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Concentrating on something can really make people forget about the surrounding existence, even the dark old bat.

Harry concentrated on stirring the potions in the cauldron according to the instructions on the blackboard, turning them from gray-green to moonlight white. He applied pressure carefully, and it all went so smoothly that a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He saw the transformation of the potion, which almost instantly turned into the color described on the blackboard. He took away the stirring rod, and turned down the flame under the crucible. Gradually, the potion calmed down, from boiling quietly to occasionally bursting into flames. A bubble, when it exploded, it exudes a faint sweet smell-Harry remembered that there was a similar taste in the material he had just processed, the color-changing sage, which had a sweet and salty taste similar to nuts, Like a cup of hot cocoa after a workout.

If you really want to drink this potion, should you still accept it?As Harry thought this, he froze suddenly.

"It seems that the miraculous textbook has helped you a lot. Let me think about how that stupid Slughorn praised you—Potion Nova?" Snape sneered, his deep voice was very close, Almost right next to Harry's ear.

This is impossible!They were half a head taller.Harry felt stabbed again at the thought, but soon his blood froze as he saw Snape's hand holding his wand around behind him and extinguishing it with a flick of the flame at the bottom of the cauldron. .

Now it has indeed come to the step of standing still, and then just wait for a quarter of an hour, and the potion will be ready.

Harry tried to shake off his strange feeling as he turned and took a sideways step back.

"Professor, I'm done." He looked at Snape, but unfortunately he couldn't see through that expressionless face, and he only prayed that the old bastard didn't suddenly bend like his initials.

Why does he still have to think about the old bat's sexuality, since he was still complaining about it last semester, no one will take a liking to this old bastard!

In addition, how did this old bastard know about his textbook? He just mentioned the prince. Could it be that he cast some monitoring spell in the Potions classroom? ——How is it possible, hasn't the old bat already fulfilled his wish to become the professor of Defense of the Black Cube?

"I don't think Hogwarts forbids students from obtaining knowledge from other places." He had a cold face, and didn't take Snape's ridicule at all. There was no difference between learning from textbooks and learning from the textbooks of the Half-Blood Prince. I think he did the right thing!Who says they can only learn knowledge from textbooks?

"You haven't finished yet, you still have 13 minutes to wait to drink the potion you made, let's see if you have followed the steps to complete your confinement, if you didn't poison yourself, you can only Saying you're hopeless is salvageable," said Snape, his voice as soft as the wind from the abyss, blowing across Harry's face and stiffening him from the neck up.

Harry only felt hatred and a little strange, his tailbone was still a little numb, as if he had been lifted by a snake's tail, obviously he should only feel vicious and cold, but now he felt that he was split in two, Half of them were abnormally hot as if they had mutinied.

Malfoy's potion must be at work!He didn't become a gay/sexual!Even if he falls in love with a certain man, he can't be so hungry that he can't eat without food. When he sees a man, he wants to fall in love!

Just like now he didn't feel that Snape was beautiful and charming, this old bastard still hated it so much that he wanted to bite his stinky face into pieces!

Afterwards, Snape asked a few questions about silent spells in Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Harry felt that he had already mastered some of them, so he could still type them.

But the carping old bastard only sarcasm him, and he caught one of his grammatical mistakes and deducted points just like that!

Harry glared at the old bastard with a smug brow and sneered at him, and now he walked up and knocked him out with a punch so he wouldn't have to drink the bloody potion that didn't know what it would do!

If it's an obsession/love potion, he's definitely going to fuck this old bastard—wait, he won't have any physical communication with this old bastard!

Fifteen minutes later, Snape shoved an empty potion bottle into Harry's hand.

"Bottle it and drink it." The best time for this potion is to drink it while it's hot, and it's best to just take it out of the pot. As the heat dissipates, the potion's effect will gradually decrease. Cool it down and store it in the storage room The potion's efficacy is less than half of what it was when it was just out of the pot.

So this is one of the reasons why this potion is so rare in the market, and the other is the way of processing the materials. Many people use the wrong method, which makes it impossible for the potion to appear moonlight white when it is finished-this perfect color symbolizes it. utility.

Snape stared at Harry, his eyes fixed on the frizzy boy for a moment, watched him bottle the potion, then hesitantly raised his head and drank the steaming potion in one gulp.

He drank slowly, but the warm potion tasted better than any potion he had ever drunk—or it was not like a bottle of potion at all, sweet and nutty, and he vaguely felt that he had drunk it It's a cup of hot cocoa, but it's the wrong color.

"I drank it." Harry frowned, and he put down the empty potion bottle, only to feel that his stomach was unbelievably warm. gone.

So he turned around and staggered Snape and took a step towards the door, before falling precariously in the next second.

He didn't fall down, Snape quickly stretched out his hands the moment he fell, picked him up and held him in his arms.

The efficacy of the medicine is really outstanding.It seemed that Potter had really endured his 3-minute enthusiasm to flip through the textbook.

Snape picked up the unconscious boy and walked out of the potion workshop, now he could check out what Draco and his accomplice Miss Parkinson had done to his people.

The author has something to say:

It's getting shorter and shorter. I haven't figured out the name of the potion yet. Anyway, it's something like protection and blessing. Checking is another means. This is a palliative in the middle of the antidote. After all, the professor still doesn't know what potion Harry took wrongly. Yes, it is necessary to prescribe the right medicine.

Harry: If it's a love potion, I'm definitely going to fuck Snape!

Snape raised an eyebrow: You can really try it with the hole in your ass.

Harry QAQ: I'm going to complain this is definitely harassment! (But before he complained, he was led to the bat den by the collar and fucked his professor)