hp Ouroboros

As the most severe professor in the school, Professor Snape seemed to live up to his name. When Sylvia and Camille opened the door and entered the Potions classroom, there were only eight students in the classroom, plus the two of them, That's ten people.You know, even though there is no class in the first quarter of the morning, in order to make up for a perfect breakfast for Camille, they are now almost stepping into the classroom. Just as they found their seats and sat down, the old Hogwarts clock rang It rang—the sixth year of Hogwarts, four houses, a total of only ten students were qualified to continue to study potion improvement classes, three Slytherins, four Ravenclaws, two Gryffindors, Hufflepuff has only one student.

"Bang!", Snape slammed the door open and strode into the classroom, his dark robes billowing behind him.

Standing on the podium, Snape didn't speak immediately, he looked around the classroom, his gloomy and sharp eyes scratched the faces of every student present.

"This year, ten students have met my requirements and entered the improvement class of Potions. Congratulations, you have finally taken a step in Potions." Although Snape said congratulations, there was no smile on his face. The low and undulating voice passed through the empty classroom, but there was a sense of sarcasm, "Of course I said at that time that the grade reached O, not the full score. It is a pity that at Hogwarts, due to regulations, , I have no way to make higher demands on such a delicate and dangerous subject as Potions, so I hope that some of you who managed to squeeze into the threshold of O because of luck..." Snape Speaking of this, there was a slight pause, and the eyes stayed on the only Hufflepuff student present at the same time, until the rather handsome boy lowered his head with a blushing face, and then continued, " Some people can work harder to keep up with the improvement class."

"Two years later, you will face the NEWTs potion test. In this short period of time, I never expected you to become potion masters, but at least you should be able to barely reach the level where you can pass the NEWTs," he said. After finishing, Snape walked off the podium, and pointed to a horizontal desk in front of them, on which were placed five cauldrons of different materials, each filled with potions of different colors and smells.

"Living Hell Potion, Bliss Potion, Life-Death Water, Life-Death Water Forced Antidote, and Oxygen Filter." Snape stood in front of the table and said coldly, "You will be in pairs, and each group will choose one But first of all, you need to identify what these five medicines are, because there are medicines whose configuration time exceeds the classroom time, you need to find a way to deal with them yourself, and the five medicines have different configuration difficulties, so choose the right one for your group Potions that can be completed with intelligence, I think they should be the first thing you need to worry about." Snape waved his hand, and the blackboard behind him was densely written with the preparation methods of five potions, and he sneered mockingly, "Start now."

Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class, none of the groups completed the task.As Snape said, the difficulty of potions in the advanced class increased in one go. Of the five potions Snape assigned to everyone, none of them could be completed in one class as before.

Different potions have different storage methods before they are completed.Except for the group of Sylvia and Camille, everyone flipped through the textbooks in a panic, or tried to find out how to save their potions from Snape's blackboard filled with small print.

The cooperation between Sylvia and Camille was still perfect. After the whole class, they basically didn't speak, but the process of preparing the medicine was smooth and smooth.Just like now Sylvia swung her wand to extinguish the magical flame under the crucible, closed the lid of the crucible, and commanded the crucible to float up, while Camille was already waiting beside her with an iron bucket full of ice cubes, Very smoothly, the semi-finished oxygen filter in their hands was preserved.

"It's really difficult to improve the class." Camille said suddenly when he left the cellar.

"The difficulty has increased, but if you can learn the medicinal material processing techniques and principles before doing it, it should be considered acceptable, but according to the potions that you just looked at before leaving... I In fact, I think there is no need for everyone to stay after class to find a preservation solution. No matter how well preserved those things are, they will not be able to change the correct potion later. Professor Snape's teaching method is really... hey, I don't know what to say Okay..." Sylvia walked beside Camille with the book in her arms, and said with a wry smile.

"That Hufflepuff looks familiar?"

Sylvia made an exaggerated surprise, and even jumped a step to the side, "Ah! Has Cam reached the age to notice handsome guys? Am I about to be abandoned? Sure enough, the value of a woman is It will plummet, woo woo woo..."

"You don't feel well if you don't act for a day, don't you?" Camille glared at Sylvia, "Don't you think it's amazing that Hufflepuff can get an O in Potions? I'm a bit impressed."

"Pfft, so you really don't know who he is? Cedric Diggory is a well-known figure in the whole school, let alone in Hufflepuff."

"Famous? What's the matter?" Camille couldn't remember the students in the same grade as long as she hadn't cooperated with her in class a few times, let alone their names, and sometimes their appearances were only vague. Just an impression.

"Handsome! Boys with red lips and white teeth are rare these days. Rare things are more expensive, so naturally they became popular! Not to mention that his grades are really good, and his grade rankings in recent years are probably in the top Around five."

"Hehe, you still remember really clearly."

"Oh~ Is someone jealous?" Sylvia smiled coquettishly and posted to Camille,

"not at all..."

"Ah, but Cam doesn't need to be jealous." Sylvia didn't listen to Camille's answer at all, and continued to stick to Camille, "I just glance at the grade list every year. My You know memory. So there is no need to be jealous, Cam will always be my favorite!"

"..." Sighing deeply, Camille didn't speak anymore, but took Sylvia's hand and walked towards the auditorium.

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The sixth grade afternoon class is the newly taught defense against the dark arts class.

Since Lupine’s course last year was considered the best in the past few years, most of the sixth graders this year have achieved good results in the OWLs exam, which caused the number of people in the advanced class to be divided into two classes. ——The grouping was still the same, with Slytherin and Gryffindor, the two old rival houses, having classes together.

It may be that Alastor Moody's name is too famous, the Slytherin students sat on one side of the classroom with a bad face, on the contrary, the Gryffindor students were all excited It was almost impossible to sit properly in the chair.

Soon they heard Moody's characteristic thumping footsteps coming down the corridor.

"Put these things away," he frowned, scanning the textbooks on the desks of the students on both sides of the aisle, and then said gruffly, leaning on the edge of the podium with a cane, just in time for everyone to see His claw-like wooden foot protruded from under the robe, "I don't need any textbooks, just put them away!"

Everyone quickly put the books into their schoolbags, and the Weasley twins were particularly excited.

Moody took out the student list, and his normal eye moved down the list, but the other weird eye kept turning around, staring at every student who answered.

"Okay," he said when the last student was called, "I have a letter from Professor Lupine explaining the course. It seems that you have mastered how to deal with dark magic animals A lot of basic knowledge, and some basic defensive techniques seem to have a little foundation."

"But since as a student in the advanced class, basic defensive skills alone are not enough, especially in how to deal with evil spells!" Moody said, "Therefore, I am going to let you have a taste of how wizards fight against each other. spells. I have a year to teach you how to really deal with the Dark Arts."

"Spells, they come in many forms and require different levels of mana to use. Now, according to Ministry of Magic regulations, I'm supposed to teach you how to break spells, that's all. But as I said, you're all already The students of the sixth grade defense against the dark arts class, I am really surprised, so far, your progress has not included the appearance of black magic spells in the study plan. Logically speaking, the level of the fourth grade is You should have an impression of black magic first, and the sixth grade should officially start learning how to deal with these terrible black magic."

"So, in order to complement your knowledge of the dangers of the dark arts, I had to start from the very beginning. After all, if you have never seen something, how can you protect yourself? Being a dark wizard requires using an illegal He won't tell you what he's planning when his spells are used against you. This isn't a duel of honor, and a dark wizard won't be frank, fair, and polite enough to give you time to prepare, he'll aim for the best. Timing will beat you. You have to be prepared and vigilant."

Not only Sylvia, but all the Slytherins heard from Professor Moody's words that he was on guard against dark wizards. All defenses were focused on dark wizards and their black magic, but those present Who in the world of Slytherin has never learned a little of the Dark Arts from the family?

"So... do any of you know which spells are most punishable under Wizarding Law?"

The Weasley twins looked at each other, their expressions gradually becoming serious, and they raised their hands tremblingly.

Moody pointed to Fred, and his voice trembled, "Uh, that's right, I think there's an Imperius Curse."

"Ah, yes," said Moody appreciatively, "Weasley boy, I'm sure your father knew the spell, since the Imperius Curse got the Ministry of Magic a lot of trouble back in the day."

With difficulty, Moody bent down on his prosthetic leg and opened the drawer of the podium, and took out a glass bottle, in which three big black spiders were crawling non-stop. He grabbed one spider and put it on his open palm, letting everyone can see.Then he pointed his wand at it and murmured, "Out of body!"

The spider hopped away from Moody's palm, and in a very stiff way it tried to jump onto the table, but fell on the table because it couldn't coordinate its eight legs. Standing up on its hind legs, it danced across the table like a human.

The spider's antics made quite a few people laugh—none of the Slytherins, nor Moody.

"You think it's funny?" he asked gruffly. "Would you like it if I did this to you?"

Gryffindor's laughter died away immediately.

"It's completely under my control," Moody said softly, directing the spider to get up and roll around the table like a ball, "I can make it jump out the window, or drown myself , or jumped into the throat of one of your classmates..."

"Many years ago, many wizards were brought under the Imperius Curse," even if he didn't say when, but everyone present knew he was talking about the days when Voldemort's power was at its strongest. Now, we have to distinguish who is forced to act and who acts according to his own will."

"The Imperius Curse can be resisted. I will teach you the method, but it requires a lot of determination and perseverance. I hope you can master all the methods of resistance, at least within a short period of time after being cast the spell. Break free, of course it's best to avoid being hit by it. Stay alert at all times!" He suddenly yelled, making everyone jump.

Moody's magic eyes scanned the classroom, and then stopped on Sylvia, who was sitting in the last row of the classroom.

"By the way, we seem to have a famous person here, Miss Sylvia Slytherin." Moody whispered and slowly dragged his wooden legs, and limped to Sylvia's In front of the table, "I heard that Miss Slytherin's career counseling said that she will be a professor at Hogwarts in the future, so... I think you don't mind showing everyone how to resist the Imperius Curse, right? ?”

Camille, who was sitting next to Sylvia, snorted heavily and frowned, planning to say something. However, Sylvia rushed ahead of her, and she showed a perfect smile that was so accurate that it was fake, "Of course, Mu Professor Di, I personally think that students need to strengthen their practice in resisting spells, and I am very honored to assist you in teaching."