The Deep Sea Wizard of Hogwarts

Underground classroom, potions class. Snape was standing in front of the lectern with his hands on his hands and talking, his eyes lowered and constantly scanning below.

In his class, no one dared to speak, not even the Slytherin students.

Most of the Slytherin students sat in the back, especially Malfoy and his group. They sat in the last row of the classroom, and looked at Harry and others sitting in the first row, constantly snickering.

Ron thought in his mind, "I'm so stupid. I knew that Malfoy and the others would deliberately squeeze us under Snape's nose, but I didn't hurry up and come to the classroom to grab a seat." Thinking about it, he gently said Punched the table.

Harry sat next to him, staring blankly ahead. He didn't listen to a word Snape said. What he was thinking about now was the scene he saw last night.

Wood walked into the lounge with the team members. They were soaked, with rain and sweat mixed on their bodies, and they were covered in mud. There was no smile on their faces, only exhaustion.

How much he wants to train with them, Wood and the others are still waiting for him. But I still haven't learned the waterproofing and moisture-proof charm. It rains all the time in the UK in October, almost non-stop.

"Harry Potter!" A low growl interrupted his memory.

Hearing the sound, Hareton felt something bad. He followed the direction of the sound and looked up, and saw Snape staring at him with a dark face.

"Why are you staring at my waist? Does my belt have the recipe for a delicious potion written on it?" Snape said slowly. The sneers of Malfoy and others could be heard from behind, just like Snape's compliments.

I don't know if they were laughing at Harry or at the name of the potion. After all, this potion is called delicious.

Harry panicked, lowered his head and handed Ron a Pain Mask.

Ron could only pretend not to see Harry's eyes and lowered his head.

Seeing this, Harry could only bite the bullet and say, "Professor, I am listening to your lecture!"

Snape's face darkened again when he heard Harry's answer. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smile. "Oh, tell me what I just said?!"

Hermione raised her hands high behind her, her body tense, ready to jump up like a spring at any time.

Harry stood up stiffly, lowered his head and said, "You just told me how to prepare the delicious potion!"

Nonsense, this class is all about this!

"Then what did you hear?" Snape almost said this through gritted teeth.

"...Configuration method!" Harry's voice became even lower.

"That's enough, Potter! It's all nonsense!" Snape yelled out like an erupting volcano. "You heard nothing at all. Ten points from Gryffindor! You answer, Augustus."

Hearing this, Malfoy and the others laughed louder behind them.

ah? !

Linde hadn't reacted yet, his head was still buried behind the book.

One second he was scolding Harry and deducting points, but the next second he was directly and seamlessly talking to him. This made him a little confused.

But he stood up quickly.

"Um..." Lind thought about the question asked by Snape just now, "Eat well potion is a kind of potion used in daily life. It is usually kept in the form of drops.

Its function is to make food taste better and have a stronger aroma. It can be regarded as a flavor enhancer.

If you take it orally directly, you will feel thousands of flavors exploding in your mouth, and finally mix into a highly irritating sour and bitter taste. "

Snape passed Harry and walked down the stage to stand in front of Lynd, "Very good, what about the production method?" After saying that, without looking back, he shouted naturally, "Potter, did I ask you to sit down? ?”

Lind glanced over to Harry and saw his bent knees bounce up again.

Snape's lessons were like a siege. Harry, who stood up, wanted to sit down, and Hermione, who was sitting, wanted to stand up.

Thinking about it, Linde's mouth didn't stop, "Take the fat tails of three lacewings, and then grind the phlegm beans into powder..."

Hermione couldn't help it anymore and whispered, "Wrong, wrong!"

Lind and Snape both looked at Hermione, and it took Lind a while to react.

Grinding it into powder is one of the methods of processing medicinal materials that I learned in the book "Half-Blood Prince".

When our need for a medicinal ingredient is to reduce its size so that it can quickly react with other potions, a common method is to cut it into small pieces.

But Snape's method was more efficient, grinding it into powder.

So the way they treat the phlegm beans now recorded in the book is: cut into small pieces.

"Granger, do you have anything to correct what Augustus said?" Snape said bluntly.

"It should be cut into pieces, not ground into powder." Hermione stood up and said loudly, speaking very quickly.

Snape waved his robes and returned to the lectern. "Everybody sit down!" He never taught anyone in his class the little tricks he had figured out.

And he dared to say that if you ask every potion master to come to class, they will never teach their little skills casually.

These tips may seem like they can only play a supporting role, but in the process of refining difficult potions, these tips can seriously affect the success or failure of the potion refining.

As for Linde, he actually knew how to question books in the second grade, go back to each book to understand the role of these steps in the potion refining process, and then question and make bold improvements.

very good!

Snape admired in his heart. Little did he know that this was something Lind would only learn after getting his book. Otherwise, given Linde's own attitude towards Potions class, even if his ideas were correct, he would not have been able to accumulate so much experience and learn these little techniques.

Then Snape looked around seriously, and when he could hear a pin drop in the underground classroom, he spoke slowly.

"Both of you are right! Our method of processing a medicinal material comes from our needs. Because we want the bean juice and its meat to react quickly with the potion. So we use the dicing method.

But when we are confident in controlling the variables, whether it is slicing or grinding. These are all possible. "After speaking, he looked at Hermione,

"Granger, the knowledge in books is correct, but it is not the only correct one. At some point, we need to look at it dialectically instead of insisting that what others say is wrong."

After saying that, he changed the topic, "Augustus, since you said this method, then you will use your own method to prepare this potion for me today. If it fails..." Snape did not He continued to say the next words, but anyone could understand the malicious intent in his tone.

"And you! Potter, since you don't even listen to the class, I want to see if you can succeed!" After saying that, he looked around, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want me to start by calling three two one?" "

As soon as the words fell, the originally suppressed classroom suddenly boiled, and the little wizards in groups of two began to move hurriedly.

Lind also stood up, and with a stiff neck, he looked down at his right hand, which he could not move at all, and then looked at Snape stiffly.

He did it on purpose, right? I'm just saying, how can I adjust the medicine if I can't move my hands?

After saying that, he looked at Jane who was still unaware of what happened.

Linde didn't know whether to believe her or not. Linde basically controlled the whole process in every Potions class, and she basically didn't need to do anything.

But now my right hand is useless, and my left hand is not my dominant hand. It is difficult to perform precise operations, so I can only count on Jian.

He looked at Jane's dull face, and patted her shoulder with his only left hand.

"I only have one hope

Don't explode! "