[HP] Guardian

When the students returned to school after the holiday, he would also start the pitiful punishment in the cellar. Sure enough, after lunch, McGonagall informed him that except for astronomy class and Quidditch training, he would be reported in the cellar for the rest of the night.

So after dinner that day, he bid farewell to his friends and went to the cellar alone.

"...Professor" Harry knocked on the door of Snape's office before school started, so he was the only one who was punished tonight.

"I think Mr. Potter's handling of potions is still a bit lacking, so... let's skin the slugs." This is the material for tomorrow's fifth grade potions class, Snape said in a straight voice.Skinning a slug should be one of the last punishments a student would want to do, because the tactile sensation would be too much to eat.

For Harry, he was a frequent visitor to labor services when he was a student, and dealing with potions was a common thing, although he hadn't done it for a long time... He squatted in a corner and tried one or two, and gradually regained his sense of familiarity, It was really disgusting, he stuck out his tongue, grabbed the slippery little thing, peeled off the whole skin and threw it aside.

Snape squinted while correcting the paper, while observing the little troll with a troubled face.Generally speaking, Snape would not allow students under the third grade to handle potions, because it would only waste his own materials. He also asked Harry to handle potions as a test. He still remembered that during the first grade exam, the little troll was proficient The method of operation surprised him.The little troll is not as talented as the Weasley twins, nor has he been exposed to preschool education like Draco, nor is he even copying books like Granger.In Snape's eyes, his usual production is to pass the test without being picked.He'd always thought the first-year exams were an accident, but now... Snape thought there was something wrong.

Snape began to recall how he looked when he saw the little troll for the first time. A group of trolls walked into the auditorium looking around and chirping. He saw this little green-eyed troll at a glance. Eyes like Lily.He had been sizing up the little giant monster at the school-opening banquet, and watched the Sorting Hat tangled for a long time, and finally sent him to Gryffindor. He was as relieved as Dumbledore. Although he felt a little disappointed, he Knowing that Dumbledore would not let his savior enter Slytherin anyway, but it is also possible to let him deduct points as much as he likes.He looked sharply at the little monster, but he didn't expect that when their eyes met, he not only didn't avoid it, but also smiled like that...Damn it...

…He had been listening to the professors talking a lot during the first week of school, saying that the little troll was polite and serious about studying, not like old Potter but like Lily.But...to his surprise, he wasn't like old Potter, and he wasn't like Lily, although those green eyes...that smile...made him tremble, but this little troll unexpectedly resembled the old bee, the old bee was He is the worst at rejecting people, that's why he chose to ignore them repeatedly, until last year's thank you broke all his preparations... He should have continued to hate, but he found that he could clearly distinguish the little troll from the old Potter Dumbledore told him a lot at the end of that semester, nothing more than that this child surprised him, saying that he had a personality like Lily, and he scoffed at it...

And this semester made him even more certain that this little troll was an out-and-out stupid lion!Impulsive and arrogant!The brain is full of Achnatherum splendens!Catch the dead monsters!Stupid lion!If he didn't find out or went a little late, this stupid lion would play himself to death.

"Potter" Snape became more and more angry, he can now be sure that this little troll is hiding, Dumbledore hinted that he was worried about the situation of this little troll, he guessed what Dumbledore had noticed, what exactly was this little troll Something to hide worried the old bee.

"...Don't let me find out that you go to the Chamber of Secrets again, your labor service for this semester is already full, if you want to continue next semester..." Snape said pointedly.

"But professor... Basilisk is a rare potion ingredient, I can't handle it, it's a pity to watch him go to waste like this..." Harry blinked his innocent green eyes.No potion master would be willing to lose rare potion ingredients, and he was met with stares when he said that.

"The Chamber of Secrets can only be opened in Parseltongue. If the professor needs it, I can help." Harry smiled gently and harmlessly, knowing that Snape would agree.

"From next time on, this is the content of your labor service." Snape bowed his head and continued to correct the homework of a group of little trolls, all of whom were brains covered with achnatherum, he cursed a few words in a low voice, facing the incomprehensible Thesis is marked with a "D".

Astronomy class was on Wednesday night, so Harry came down to the cellar on Thursday, still holding the Invisibility Cloak.Snape glanced at it without saying anything, took a box of processing tools and shrunk it into his pocket, and walked out of the cellar as usual.

"What are you, a boy, sneaking into the girls' bathroom!" Myrtle sat by the window and turned her head to see a man in a black robe entering the bathroom. She was terrified and screamed.

"Sorry Myrtle, we have something we want you to keep secret..." Harry lifted off the invisibility cloak, said gently, and grabbed Snape who was about to take out his wand.

"Oh...it's you...Okay! Okay! Dating, I understand..." Myrtle felt the contract of the heir to the castle. Harry winked and didn't let her go on. Myrtle jumped into the chat with a happy smile. toilet.

"Sorry! She's kinda..." Harry explained, walking to the sink and saying [open] in Parseltongue.

"50 years ago, Riddle opened the Chamber of Secrets and released the basilisk, and Myrtle was the only victim. Oh! Riddle is Voldemort, he claims to be the heir of Slytherin, he rejects half-bloods, Muggles, all because of him He is also a half-breed, and he hates his Muggle father." Harry told this shocking secret in a flat tone.Snape was very surprised. No one among the Death Eaters had ever doubted the Dark Lord's blood. If they knew that he was a half-blood, at least most of the pure-blood nobles would weigh their own interests.

"Go down," said Harry, and jumped down the drain, followed by Snape.The tunnel was damp and dirty, and Harry used the Illuminating Charm to walk ahead.

"Be careful!" There were animal bones in a mess in the tunnel, and the ground was very slippery. Harry told him to be careful, but Snape lowered his eyes and looked at the little figure in front of him without replying.They walked into the secret room in silence. Last time Snape didn't take a good look at the room in order to rescue people. Now, when he took a closer look, the room was full of Slytherin style.

Snape took out the toolbox and restored it to its original state and placed it in the ground. The potion used to treat the basilisk's skin was the same as the potion used to treat dragon skin. It was a highly corrosive potion and needed to be taken with dragon leather gloves. Harry realized that Pulling up his gloves, he took an antiseptic knife and long tweezers to help, but Snape didn't stop him. He took the potion and carefully dripped it on the snake's scales, while Harry separated the skin and flesh little by little. The two cooperated very tacitly.

After the labor service, except for Snape's business, the two basically spent in the secret room.It took almost a month for the basilisk to be completely dismembered.

"Professor, can you give me some scales, bones and snake nerves?" One of the snake fangs and some snake blood and snake venom had been stored in the Room of Requirement by him, and he couldn't steal the rest from Snape's nose. All I could do was ask him.Snape didn't ask him what he was going to do, just took a look at him and continued with what he was doing. Harry knew that he agreed, so he happily took out his storage jar to divide the materials.

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at the thing in his hand. It was such a top-quality white crystal vessel. He opened his mouth and finally didn't ask anything. This little troll is too cunning, he can't ask what he doesn't want to say .Harry had no idea what his professor was thinking, and was just glad he had finally found something useful, at least not without food.As for the white crystal vessel that Snape guessed, even though he asked Creaver to dig up his former owner's collection, Harry was not ignorant of the goods, on the contrary, he wanted it because he thought this set of storage was good.When he officially joined Hogwarts to teach defense, the defense against the dark arts he knew was not just defense against spells. He had learned about potions, alchemy, spells, ancient magic, inscriptions, curses, magic circles, White magic, black magic, healing and more.Although there are some things he is good at and some things he is not good at, he can tell them at a glance. Even if there is something he doesn't understand, he knows where to find it. What's more, alchemy is his favorite thing besides spells and ancient magic. The subjects he is good at, except for time alchemy, he has basically tried all alchemy.But because he wasn't overly guarded against Snape's heart, he didn't think about these details at all, and he didn't realize that he had revealed a lot of things at all.

Harry didn't need many materials, so he just divided them into two parts, and left the rest for Snape to study.The more Harry and Snape got in touch, the more powerful he became, the real master!He has come into contact with many potion masters later, but there are very few people who are as talented and dedicated as he is.His youngest son, Al, was a rare child in the Potter family who had a talent for potions. Unfortunately, after he succeeded the head of the Potter family, he commercialized potions like Muggles, and because of this, he encountered criticism from potionists.Al actually likes potions very much, but the child has a strong sense of responsibility, and he shoulders the responsibility of being a father that should be his own.

"Okay...thank you Professor" If Snape had been alive then, he would have liked Al that smart Slytherin.Unlike him... who is always called a stupid lion.

Since there was no Lockhart's Bird of Paradise, Harry happily missed that wonderful confession. The next semester's defense class will be replaced by several professors in turn. With Hermione, a top student, Harry didn't know how busy he was.

After Haierbo's body was dismembered, his labor service continued. He was located in the cellar and helped Snape process various materials. As long as he found any unqualified ones, he would be scolded.Because he hired the cellar for the entire school year, other students were punished in Potions class, basically brushing the cauldron and copying the rules, and sometimes they were handed over to Filch for handling too many people.

The medicine list from the medical wing was delivered that day, Snape was busy with his research, he glanced at the little troll who was still squeezing the juice for the leech, and threw the medicine list to him.

"I know you can do it." Harry took a look at the list, and they were all common potions. He cleaned up his hands without saying a word, took a cauldron from the side and set it up, and went to brew the refreshing potion.

Seven refreshments, fresh mint, golden pila grass, sweet white hair root, velvet flower essence, a drop of snake bile.Knead the fresh mint into balls, chop the golden pila grass, and crush the sweet white hair root, put it into the pot, stir clockwise twelve times, turn down the heat to boil, add a drop of snake bile, stir counterclockwise ten times, boil, Turn off the heat, add two drops of velvet flower essence, let it cool, and bottle it.

Snape took a look at his potion, it was light yellow and had a sweet scent, it would have been the best in his class.

"In future Potions classes, if the potions you make are of lower quality than this, just wait until they fail." Snape handed him the test tube, completely ignoring the pleading little troll and letting you pretend!Keep pretending!He actually didn't understand why this little giant was hiding his clumsiness, and he didn't know who he was guarding against by doing those mysterious things?But it was always revealed, it really was the brain of a giant monster covered with achnatherum splendens.

Harry went to get the ingredients for making cough potions with a broken face. Now that the course is simple, he can still maintain this quality. If the potion is complicated, he will cry. He really doesn't have this talent...

The potion in the medical wing was finished, and he started to work for Snape to make some advanced potions, and then he was scolded even worse, the black old bat was wandering around him, the method of cutting the medicine was wrong, the old bat could put He scolded so much that he wanted to chop off his hand, the quality of the potion was not good enough, and the old bat couldn't even look at it, so he asked him to redo it. Now he feels that his body smells like the old bat, and there is no way he can make it smell like potion. Hermione helped find another girl to borrow a hair tie, and as long as he was around the old bat, he tied his messy hair behind his head, just like his scars gradually faded after Voldemort's death, and he didn't like those hair gels. Tie up your hair.In fact, he even wanted to take off his glasses. The smoke in the cauldron often made him have to cast a spell on the glasses, but forget it. He didn't want to ask the old bat for materials to make myopia.

Come April, the Easter break finally allows him to sleep in.After getting up and having breakfast in the auditorium, the second-year students had to choose their courses, and the entire Gryffindor table was noisy and questioned each other.

Percy came over to inquire responsibly. After thinking about it, Harry was actually very confused. He had participated in both Auror and Quidditch professional players. He didn't want to experience that kind of life again. At a glance, if they are still alive, I don't want to be a professor.He thought about it. After he and Ginny divorced, Hermione suggested that he go out for a walk, and then he ventured around for a long time. If it wasn't for the letter from McGonagall, he didn't think he would have come back.Even though he worked at Hogwarts later, he still kept the habit of going out every year during his holidays. Taking risks is a lot of fun, and he accumulated a lot of knowledge and experience at that time, but his writing is so-so, otherwise he would have been able to Has a better chance of becoming a best-selling adventure novelist than Bird of Paradise.

Select courses!Hmm...except for divination, he doesn't want to listen to those nagging prophecies anymore, the ancient magic text class is quite unpopular, he really intends to learn about it systematically, but he doesn't know how this professor teaches, protecting magical creatures, his old friend professor I'm in the third grade, so I have to support it.

After a short vacation, this Quidditch started smoothly. The weather was fine that day. Thinking back to his college competitions, there were problems every year, and there were problems every game. This time, the match with Hufflepuff finally made him happy. It flew.

After entering the summer, the mandrake can finally be harvested. Harry has never brewed this potion, and the old bat didn’t let him do it, but let him process the materials by the side, watching the old bat’s smooth production method, Harry I have to admire that the master is the master.

"Oh! It's so beautiful!" Harry sighed sincerely, and looked at the person who was staring at him with a smile. Snape turned his head away first.

"I don't expect you to have such a good appreciation." Although he felt that the troll's mind could not appreciate the art of potion, he still accepted the little troll's admiration generously.

After the people in the medical wing woke up, Dumbledore held a dinner party to celebrate, but the exam was not cancelled, and he was still busy preparing for the exam. The old bat saw that he needed refreshing potions to stay awake, and finally announced the labor The service was over, though Harry thought he was afraid he'd blow up his cellar...

But good news, after a semester of miserable labor service, the old bat finally found out and gave him an "O".Harry cheerfully ranked first in the grade together with Hermione, and a certain peacock almost lost its hair in anger.

So the ordinary semester ended like this, and he seemed very relieved to board the express train to Hogwarts once again.

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The first and second grades have not changed much according to the original book, and passed quickly, just to help the friends revisit the experience, and to prepare for the future deception...