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Harry carefully dropped the mercury in the glass tube into the boiling cauldron slowly. Two silver droplets of the highly toxic metal scrambled to fall like two beans falling into the cauldron. The bubbles devoured.The moment they blended, the liquid in the pot changed from khaki yellow to metallic silver, and the bubbles gradually disappeared. It was as peaceful and gentle as moonlight.

"Okay, now you can inhale." Snape, who was standing beside Harry, estimated the time and removed the protective spell on Harry, "This is the most critical and dangerous step for this potion. Mercury at room temperature Vaporizes, take it very carefully, the protection spell cannot be withdrawn, and you have to hold your breath. Unless you want to go to St. Mungo's for the healers to share your careless story for their after-dinner snack. He reiterated the danger of mercury once again, and cast the Health Check Charm on Harry, and the green light that came back made his nervousness disappear more than half like a receding tide.

"The next step is to wait for 15 minutes, then stir five times in a counterclockwise circle, wait for another half an hour, turn off the fire and let it stand for three hours." After Harry took a deep breath of air, he recalled the steps Snape told him, the only thing in the air was The bitter, moss-like smell of the brewed potion continued to emanate, but I hope this smell is not poisonous.

"That's right. It seems that you are much more talented than most people, and you'll be fine after just teaching it once." Snape was not stingy with his compliments. He stared at Harry and stretched out his hand when he turned his head. Pulling his arms over his shoulders, he lowered his head to kiss the hair hanging down his forehead.

"Don't lie to me, so I will really inflate myself." Harry couldn't help laughing, he rubbed his nose against the other's huge aquiline nose, and then pressed his slightly cold cheek, Use his body temperature to warm his ghost boyfriend who can't keep warm.

"But once I got to Potions class, I was beaten back to my original shape." Harry laughed at himself.

"You need to be self-disciplined, to concentrate when brewing the potion, and to get rid of distracting thoughts in your mind." Snape said that during this period of getting along, he easily found that Harry was easily distracted, and even the last sentence they were still talking about Discussing Defense Against the Dark Arts, he mentioned tomorrow's Quidditch training in the next sentence. ——Only he can endure such a strange divergent thinking.

"So should I learn Occlumency? It seems that I have another reason to endure Snape's private teaching." Harry sighed, he really didn't want to face that eccentric old bat, he It must be deliberately not wanting to teach him Occlumency.

"I can teach you too," Snape said.

"Ah, mercury is highly poisonous, but this is a powerful rust remover, so is it also poisonous?" Harry suddenly turned his thoughts back to the boiled potion.

"Would you like to drink rust remover?" Snape asked rhetorically.

"Indeed—but why can't we use alloyed mercury, such as sodium amalgam, an alloy of mercury, instead of this poisonous substance?" Harry asked, still confused about how potions worked, and he His little talent is useless in the above, or it can be done according to the script, let him explore the principle, it is better to give him a broom and let him catch the snitch, so that he can still feel that he does have some kind of talent, so that he will not be hit He had no motivation to read those potions books that gave him a headache.

Until now, he still admires Prince for being able to read such a profound potion book, and even read it with relish and even found out the author's mistakes.In contrast, Prince's talent in potions is simply astonishing to the point of peerless genius.If he hadn't died young, he would be a famous person on a chocolate frog card!

But in that case, it would not be him standing beside him now.

"Did you read Muggle chemistry again?" Snape knew what books he read when he heard the words that came out of Harry's mouth, "If you use your brain a little, you should know that the mercury in the amalgam is not as pure as the potion. Need and will bring impurities. The purity of the material plays a key role in brewing many reactions. As for the use of toxic materials, this is inevitable in brewing potions. Many materials are far more poisonous than mercury, and even as long as a The slightest weight of a hair can kill a person. Of course, the best way to avoid exposure to highly toxic substances is that you don't brew it, you just wait for someone else to brew it or buy a bottle directly." Snape patiently corrected Harry on his misconceptions, and he still couldn't stop his sarcasm, which seemed to have become a habit of his.

"And the motivation for you to brew potions is to pass OWLs and NEWTs? If it's just these two certificates, it's naturally quite easy and safe and non-toxic. Tailor-made for people with brains."

"Isn't the master of potions in danger all the time? He has to be in constant contact with poisonous substances, and even research poison/medicine." Harry asked suddenly.

"This is something you have to go through to study potions." Snape had no doubts about this, he was already prepared, "What's that look on your face? Professionals are not as unprepared as you are. Many potions masters know Longevity formula, so put away your pity." He frowned and stared at the emerald green eyes that seemed to feel the pain and gradually moistened and brightened-Harry felt the pain from his words, and it was really an emotional person. To the easily sympathetic Gryffindor.

But in fact, even though Snape hates the group of stupid and hopelessly stupid lions like James Potter so much in his heart, at this moment, the blood flowing through him has almost been replaced with honey water, and the sweetness is exuding from his pores. taste.

"I just suddenly felt that you are not bad now, at least those harmful substances can't hurt you." Harry said his thoughts honestly, "I know this idea is not good, but—"

"But now you're going to stir your potion." Snape raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he grabbed Harry's hand and led him to hold the stirring rod and stir it counterclockwise five times in the silver extremely smooth potion , and then the potion turned into peacock green, with metallic glitter in it, this color is so beautiful, it's hard to imagine that it's just a pot of rust remover.

Harry blinked, staring intently at the pot of brilliantly colored potion that was exactly as described in the book.

He said with emotion, "Prince, you will make me like brewing potions." Just looking at this pot of intoxicating malachite green, he has already forgotten the highly poisonous ingredients added during the brewing.

"Looks like I'm a good teacher." Snape let go of that hand, and he watched as Harry started packing away the cooking tools and tidying up the cooking table.

"You're the best." Harry threw the potion-soaked stirring rod into the cleaning pool, turned his head and kissed the corner of Snape's mouth, "I've thought more than once that if you were my Potions professor, what would you do?" How nice." He bowed his head and picked up the open potion book, writing down the main points learned this time to hide his flushed cheeks.

Snape narrowed his eyes and stared at the white nape of Harry's neck that was exposed when he lowered his head. Under the light, it was as if he could smell the milky fragrance softly, and if he looked down, he could still see the remains that he left on it last night. Imprints that haven't faded.

If he had a wand they would be able to practice combat, Snape licked his dry lips dissatisfied, but his lips, where time had stopped, were not as dry as he'd imagined.

They could read books together, though, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was a good excuse, and Harry wouldn't say no to him.