HP Dawn Night

The next day I showed up first to the medical room instead of the restaurant.

"Honey, what's the matter with you?" Madam Pomfrey looked at me in surprise, obviously I was the first student to arrive today.

"Cold." I said in a muffled voice, and Pansy stood behind me speechlessly with folded arms.

"It's really careless," Madam Pomfrey scolded me, while bringing a bottle of cold medicine, "Drink this, and you'll be alive and kicking again before noon."

It has to be said that Madam Pomfrey's cold medicine is very effective, but unfortunately there is an annoying sequelae——

"Hahaha, Vio, you really should take a picture." Pansy stood in the hallway laughing and bent over, and I angrily tried to stop the smoke from coming out of my ears.

"I really want to see what Professor Snape's expression looks like." We walked to the Potions classroom together, and Pansy happily walked in front, not forgetting to gloat.

"Don't laugh." I covered my nose with a handkerchief, and felt my voice become a little more normal, "Otherwise I'm going to cast a curse on you." But Pan Xi laughed even more happily:

"It's no use threatening me, Vio dear," she said briskly, "or I'll tell people you've got a cold from a nap on the lawn."

"Pansy!"

That's right, that's it.

Draco and I took a nap on the grass by the lake yesterday afternoon, but tragically, by the time we woke up it was dinner time.And this morning I just woke up to find that I had a bad cold.Pansy must have been chilling by the lake—and I can't argue with that!

"Draco looks fine today, maybe you should ask Aunt Margaret for a little cold remedy," Pansy teased me.

"That's enough, Pansy." I shook my head in distress. "Do you think the steam from the Potions classroom can drown them?"

"I'm afraid not, dear Vio, unless you stick your head into the cauldron." Pansy dragged a reluctant me into the potions classroom. "Looks like we were the first two to come."

"So everyone walks in and sees my head smoking!" I yelled in protest as I made my way to the last seat.

"But if you come late, you have to walk into the classroom with a smoking head in front of everyone." Pansy sighed, seeming to be caught in the imagination with relish, "Oh, Merlin, Come to think of it, Vio, isn't that a little scarier?"

"Yes, yes," I sarcastically sarcastically, "I'd be ashamed to jump into the cauldron and drown myself."

"Oh, don't say that, or you can consider throwing everyone into the cauldron to drown." Pansy suggested "friendly".

I picked up "Magic Potions and Potions" and slapped her on the head lightly, and Pansy sat down next to me: "Seriously, I don't think you need to worry at all, no one dares to laugh at Snell in Potions class." Professor Pu's daughter, isn't she?"

I snorted, opened the book and signed my name on the title page.

"I hope Draco and the others will remember to bring us something to eat." Pansy said to himself distressedly, "Potions class will last until noon."

"Is Miss Parkinson's brain stuffed with achnatherum? Oh, how dare you steal it like a little mouse in the dean's class?" I imitated my father's tone and said to Pansy, "I hope Parkinson Madam is not stunned by beauty spells and hair potions, assuming she is still sane, she should teach Miss Parkinson a little lesson, such as—”

"—like sending a small bottle of special potion, the kind that will cause the effect that Miss Snape has now?" Pansy looked at me triumphantly.

"Pansy!" Before I could scratch her, the Potions class door was pushed open.

"Oh my God." Draco looked at my head with an exaggerated expression, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at me, "Pansy, you actually cast a curse on Vio!"

"Draco, even you—"

"Okay," Pansy said to Draco and Blaise, holding me down, "hand over the candies and pastries."

Draco dawdled and refused to open his schoolbag - don't think I didn't know he wrote yesterday just to get Aunt Narcissa to send him his favorite candy.But Blaise has already taken out several boxes of various chocolates——

"Maybe I shouldn't prepare chocolate? After all, girls are very concerned about their figure—"

"Brace, aren't these chocolates all..." Pansy looked at Blaise with an ambiguous smile.I looked around and seemed to understand something.

"They insisted on giving it to me." Blaise shrugged and smiled calmly.

"These were given to you by the Ravenclaw girls?" I wondered and counted the boxes in front of me, each of which was beautifully packaged and ingeniously shaped.

At this time, people began to enter the classroom one after another. Fortunately, Draco and Blaise blocked the view of others, and we were sitting in the last row, so no one noticed my abnormality so far.

"Do you have a love card attached?" Pansy opened one of them. "Bonjac, that looks good. Do you want it, Vio?"

I waved my hand, Blaise's hot popularity brought me a lot of shock.Blaise was only 11 years old and already fascinated half of Hogwarts.I think it's another ten years before "Brace Zabini sweeps the wizarding world with his charm" in the Daily Prophet.

"How did you do that?" Draco asked in disbelief.

Blaise spread his hands: "As long as you are not as high as some people."

"What?" Draco's ignorant expression obviously pleased Blaise, and I detected his subtext from his slightly cracked perfect smile.

"Pfft—" Pansy laughed first, "I think what Blaise means is, as long as you don't want to be so superior to Mr. Malfoy."

Draco's pale face turned pink, and he was about to speak back when the door of the dungeon was pushed open.A billowing figure in a black robe appeared in the classroom.

Father, like all teachers, picked up the roll at the beginning of class and stopped when Harry Potter's name was called.

"Oh yes," he said in a voice that was almost a whisper, but I'm sure everyone caught his every word, "Harry Potter, here's our new one - the famous figure."

Draco, Pansy, and a few other Slytherins giggled, drawing glares from several Gryffindors, including Ron Weasley.

After the father finished roll call, he looked up at the whole class.In a soft, silky tone, he said, "You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion-making." His eyes could easily be reminiscent of a starless night, or a deep Unfathomable lake.Like Professor McGonagall, Dad has the deterrent power to shut everyone up without breaking a sweat:

"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 swell and their minds blurred... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but only one thing, that is, you are not Just the kind of dumbass fools I've come across all the time."

After he finished his brief opening remarks, the whole class was so silent that even the sound of a quill pen passing through the air could be heard.

A Gryffindor girl with tousled brown hair moved almost to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seemingly trying to prove as soon as possible that she wasn't an idiot.

She looks familiar to me - if I'm not mistaken, this is the girl who helped Neville Longbottom find the toad on the Hogwarts Express.

"Potter!" Father suddenly pointed to Harry Potter, "What will I get if I add powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

I'd bet a bag of Galleons that Potter didn't understand the question.It was evident in the way he froze and the way he met Weasley's eyes.

The brown-haired girl raised her arms high into the air.

"It seems that she is eager to show her intelligence? Or did she read the book a few times?" Pansy whispered disdainfully.

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

The father twitched his lips contemptuously, deliberately ignoring the girl's raised arm.

"Let's try again, Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

"Merlin, she's about to stand up." The brown-haired girl raised her hands as high as she could without leaving her seat, and Potter lowered his head in embarrassment against the contrast:

"I don't know, sir."

Father seemed to enjoy watching Potter's jokes, and he said contentedly, "I don't think you've read a single book before term starts, have you, Potter?"

Even a fool could see that his father was making things difficult for Potter.Most little wizards flip through the book a few times before they come to school - but that's all.It was clear that Potter was not the type to bother with "Magic Potions and Potions" and "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" by heart.

"Potter, then tell me what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the chamaejasma aconitum?"

"Pansy, you're right, she really stood up!" I looked at the brown-haired girl with a smile. She stood up and stretched her arms straight to the ceiling of the basement classroom.

"I think Potter is going to die." Pansy lay on the table and laughed tremblingly.

"I don't know," Potter whispered, "but I think Hermione knows the answer, so why don't you ask her?"

"You're right again, Pansy!" Several Gryffindor students laughed, and I saw my father's expression, of course he was very upset.

"Sit down," he yelled at the girl named Hermione, who sat down disappointedly, "Miss Snape, maybe you can tell Mr. Potter what the answer is?"

When my father's eyes met my head, I'm sure his expression contorted.

"Narcissus root and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill, that is, a dose of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. Aconite and wolf Poisonous aconitum is the same plant, and it is collectively called aconitum." I immediately stood up and gave the answer quickly.

"Five for Slytherin. Got it? Why don't you write it all down?" There was a sudden rustling of quills and parchment in the classroom.Draco turned to me amidst the noise and said:

"Nice job, Vio."

"Don't worry, no one will look up at you," Pansy told me.

"I guess Gryffindor's doom has only just begun," I replied.

The Potions class continues, and today our task is to mix and make a simple potion for scabies in pairs.

"Let me help you prepare the ingredients." The Slytherin students quickly formed their own group and began to brew the potion. I set up the cauldron, and Pansy began to weigh the dried nettles and crush the snake's fangs.The father dragged his signature long black robes around the classroom, and almost every Gryffindor student was reprimanded by him.

"It's not that hard, is it?" Pansy helped me put the dried nettles in the pot, and we switched shifts, and she continued to watch the pot while I steamed the tentacled slugs.

"Of course." Father yelled at a Gryffindor boy, our potion had started to bubble perfectly, and according to the instructions in the book, there would be a small amount of steam before long.

"I think that's a bit disgusting." Pansy looked at the slug with disgust, and I smiled:

"Just don't think about it."

Almost every student in the classroom was scolded, and only a few survived.Father walked past Pansy and me and leaned down to inspect our cauldron.

"That's right," he said with satisfaction, while writing down a few notes, "It seems that you have obtained the potion advantage of the Watson family."

"And Snape's, Father." I whispered to my father as Pansy bent down and pretended to check the flames.He coughed uncomfortably, stepped aside and continued to scold Gryffindor, but I'm sure there was a slight smile on his lips.

"You don't get along very well, do you?" Pansy said to me, getting up.

"We all need a little break-in time." I stirred the potion, and Pansy put his arm around my shoulder: "Don't worry, honey, it will be fine."

"Of course." I turned my head and winked at her.

Our scabies potion is going well so far, and the steam is exactly as described in the book.

"Give me the snake fang powder, Pansy." I took a small plate of powder from her, poured it into the cauldron, and stirred it with a spoon while Pansy looked at our results with satisfaction:

"Must get an O, no?"

Father was showing everyone how perfectly Draco cooked slugs, and at the same time, a thick, acidic green smoke burst out from the dungeon, accompanied by a loud hissing sound, and I was scared Almost dropped the spoon into the cauldron - Neville Longbottom had somehow burned his partner's cauldron into a crooked mass, spilled the potion on the flagstone floor, and burned the shoes of several people around Hole.

Within seconds, the entire class was on their chairs.

Before I could reach for my wand, Pansy pulled me back a bit first:

"It looks dangerous."

We were far away, so we were in a safe area, but Monty was not so lucky. holes, but those brand new shoes must be ruined.

"Looks like he put the porcupine quills in on fire." I looked at Longbottom sympathetically, he was soaked in the potion, his face, arms and legs were covered with red scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot!" growled my father, sweeping the potion off the floor with a wave of his wand. "I suppose you put the porcupine quill in without taking the pot off the heat, didn't you?"

Pansy looked at me admiringly.

"Don't look at me like that, if you've been helping out in Mom's lab for as long as you can remember, you'd be too."

"Take him to the infirmary!" my father snapped at Longbottom's partner.He then turned on Potter and Weasley - who happened to be next to Longbottom: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to put in the porcupine quills? You thought he made a mistake and showed you, okay?" ? Gryffindor lost another point for you."

I guessed from the look on his father's face that Potter was trying to defend himself, but Weasley kicked him behind the pot.

"Vio, compared with Professor Snape, your poisonous tongue is too weak." Pansy said to me in adoring tone.

"How big is the difference?" I asked.

Pansy said without thinking, "It's like the difference between basilisk venom and slug mucus."

I:"……"

"Excuse me, Miss Snape, Miss Parkinson," said a weak voice from my left.I turned to look, and it was Millicent Burst.

"Hello, Miss Burst." I greeted her.In fact, after a few days of getting along, I found that I don't hate this black-haired, brown-eyed, taciturn girl, at least she knows how to advance and retreat.

Now Beads had a little sweat on the tip of her nose, and her hands were also dirty, which made her look not very good.

"Trouble making potions?" Pansy folded her hands and watched coldly, while Burst nodded in embarrassment.Her partner should be Greengrass. At this time, she was standing by the cauldron in a little embarrassment. It was obvious that she had instructed Bostrode to come.

"What's the problem?" After weighing it, I still asked Burst.Pansy poked me in the dark and I ignored her.

"Our potion has very little steam, and it's different from what's described in the book. It's intermittent." Berstrom doesn't seem to be good at potions. After listening to her stumbling description, I asked:

"Have you added fang powder?"

"Yes."

"You could try adding a few drops of boiled slug juice," I suggested, "and if that doesn't work, you'll have to start over—I guess you didn't chop up the dried nettles?"

"But the book doesn't say that it should be chopped up." Burst pointed to the words in the textbook and retorted.

"It's a little trick." I looked at her with raised eyebrows and said curtly.

"Okay, thank you, Miss Snape." She nodded to me hastily, and returned to Greenglass.

"Why did you tell them?" Pansy said reproachfully, as soon as Burstrode was gone.

"Oh, it's just for long-term consideration. There are two reasons." I explained with a smile, "First, it's not bad for us to win over Bulstrode;

"True, but they might get an O for it!" Pansy said bitterly.

"No, on the contrary, no." I added slugs to the cauldron one after another, "With Greengrass' character...Pancy, just wait and see."

Pansy gave me a surprised look as our potion was already a pleasant lake green.

"Is that all right?"

"No." I threw another sprig of hellebore into the pot.Pansy didn't have time to stop me, so she could only watch it quickly mixed into the pot of potion.

"Vio!"

"Trust me, Pansy, a dangerous but clever attempt." I blinked and stirred the potion counterclockwise three times.At this time, the lake green in the pot has deepened a little, and has a pale luster.

"I forgot to tell you, your ears are no longer smoking." Pan Xi pursed her lips and looked at the potion, and expressed her appreciation after a moment, "It looks very good."

"Of course, pass me a bottle, please?" I took a crystal bottle from Pansy, and at this time Draco was almost finished, and he made the standard scabies potion easily, but the steam was V-shaped Rising.

"What's that?" He frowned at my potion.

"You didn't use a little trick alone." I smiled at him proudly, "You added half a teaspoon of puffer eyes, didn't you?"

"Smart." He nodded.

Draco and I went forward and handed the finished scabies potion to my father.

Father first picked up Draco's potion, opened it and observed it for a while, then nodded with satisfaction: "Although I have explained some theoretical knowledge to you, I have to say that you have done a good job." Then he picked up the pen Write an O on the roster.

"Thank you, Godfather." Draco thanked me contentedly, mouthed "good luck" to me, and went back to pack his things.

My father picked up my crystal bottle. He frowned for a few seconds, then held it up to the light source and observed it carefully for a moment.

I was beating a drum in my heart.The Scabies Potion is one of the most basic potions, but it is also the inspiration for many enhanced potions.Hellebore extract is the raw material for making emollients, and the sun-dried hellebore is added here for an added calming effect.While I'm happy with it, I don't know if my father would appreciate such cleverness.

"Stupid but successful attempt. If another student did it, I'd give him a D or a T." My father put it down and said to me, "but now it seems that your mother taught you well."

"I wonder if you are satisfied," I said bravely.

My father stared at me for a few seconds before he said slowly, "Of course."

I laughed happily: "That's great."

There was a twitch in the muscles of my father's face in what I believe was a fleeting smile.Then he wrote an O on the paper.

"I said half of my talent for potions came from Snape." I whispered to my father, and quickly slipped back to my seat when he wasn't looking.

"How?" Pansy asked anxiously.

I noticed that my father seemed to be in a daze—was it because of my words?One side answered Pansy: "A perfect O, dear Pansy, you must trust me 100% next time."

Pansy hugged me excitedly.At this time, the students handed in the completed potions one after another.

"Hey honey, watch out for the good show I told you," I said to Pansy as I packed my things.

There are not many successful people who hand in their homework.The Gryffindor girl named Hermione made the same standard potion as in the book, and Potter and Weasley's potion showed a weird gray-green color.

Just when the crowd was rushing towards the podium, no one noticed that the cauldron of Greengrass was shaking violently not far away, accompanied by dangerous creaking sounds.Bostrode had already taken a few steps back in fear. Almost instantly, I held the prepared wand and shouted "Armor and protection!" At the same moment, Greengrass' cauldron exploded suddenly, a cloudy yellow, The bubbling liquid seemed to spray in all directions, looking disgusting. Daphne Greengrass, who couldn't dodge, was doused all over her face. She screamed and tried to wipe the potion off her face with her hands.

"Don't move!" my father yelled.Fortunately, no one else was encountered except Greenglass himself.Draco, Blaise, and Pansy cast the Iron Armor Charm almost at the same time as me, and they successfully resisted the attack of the potion.

My father strode over to the residue with a livid face: "It's a self-righteous trick! You must have ground up dried nettles and added it, and you've also added an excessive amount of slug mucus."

Daphne Greengrass wept in despair, her face and hands appearing lumpy with pustules.

"Send her to the infirmary, and let Longbottom have a companion." Father used a cleaning spell to remove the potion on the ground, and said to the pale-faced Burst, "Volunteer labor, Miss Greengrass, for your self-righteousness. Slater Linga five points for excellent use of the spell. Now, bring your bottles to me and get out of here!"

Before my father sprayed the poison, the four of us had already walked out of the classroom.

"Vio, how did you know Greengrass' cauldron would explode?" Pansy looked at me, who was "predicting things like a god", with a look of disbelief.

"It's simple. I guess she won't do what I say. It's a pity that her cleverness hasn't done her any good." I said regretfully, "If she really tried my method, today At least get an E."

"It's good to shake her prestige." Pan Xi snorted disdainfully, "It's so stupid to add ingredients indiscriminately without much foundation in potions."

"If it wasn't for the mixing of the two drugs, it wouldn't have produced such a result." Blaise smiled calmly, "Unfortunately..."

"It's not Vio's fault," Draco said, "it's her own fault—"

At this moment, the sharp-eared Draco stopped, and I made a silence gesture to Blaise and Pansy who were walking behind.A clear voice came from the front:

"Cheer up, Snape's taking points off Fred and George a lot. He's so unreasonable, he's just messing with Gryffindor—"

The next second, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter unexpectedly appeared in front of us from around the corner, and four Slytherins and two Gryffindors inevitably met each other.

"You you you you..." Ron Weasley pointed at me and yelled as if he had seen a ghost.

"Please call me Miss Snape, Mr. Weasley." I sighed and said helplessly.Weasley's face flushed angrily, making his freckles more visible.

Potter tried to stop him, but Weasley had already spoken:

"What are you sneaking around here for? Evil Slytherin, and you, treacherous little viper..."

He stopped talking because all four of us had our wands pointed at him.Although Potter also quickly drew out his wand, but four against one, the strength is too great.

"I'm the little viper you're talking about, Mr. Weasley?" I shook my wand threateningly. "Want to start a fight here?"

Ron Weasley stepped back imperceptibly, and Potter stared at me and Draco warily.Apparently his subconscious regards us as the most dangerous enemy.

"Pay attention to the wording, Mr. Weasley. Also, you should call my father Professor Snape." I imitated my father's tone and whispered to him.

"No next time, Weasley and Potter." Draco reluctantly put down his wand at my signal, and then said something to Weasley viciously.

"Pure blood traitor and savior," Pansy cursed angrily under his breath.The corners of Weasley's mouth twitched, but Potter stopped him just in time to say what he might have been about to say next.

Blaise said calmly: "Come on, everyone, it's not good to delay here for too long."

"Potter, if I were you, maybe I'd restrain my friend's words and actions instead of letting it go or participating in it." I looked Potter in the eyes and said, quickly catching up with him before he felt embarrassed and uncomfortable. my companions.

"I thought you were going to have a hot fight with them," Pansy said dryly.

"I don't think it would be a good thing to exchange curses with the savior in the corridor." I sneered, "Although they were at fault first."