hp Ouroboros
Chapter 109
Now that Professor Lockhart is admitted to St. Mungo's Hospital for 'some reason', and he doesn't seem to be coming back in a short time, it's a question of which professor will take over the Defense Against the Dark Arts course for almost the entire semester. It had become a hot topic of discussion after hearing from Professor McGonagall that Professor Lockhart had had an 'accident' at breakfast in the Great Hall earlier this morning.
The tragedy was revealed in the sixth grade of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw - the Defense Against the Dark Arts course was received by Snape, the most terrifying potions professor at Hogwarts - it is said that this is his dream teaching position, of course, Now he has his own wish, but I am afraid that the frightened eyes and pale faces of most of the students probably do not agree with this arrangement.
"No, if Professor Snape took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, what about Potions class?" Hermione took out the class schedule from her heavy schoolbag that could break someone's nose as she walked, "Look, We're going to have Potions class later, but I remember Camille and the Slytherins having a defense class at the same time."
Ron shrugged with an indifferent look on his face, "Maybe Snape has some special potion, maybe he can be divided into two people after drinking it."
"Well, actually, there is no such convenient potion yet." Sylvia's voice came from behind the three of them. Looking back, Sylvia was not wearing the same black wizard robe as the school uniform today, but A long dark green velvet gown, and a thin silver-white sweater with off-the-shoulder inside clearly exposed her slender white collarbone and the thin necklace with a silver-gray ring on her neck.
"Sister! Why are you here? Senior Camille's class schedule says that this class should be..."
Sylvia tilted her head playfully, showing a smile, her footsteps did not stop, she just bent down slightly when passing by the three of them, lowered her voice mysteriously, and said in a voice that was almost a whisper: "Three Classmates, you better go faster, your new potions professor also doesn't like students being late." After speaking, he blinked his left eye at them, then straightened up, as if nothing had happened, hugging Writing a book and walking briskly down the stairs to the cellar.
"The new Potions Master?" Harry blinked, puzzled.
"Oh, thanks Merlin, as long as it's not Snape anyway!" Ron didn't have any opinion on who the new professor was. He and Harry took two steps forward, and suddenly found that Hermione was still standing there with her eyes wide open. "Hey! Hermione, what's the matter? We're running late, hurry up."
Hermione screamed softly as if frightened, and rushed in front of Harry and Ron, grabbed a boy's hand with each hand, and ran forward, yelling, "Oh my God!" Ah!! I can't believe it! This is so good!"
"What's great? Hermione, slow down!"
"You two idiots! Didn't you hear that!" They stopped at the door of the Potions classroom, Hermione took a breath, but seemed to be in a very good mood, "Senior Sylvia is the new Potions professor! "Leaving this sentence behind, Hermione straightened her clothes and walked into the classroom first, leaving the two boys in a daze.
"Eh?! What are you talking about..." Ron and Harry squeezed into the Potions classroom together, and then shut up——Sylvie, a 14-year-old fourth-year Slytherin in a dark green robe Sister Ya stood on the podium at the front of the classroom with a smile and looked at the students who came in one after another.
Or it should be said to appreciate their various funny expressions and movements, such as Ron and Harry's mouths that can't close at all look very funny, oh, of course, Mr. Longbottom who just came in just stepped on his left foot and stepped on his right foot. The flat ground fall is also very interesting.
The class bell rang, and everyone arrived on time. It seemed that Professor Snape's strictness ensured the teaching quality at the beginning of the course.But for the next part, although I'm a little sorry, Sylvia really disagrees.As the first formal lecture, Sylvia is eager to bring some new atmosphere to this course.
"I think, you probably all know me, um... But please, let me fulfill my little wish of introducing myself as a professor for the first time." Sylvia smiled and waved her hand, and the words on the blackboard Her name, Sylvia Slytherin, appeared in very beautiful font.
"Sylvia Slytherin, fourth year Slytherin house. I'll actually only be acting as a substitute teacher for Potions for Years [-]-[-] this term, so...well, technically, I'm not Professor...but!" At the end of Sylvia's words, there was a turning point, her face became a little serious, and the students sitting below couldn't help but sit up straight.
"Potions is a very rigorous subject. A little carelessness, not to mention waste of materials, the power of the explosion of the crucible, I think the accidents of potions classes above the sixth grade... basically can only rely on Professor Snape's superb The magic spell and some luck have come to save your lives. So I hope everyone can develop a good habit of being serious and careful from now on, of course..." Sylvia smiled after finishing the serious topic, and her hands were With a wave, colorful notes filled with hand-drawn pictures appeared on the blackboard.
"Today, according to Professor Snape's teaching progress, what you need to learn is 'universal antidote'. Before we start, let's take a look at the overall operation steps and some precautions."
"In the first step, each group of you will need a bezoar, put it into a mortar and grind it into powder. Because the bezoar itself is relatively hard, it is recommended to use the largest mortar and a small hammer to smash the whole piece of bezoar into small pieces before Grind, and then, please pay attention,” Sylvia said here, and walked to the blackboard and took a magic wand to circle a line of words on it, “Please remember to use silver 66 grinding tools and hammers—some bezoar The degree of ripening is not enough, and it is slightly toxic. That kind of bezoar cannot be used in this potion! Silver tools can help you distinguish whether the bezoar you are holding can be used. If the surface of the tool turns black, please raise your hand, and I will Go to recycle your bezoar, please go to the material box at the back to get a new one."
Sylvia explained every step and precautions of the production in detail, and the students carefully copied the notes one by one—Professor Snape never taught these things, and his writing on the blackboard was always densely packed with tiny words, Basically, few people can seriously read all of them, so in fact, even if there are some reminders in it, few people notice.
After a complete explanation, the 12-year-old children are indeed much smoother in their hands. Even the famous "Crucible Killer" Neville Longbottom in the school can prepare materials while referring to the notes, instead of sweating profusely and crying. It is enough to prove the success of Sylvia's class.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and every group of students in the class handed in a potion whose color basically met the standard in the book, yes, even the group of Neville and Hermione.
"I suggest that Mr. Weasley go back and look at step [-] again, and Mr. Potter wants to strengthen the fineness when processing materials." Sylvia took Harry Ron's group and she could see a little bit from the color. A potion with a little flaw, and at the same time reminded them of their own shortcomings.She observed the finalists for each group, and most of them were pointed out by her in some small details, but no one had an opinion. Unlike Professor Snape's terrible sarcasm, Sylvia's point was not demeaning and sarcasm, They are concise and to the point.
When Neville was trembling, holding the bottle of potion that was very close to the yellow-green potion mentioned in the book, and came forward to hand over the results of this lesson to Sylvia, his face flushed with excitement. It was the first time he completed such a perfect potion.
Sylvia took his potion, opened the bottle cap and smelled it, and gave Neville an encouraging smile, "It's very good, the color and taste are basically perfect, Mr. Longbottom and Miss Granger, you've done a good job. But Mr. Longbottom, I suggest that you practice the skill of smoothly delivering magic power in your spare time, you can use the fluorescent spell to stabilize the same brightness and extend the time as much as possible.”
"Okay, okay! I'll go back to practice!" Neville said excitedly, his flushed face and rapid breathing made people a little worried that if he stayed a little longer, he might faint from excitement.
"Merlin!!" Ron couldn't wait to yell as soon as he walked out of the classroom, "This is the most perfect potions class I've ever had!"
Harry kept nodding at the side. He accidentally cut the mistletoe branch too small just now. Senior Sister Sylvia stopped beside him. He thought he would be scolded, but the senior just bent down and told him in a low voice. He used a small method to save his material that had been cut for more than ten minutes. Although according to what the senior sister said, the short-lived mistletoe branch made the final product a little unsatisfactory, but at least he did not It was necessary to re-cut all the materials, and then wasted another part of the potion that Ron was already cooking at that time.
A few days later, when all the students from the first to third years had attended Potions class substituted by the senior Slytherin, Sylvia's popularity soared, and Harry even heard that the Weasley twins were in the classroom one night. There were rustling discussions in the corner of the Gryffindor lounge, wondering if there was any way to make Snape have a little 'accident', so that their fourth graders could have a chance to enjoy the lower grades. Raw 'Awesome Potions Lesson'.
A week later, all the second-year Gryffindors arrived in the Potions classroom early, which was an unprecedented event in the Potions class, and the Slytherins who attended the class with them also took out their notebooks early, waiting with sparkling eyes. Classes - although Professor Snape is their head of house, but... if someone can be more patient... well, well, just teach better... second year Slytherin The students actually didn't miss Professor Snape's Potions class very much in their hearts.
Sylvia was wearing a dark blue robe today, and she was not in a hurry to start class after the class bell rang. "Before class, I would like to explain the results of the last class to everyone," Sylvia said as she walked off the podium, with one hand He took something out of his robes and put his hand on the first row on the Slytherin side, on the table where Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were grouped together, her silver-blue eyes showed gentleness Looking at Draco and Pansy, "First of all, let's congratulate the team of Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson. Since the universal antidote they made is perfect, I hope you don't mind, I will take the magic It was sold in the pharmacy, and then..." Sylvia moved her hand away from the table, it was two silver Sickles, "after deducting the value of the potion ingredients, this is the profit. Not much, but But they are earned entirely by your own efforts, I think they are very meaningful, and I hope you can continue to maintain such a perfect production level."
Draco and Pansy each twisted a silver Sickle. It's ridiculous to say that the two of them, as the heirs of an ancient family that have been passed down for a long time, can get pocket money every month. This one is a lot of silver, but it seems that the one in his hand...Draco padded it, it seems to be heavier, he put it away, but it is not in the ordinary pocket with those gold and silver Ding dong dong, but conveniently put it into the inner pocket of the coat.
Mother said that the inner bag was specially used to put some important things, so Draco never put anything in that bag, as for this time...Draco didn't understand the meaning of his subconscious action , but something does seem to be different.
The tragedy was revealed in the sixth grade of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw - the Defense Against the Dark Arts course was received by Snape, the most terrifying potions professor at Hogwarts - it is said that this is his dream teaching position, of course, Now he has his own wish, but I am afraid that the frightened eyes and pale faces of most of the students probably do not agree with this arrangement.
"No, if Professor Snape took the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, what about Potions class?" Hermione took out the class schedule from her heavy schoolbag that could break someone's nose as she walked, "Look, We're going to have Potions class later, but I remember Camille and the Slytherins having a defense class at the same time."
Ron shrugged with an indifferent look on his face, "Maybe Snape has some special potion, maybe he can be divided into two people after drinking it."
"Well, actually, there is no such convenient potion yet." Sylvia's voice came from behind the three of them. Looking back, Sylvia was not wearing the same black wizard robe as the school uniform today, but A long dark green velvet gown, and a thin silver-white sweater with off-the-shoulder inside clearly exposed her slender white collarbone and the thin necklace with a silver-gray ring on her neck.
"Sister! Why are you here? Senior Camille's class schedule says that this class should be..."
Sylvia tilted her head playfully, showing a smile, her footsteps did not stop, she just bent down slightly when passing by the three of them, lowered her voice mysteriously, and said in a voice that was almost a whisper: "Three Classmates, you better go faster, your new potions professor also doesn't like students being late." After speaking, he blinked his left eye at them, then straightened up, as if nothing had happened, hugging Writing a book and walking briskly down the stairs to the cellar.
"The new Potions Master?" Harry blinked, puzzled.
"Oh, thanks Merlin, as long as it's not Snape anyway!" Ron didn't have any opinion on who the new professor was. He and Harry took two steps forward, and suddenly found that Hermione was still standing there with her eyes wide open. "Hey! Hermione, what's the matter? We're running late, hurry up."
Hermione screamed softly as if frightened, and rushed in front of Harry and Ron, grabbed a boy's hand with each hand, and ran forward, yelling, "Oh my God!" Ah!! I can't believe it! This is so good!"
"What's great? Hermione, slow down!"
"You two idiots! Didn't you hear that!" They stopped at the door of the Potions classroom, Hermione took a breath, but seemed to be in a very good mood, "Senior Sylvia is the new Potions professor! "Leaving this sentence behind, Hermione straightened her clothes and walked into the classroom first, leaving the two boys in a daze.
"Eh?! What are you talking about..." Ron and Harry squeezed into the Potions classroom together, and then shut up——Sylvie, a 14-year-old fourth-year Slytherin in a dark green robe Sister Ya stood on the podium at the front of the classroom with a smile and looked at the students who came in one after another.
Or it should be said to appreciate their various funny expressions and movements, such as Ron and Harry's mouths that can't close at all look very funny, oh, of course, Mr. Longbottom who just came in just stepped on his left foot and stepped on his right foot. The flat ground fall is also very interesting.
The class bell rang, and everyone arrived on time. It seemed that Professor Snape's strictness ensured the teaching quality at the beginning of the course.But for the next part, although I'm a little sorry, Sylvia really disagrees.As the first formal lecture, Sylvia is eager to bring some new atmosphere to this course.
"I think, you probably all know me, um... But please, let me fulfill my little wish of introducing myself as a professor for the first time." Sylvia smiled and waved her hand, and the words on the blackboard Her name, Sylvia Slytherin, appeared in very beautiful font.
"Sylvia Slytherin, fourth year Slytherin house. I'll actually only be acting as a substitute teacher for Potions for Years [-]-[-] this term, so...well, technically, I'm not Professor...but!" At the end of Sylvia's words, there was a turning point, her face became a little serious, and the students sitting below couldn't help but sit up straight.
"Potions is a very rigorous subject. A little carelessness, not to mention waste of materials, the power of the explosion of the crucible, I think the accidents of potions classes above the sixth grade... basically can only rely on Professor Snape's superb The magic spell and some luck have come to save your lives. So I hope everyone can develop a good habit of being serious and careful from now on, of course..." Sylvia smiled after finishing the serious topic, and her hands were With a wave, colorful notes filled with hand-drawn pictures appeared on the blackboard.
"Today, according to Professor Snape's teaching progress, what you need to learn is 'universal antidote'. Before we start, let's take a look at the overall operation steps and some precautions."
"In the first step, each group of you will need a bezoar, put it into a mortar and grind it into powder. Because the bezoar itself is relatively hard, it is recommended to use the largest mortar and a small hammer to smash the whole piece of bezoar into small pieces before Grind, and then, please pay attention,” Sylvia said here, and walked to the blackboard and took a magic wand to circle a line of words on it, “Please remember to use silver 66 grinding tools and hammers—some bezoar The degree of ripening is not enough, and it is slightly toxic. That kind of bezoar cannot be used in this potion! Silver tools can help you distinguish whether the bezoar you are holding can be used. If the surface of the tool turns black, please raise your hand, and I will Go to recycle your bezoar, please go to the material box at the back to get a new one."
Sylvia explained every step and precautions of the production in detail, and the students carefully copied the notes one by one—Professor Snape never taught these things, and his writing on the blackboard was always densely packed with tiny words, Basically, few people can seriously read all of them, so in fact, even if there are some reminders in it, few people notice.
After a complete explanation, the 12-year-old children are indeed much smoother in their hands. Even the famous "Crucible Killer" Neville Longbottom in the school can prepare materials while referring to the notes, instead of sweating profusely and crying. It is enough to prove the success of Sylvia's class.
The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and every group of students in the class handed in a potion whose color basically met the standard in the book, yes, even the group of Neville and Hermione.
"I suggest that Mr. Weasley go back and look at step [-] again, and Mr. Potter wants to strengthen the fineness when processing materials." Sylvia took Harry Ron's group and she could see a little bit from the color. A potion with a little flaw, and at the same time reminded them of their own shortcomings.She observed the finalists for each group, and most of them were pointed out by her in some small details, but no one had an opinion. Unlike Professor Snape's terrible sarcasm, Sylvia's point was not demeaning and sarcasm, They are concise and to the point.
When Neville was trembling, holding the bottle of potion that was very close to the yellow-green potion mentioned in the book, and came forward to hand over the results of this lesson to Sylvia, his face flushed with excitement. It was the first time he completed such a perfect potion.
Sylvia took his potion, opened the bottle cap and smelled it, and gave Neville an encouraging smile, "It's very good, the color and taste are basically perfect, Mr. Longbottom and Miss Granger, you've done a good job. But Mr. Longbottom, I suggest that you practice the skill of smoothly delivering magic power in your spare time, you can use the fluorescent spell to stabilize the same brightness and extend the time as much as possible.”
"Okay, okay! I'll go back to practice!" Neville said excitedly, his flushed face and rapid breathing made people a little worried that if he stayed a little longer, he might faint from excitement.
"Merlin!!" Ron couldn't wait to yell as soon as he walked out of the classroom, "This is the most perfect potions class I've ever had!"
Harry kept nodding at the side. He accidentally cut the mistletoe branch too small just now. Senior Sister Sylvia stopped beside him. He thought he would be scolded, but the senior just bent down and told him in a low voice. He used a small method to save his material that had been cut for more than ten minutes. Although according to what the senior sister said, the short-lived mistletoe branch made the final product a little unsatisfactory, but at least he did not It was necessary to re-cut all the materials, and then wasted another part of the potion that Ron was already cooking at that time.
A few days later, when all the students from the first to third years had attended Potions class substituted by the senior Slytherin, Sylvia's popularity soared, and Harry even heard that the Weasley twins were in the classroom one night. There were rustling discussions in the corner of the Gryffindor lounge, wondering if there was any way to make Snape have a little 'accident', so that their fourth graders could have a chance to enjoy the lower grades. Raw 'Awesome Potions Lesson'.
A week later, all the second-year Gryffindors arrived in the Potions classroom early, which was an unprecedented event in the Potions class, and the Slytherins who attended the class with them also took out their notebooks early, waiting with sparkling eyes. Classes - although Professor Snape is their head of house, but... if someone can be more patient... well, well, just teach better... second year Slytherin The students actually didn't miss Professor Snape's Potions class very much in their hearts.
Sylvia was wearing a dark blue robe today, and she was not in a hurry to start class after the class bell rang. "Before class, I would like to explain the results of the last class to everyone," Sylvia said as she walked off the podium, with one hand He took something out of his robes and put his hand on the first row on the Slytherin side, on the table where Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were grouped together, her silver-blue eyes showed gentleness Looking at Draco and Pansy, "First of all, let's congratulate the team of Mr. Malfoy and Miss Parkinson. Since the universal antidote they made is perfect, I hope you don't mind, I will take the magic It was sold in the pharmacy, and then..." Sylvia moved her hand away from the table, it was two silver Sickles, "after deducting the value of the potion ingredients, this is the profit. Not much, but But they are earned entirely by your own efforts, I think they are very meaningful, and I hope you can continue to maintain such a perfect production level."
Draco and Pansy each twisted a silver Sickle. It's ridiculous to say that the two of them, as the heirs of an ancient family that have been passed down for a long time, can get pocket money every month. This one is a lot of silver, but it seems that the one in his hand...Draco padded it, it seems to be heavier, he put it away, but it is not in the ordinary pocket with those gold and silver Ding dong dong, but conveniently put it into the inner pocket of the coat.
Mother said that the inner bag was specially used to put some important things, so Draco never put anything in that bag, as for this time...Draco didn't understand the meaning of his subconscious action , but something does seem to be different.
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