"A piece of life and death water, sir, strong sleeping pills."

"Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"The stomach of a cow has a very good detoxification function."

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

"They are all the same thing, collectively called aconite."

Snape pursed his lips, a little unexpected, but after thinking about the advanced transfiguration, he took it for granted. "Very well, Slytheringa ten."

"Professor, I belong to both Slytherin and Gryffindor." Harry looked at the Potions professor stubbornly, with the momentum that he must give points to Gryffindor to be satisfied.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." Snape was a little helpless, looking into those stubborn eyes, reminding him of the soft mass lying on his chest last night, which made him unable to refuse.

The other critters were also stunned, it is said that Snape never gave Gryffindor points, but Harry did.

Draco looked at the smug boy in surprise, Draco knew how much Snape didn't like Gryffindor, and this boy was an oddball, a cross between a lion and a snake.With the bravery of a lion and the shrewdness of a snake.It's scary, isn't it? Thinking of what my father said, it seems like I'm going to make friends with this savior.

"Oh, Harry, you're amazing!" Ron couldn't help making a loud noise.

Harry knew something was wrong as soon as he heard it, and seeing Snape's slightly raised mouth, this feeling of something bad became more and more solid.

"Mr. Weasley, make a lot of noise, two points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Well, although the points were awarded to both houses, wouldn't it be better to deduct points from Gryffindor? Thinking of this Nep felt a little pleased.

Harry rubbed his forehead helplessly, my Snake Yard Dean is really, "Every penny counts".

Snape waved his wand at the blackboard, and a few lines appeared, "This is the scabies potion we're going to make for this lesson."

The students below looked at Snape with wide eyes.

"What are you still looking at me for, don't you know how to read?" Snape said calmly, making the students tremble with fear.

One by one, they started making potions.

Harry deftly crushed the snake's fangs.

The skillful technique made Snape look sideways, and Snape felt that Harry brought him more and more surprises.

If Harry had known what Snape was thinking, he would have said, oh, Professor, it's not all thanks to you for being so skilled.

Harry had been locked up countless times. If Neville had been locked up so many times, his skills would have been so good.

There was a loud bang, letting Harry know that Neville's cauldron must have exploded.

Looking back, it turned out that the crucible fragments had penetrated Neville's body, and the harmful liquid splashed on him, forming a thick red sore.Neville was so overwhelmed with terror that he couldn't stop crying.

"Stop crying, Longbottom! Five points deducted from Gryffindor!" Snape was furious, and came to clean up.

Longbottom was too frightened by Snape's aura to cry anymore.

"Make the potion yourself, and I'll send Longbottom to the medical wing." After speaking, he walked out of the classroom with Neville.

After Snape left, Draco began to taunt: "Oh, Longbottom, crying little girl."

Harry frowned, but said nothing, fiddling with the slug in his hand.

Ron on the side was unhappy: "Malfoy! You are the kid who only knows his father!"

Malfoy smirked and walked towards Harry and the others, "Oh? Pure-blood traitor, which brother of yours wore the robe you are wearing?"

Angrily, Ron drew out his wand, "Malfoy, I'm going to curse you."

Malfoy also took out his wand, facing Ron.

When Harry saw it, he stood between the two of them, and just about to say something, he was called out, "Ten points for classroom brawl, Gryffindor, Slytherin!"

"That's not fair, Professor!" Ron retorted immediately.

"Gryffindor, another five points will be deducted for contradicting the professor."

Harry was helpless again, why Ron always hit the gun.

"In addition, Weasley, Potter, Malfoy, tonight at 07:30, go to the cellar to receive confinement tasks."

Weasley had a gloomy look on his face, and Malfoy's face softened slightly, as if he was a little happy. This scene was noticed by Harry.

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In the evening, Harry didn't go to the restaurant for dinner, but went back to the cellar.

Snape was sitting at the table eating his steak gracefully.

"Professor, don't mind if I have dinner with you."

Snape glanced at him, said nothing, and continued eating his steak.

Harry sat across from Snape, and called the house-elf: "Please give me a steak and milk, thank you."

The house-elf kept banging his head on the table excitedly: "Oh! Mr. Potter, say please to Bobo! Oh, the great Mr. Potter."

Snape frowned, "Bobo, I order you, stop immediately!"

"Yes, sir. Popo, this is dinner for the great Mr. Potter."

After a while, dinner arrived.Harry ate quietly.

There was nothing in the cellar except the sound of knives and forks being cut.

An awkward atmosphere surrounded the two of them, both of them were thinking about what happened last night, those warm and somewhat ambiguous things.

Harry took the initiative to break the silent atmosphere: "Uh, professor, I don't know, what is the content of our confinement."

"Forbidden Forest."

Really cherish words like gold, Forbidden Forest?Could it be that the death of the unicorn occurred so early?Is it because the harm caused by touching Quirrell that day affected Voldemort's soul?

Harry bit his lip, a habit Harry had developed when thinking about things.

"Professor, the Forbidden Forest is so dangerous, what are we going to do in the Forbidden Forest?"

Snape didn't hide anything, Harry would know sooner or later anyway, "A unicorn died in the Forbidden Forest."

Harry bit his lower lip again, sure enough...

Harry didn't ask any more questions, letting Snape know that Harry must know what the unicorn's death meant.

After this conversation, the cellar fell silent again.