Ding ding dong~! ??
As the administrator of Hogwarts, the squib Argus Filch, rang the bell for the end of get out of class, soon, the thirty or forty fourth-year students of Hogwarts finally felt relieved. They rushed out of the Defense Against Dark Arts classroom in a hurry, as if they were carrying a heavy weight, as if there were some very scary monsters chasing and threatening them in the classroom?
After the rest of the students in the same grade were almost gone, the three groups at the back, Harry, Hermione and Ron, squeezed out with a hint of hurry, holding their respective textbooks. .
After the three people left, the classroom was empty, except for one person who was still sitting there. Leaning on a crutch beside the podium, he had old white hair, an old face full of scars, and a blue magic weapon. Apart from a sloppy old man with alchemical prosthetic eyes, who was drinking something from a silver curved wine bottle, there was no one else around.
As for the sloppy old man, he appeared at the last moment on the day of the opening ceremony, shocking the teachers and students present. He was also appointed by Dumbledore as the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for this school year, responsible for Mad-Eye, who teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts to hundreds of students in the school - Alastor Moody!
"Hey!"
"Hermione! And Ron!"
"What do you think of this Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Isn't it great? I have never met a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor like Professor Alastor Moody. He actually taught us directly to fight and identify Those three terrible spells, and even gave us those three spells in their entirety, that’s really great!”
Having just come out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and preparing to walk to the Potions class, Harry was so excited that he finally couldn't help but cheered to the two companions around him.
'...'
'...'
However, unlike his excitement, Ron next to him seemed a little frightened, and Hermione frowned silently, holding her own textbook and following behind the two of them. , looked depressed, and I didn’t know what she was thinking.
"Harry!"
"Those three spells are Unforgivable Curses. It's okay for Professor Moody to show them to us, because he is a retired Auror and a professor at the school, and the target of the spells is always spiders..."
"However, he also taught us the spell directly. That is very bad, very bad!!"
Hermione felt that that kind of spell should not be exposed to fourth grade students like them, and that Professor Moody should not use that kind of spell to teach them lower grade students!
Or, at least, it is necessary for sixth- and seventh-grade students who have completed the fifth-grade .Ls exam to be selectively exposed to them?
"That's the Unforgivable Curse!"
Hermione repeated it again to the companion in front of her who looked careless and didn't care at all.
"If anyone uses any of them, there will be serious consequences and he will be arrested by the Ministry of Magic and sent to Azkaban! Harry, I know you secretly wrote down those three spells in your notebook. , However, I must warn you, you must not act recklessly!"
"Anyway!"
"Professor Moody's approach is really terrible. If he continues to teach like that, he will definitely be complained by students or parents!!"
Surprisingly, this was the first time Hermione had spoken out against a certain professor in private...
Because, in her opinion, Professor Moody's teachings were too radical. Even she was frightened by how he controlled, tortured and killed the poisonous spider, let alone other things. classmates.
And this is exactly why the students left in a hurry as soon as the bell rang, unwilling to stay with Professor Moody for one more minute! And if Harry hadn't gone out of his way to consult with the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, she and Ron would have left with the others long ago.
"??"
"Oh no! I didn't say I was going to mess around!"
"But, Hermione, you know, he is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor invited by Professor Dumbledore this year. Since Professor Dumbledore did not intervene, it proves that Professor Moody's approach is correct and allowed! And! I think he should teach like that, preferably more, rather than follow the textbook exactly?"
“Only in that way can we learn more and more useful things!!”
Finally, he found a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor whom he liked and was interested in. Harry would not let Hermione criticize him, so he immediately defended him.
Anyway, in his opinion, Professor Moody was indeed very good. Harry expressed his satisfaction and hoped that in the next year, he could teach them more practical spells and techniques. Preferably those unique experiences and spells the other party had when he was an Auror?
You know, Harry is determined to become an Auror after graduation, and then participate in the glorious cause of fighting against Death Eaters, mysterious people and dark wizards, and fighting on the front line of protecting wizards! And now, the knowledge that Professor Moody taught them is what he wants to learn most at the moment.
"you are wrong!"
"Harry, I think it's probably not necessarily Professor Dumbledore's instruction. It's just that Professor Moody was too messy. He shouldn't have done that, at least he shouldn't have treated us lowly. Grade students teach that spell!”
After saying that, Hermione subconsciously looked into the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom behind the three of them.
When she saw that Professor Moody, who was far enough away and was still drinking that weird smelling stuff in the classroom, did not follow her out and definitely did not hear her words, she lowered her voice and spoke with Said with a trace of complaint.
Because, she had already come into contact with some extremely profound and terrifying spells from that magic book two years ago, but she understood the harm of easily coming into contact with such things better than the two companions in front of her!
"No!"
"Hermione! Now the Death Eaters have begun to come out. You all saw what happened at the Quidditch World Cup that night. They burned the entire camp and released the Dark Mark! Now we have reason to believe, The mysterious man will definitely come back soon, and it is definitely right for us to learn how to fight against those Death Eaters who are good at using the Unforgivable Curse now!"
"So, Hermione...I don't think Professor Moody did anything wrong!"
"And if Professor Dumbledore invites a retired former Auror to return to the school to teach, there must be a reason why he must do that?"
Harry was still very sure that what he thought was right, and he resolutely defended Professor Moody.
Because he now feels that the other person must be the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor he has ever encountered in his four years of study at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, bar none! Compared with the current Professor Moody, the previous three professors, in addition to Professor Lupine who taught them important techniques for dealing with dementors, whether it was Quirrell who was possessed by Voldemort or the braggadocious Gil Dro Lockhart is definitely unqualified.
Originally, Harry was thinking that it would be a good idea if Professor Anne could be their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. However, now, he suddenly changed his mind. He insisted that Professor Moody Is he really a good candidate?
"that……"
"Harry, I also think it's not good for Professor Moody to do that... Didn't you see just now? Neville was almost frightened. How could he act like that..."
"That Professor Moody must be crazy!"
"I've heard that it seems... that Mad-Eye Moody liked to mess around when he was an Auror. He was crazy and had many eccentricities. Anyway, not many people in the Ministry of Magic liked him... "
In fact, Ron was a little scared in class just now. He had never thought that their new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor would dare to face a small baby in the first class of the new semester. Spider openly demonstrated the three unforgivable curses!
Sure enough, it was absolutely not unreasonable for him to be called 'Mad Eye Moody' by others, criticized in private by people from the Ministry of Magic, and not very popular.
"Okay, let's not talk about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!"
"Harry, the Potions classroom is just ahead. Let's hurry up. We don't have much time. If we go on, if we are late accidentally, I think Professor Snape will not let us go easily. Especially... won't let you go?"
If they are late, the three of them will definitely have points deducted from Gryffindor House!
Of course, in addition to the deduction of points, thinking about the scenes in the Potions class in the past three years, Hermione felt that this poor friend Harry next to her would definitely receive extra punishment from Professor Snape. Taking care of it, for example, after being ridiculed in public, then being punished by copying twenty pages of formulas and related properties of potions?
That kind of scene was definitely not what she and Ron, as friends, wanted to see, because that kind of scene was really too bad for them.
"Huh? Merlin's beard!"
"Hurry! Come on Harry! We must hurry, we must not be late!!"
Soon, Ron, who was still a little out of sorts, seemed to be frightened, suddenly started to think, and then suddenly recalled what Snape, the 'dark wizard', had done to him in the past. After the incident, he didn't want to be grabbed and scolded by the other party in class again, and then laughed at by the Slytherin snakes, so he yanked Harry's hand, threw his arms away and ran forward.
Today is the first Potions class of the semester. If he is really punished for being late, his two twin brothers will definitely complain to the family!
"You guys wait for me..."
"Why……"
Unexpectedly, the two people actually left her and ran away. There was no other way. Hermione had no choice but to shake her head helplessly, sighed, and then quickened her pace, walking alone along the streets of Hogwarts. He quickly followed the complicated and dark staircase corridor towards the potions classroom below the castle.
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The Potions classroom is not big, nor is it very dark, because there are many candles lit in the classroom, and the kerosene lamps used to heat the crucibles on the experimental tables are also lit... However, I don't know why, None of the students who entered the classroom dared to play or make loud noises. They all sat down in their respective seats immediately.
Maybe it's because the aura of the professor in black robes, with straight hair, cold eyes and pale skin standing there with his hands crossed on the podium is too strong?
'Hey, look! '
'Professor Anne, why is she here? Will she be the helper Professor Snape invited today? '
'ah……'
'I don't know, Professor Snape never seems to need an assistant, right? '
'Not always……'
'...'
'Could it be that Professor Anne herself wants to learn potions? Look, there seems to be a lot of magic potions and a crucible in front of her? '
'But she is a professor now, and she is very powerful. Does she still need to come and learn potions with us? '
'Her spells and magic are indeed very powerful. Maybe her Potions class is so bad that she is not as good as us? '
'It's possible! ! '
'Don't she have to go to class today? '
'She is an honorary professor. If she wants to start a class, there will be a notice in the auditorium...'
'I'm telling you, Professor Anne is probably the most laid-back professor at Hogwarts. As long as she wants, she doesn't have to start classes for an entire semester, and she's not afraid of Principal Dumbledore getting into trouble with her! '
'When she comes to Potions class today, she shouldn't have to do homework like the rest of us, right? '
'Definitely not! '
'Why? '
'Because Professor Snape definitely can't beat her, he has no way to ask her to do her homework! '
'! ! '
'You're miserable. I think Professor Snape must have heard what you said. He just looked over! '
'ah? ? '
Arriving at the Potions classroom, Gryffindor students and Slytherin students were preparing to go to class in twos and twos. When they saw that in the corner to the right of the podium, there was actually that person sitting on the small table that had been empty before. After the little girl, Professor Anne, they all began to discuss in low voices.
However, they did not dare to be too loud...
Because, although there is no official class yet, their Potions professor, Severus Snape, who is wearing black clothes, is standing on the podium at this time, with his fingers crossed and slightly smiling. The scary man, squinting his eyes and looking like he was concentrating, was standing there and exuding some extremely terrifying majesty towards them!
"..."
"Please be quiet, students!!"
Seeing that the time was about to reach the point of class, seeing that everyone was here, and no one dared to be late on the first day, Snape finally had to speak.
"classmates……"
"Although this is a new semester, you are already in fourth grade now..."
"However, I still have to repeat what I said when I first saw you: You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of preparing potions. This is not something you can do by waving a wand foolishly. Things accomplished... So, many of you may have a hard time believing that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance. You also They don’t really understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, which makes people feel fascinated and confused..."
"Some of you are destined to be a group of hopeless idiots, but fortunately, in another two years, after next year's exams, except for those students who got excellent results in the Potions exam, all the others will... You are not qualified to enter my class again!"
After saying that, Snape glanced at Harry and Ron from Gryffindor House with cold eyes. Obviously, among the things that the students were talking about just now, what those two guys said was influenced by He heard part of it!
However, he doesn't want to teach those two people a lesson now, because Snape still needs to do other things...
"I think you all have seen it, right?"
"The Professor Anne Hastur next to me... some of you just guessed it right. She is not my assistant. I have never needed an assistant, especially when teaching you fourth-year students who have just started to learn potions. When I was a student!”
Snape turned slightly sideways and looked at the little girl sitting there on the right side of his podium, playing with his precious potion raw materials in a serious manner, and the muscles on his cheeks couldn't help but twitch slightly.
"In fact..."
"Professor Anne is just here to observe our class. It is said that she also wants to refine some magic potions by herself, so she 'borrowed' a new crucible and some medicinal materials from me?"
"Although I don't know what she wants to do, you can just treat her as if she doesn't exist. If she makes you distracted and something goes wrong..."
When Snape said this, he glanced at the little girl in the corner who insisted on coming to his class to join in the fun. He didn't give any face to her.
He didn't say much about the consequences of the students' mistakes, because he knew that his students must be aware of his style.
In fact, if possible, he would not want such an irrelevant person to appear in his class at all, even if the other person is also a professor of Hogwarts, even if the other person is powerful! And if the other party hadn't shamelessly stayed there and refused to leave, and even took his own potion by force, insisting on following the students in class, and if he really couldn't help the other party, if it were someone else, he would have directly attacked the other party by force. gone.
"Hi!"
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"Hello everyone!!"
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There was actually a reason why Annie came here to take classes together today. Of course, she didn't want to say the specific reason now, and she didn't have time to say it, because they would know it soon.
'...'
'...'
The students did not dare to speak, not even Hermione who was very familiar with the little girl, because they could all see that Professor Snape seemed to be in a bad mood right now, and they would not get into each other's troubles at this time. And then incur unnecessary punishment for yourself or your college for nothing.
After all, whether they are deducted points from the college or fined for copying texts, that is not what they want to see.
"Now!"
"Pick up your textbook and turn to the first page! Today, we are going to learn new potion refining techniques and get to know new herbs..."
"I just hope that the herbal knowledge you learned from Professor Pomona Sprout during which semester last year won't disappoint me too much?"
The Herbology class and the Potions class could actually be merged into the same course. However, since the tradition of Hogwarts is divided into two classes, Snape could not say much. After all, doing so would really make him It's a lot easier, and it saves you the time of teaching some idiots to identify those complicated herbs one by one?
"Before I start explaining the potions that need to be experimented and refined today, I must remind you of the following points..."
"'Bai Xian' needs to remove sediment and rough skin, and only peel off the root bark. It also needs to be sliced, dried, and used raw. No roasting is allowed!"
"The roots of narcissus should be ground into powder, the finer the better!"
"Finally, wormwood..."
"All I ask is that you keep its leaves and flower branches and soak them in juice!!"
Speaking of this, Snape stopped because he found that Professor Anne next to him was already busy in her own position. As for what the other party was messing around with. , he doesn’t know.
"..."
"Now, can anyone tell me what I want you to do to prepare these potions? Has anyone previewed the textbook?"
Snape, who was not prepared to be distracted by a little girl, thought for a moment and stepped forward. While pacing in his classroom, he monitored the students who had begun to prepare hurriedly according to what he had just asked. He asked in that sinister tone.
Then, as a matter of course, he stopped next to the team of Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, watching with mocking eyes as they dried out the white fresh food with fine sand, and then mixed it with those The absinthe root was cut up together with the roots and prepared for dipping, and the ingredients were sneered.
He was already thinking that maybe, after the finished products of these two guys came out, he could try to let them each have a small drink to let them know what it would be like if they didn't listen to his explanation. dire consequences?
"..."
However, after thinking about it, Snape turned around and looked around and found that among all the students, only the Gryffindor know-it-all, Miss Hermione Granger, raised her hands high, and he felt annoyed in his heart. He glared at the unsatisfactory guys in their college.
"All right!"
"Miss Hermione Granger, please tell me?"
There was no way, there was only the know-it-all lady raising her hand in the whole class. Even if Snape wanted to name the students of his own college, it was impossible, so he had to look at the student who was obviously very good, but he liked him anyway. Children from other people's colleges who can't get up.
"professor!"
"According to the formula, white fresh + narcissus + absinthium, I think what you want us to refine today should be a 'super powerful healing potion' water!!"
Hermione proudly said what she knew. She had memorized all the Potions lessons and recipes in the entire fourth grade, so this kind of small problem would definitely not be a problem for her.
"..."
"Five points for Gryffindor..."
"Now, what are you waiting for? Why don't you start your potion work quickly? The production method is written on the fifth page of your textbook. It is a very simple two paragraphs. Do you still need me to teach you how to recognize it? Words?"
Following Snape's habitual scolding, the students of Slytherin and Gryffindor soon began their Potions experiments and began busy testing the herbs on their respective test benches. , the crucible became busy.
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"Narcissus root, ginger slices, mandrake, Abyssinian shriveled figs, puffed bean pods, cinnamon bark, and water from the spring beside the whomping willow..."
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"Tibbers, this should be enough, right?!"
o(??ω??)o
While Snape in the front was just patrolling the students and checking the situation, and occasionally scolding some students who made mistakes, little Annie was not busy, and soon put a lot of her The cleaned potion was thrown into the crucible soaked in pieces of red stuff.
(…)
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(Tibbers didn't speak, because he didn't want to have to deal with his bad little master, nor did he want to be angered by the other party later if he messed up. Therefore, the wisest thing for him now is to do nothing. Say, don’t care about anything!)
"..."
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"That should be enough, right?"
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Little Annie, who felt that it was almost done, thought for a while, then added a few pieces of ginger slices to the pot to remove the smell, then resolutely reached out and added a magic flame to the ground of the crucible, letting it start to attack her. The things stuffed into the crucible began to stew fiercely.
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That's right, Professor Anne's potion must be stewed, not 'simmered slowly' as the fierce Professor Snape said, even if the other party just turned his head and glared at her. It was useless, she just had to stew it over a high fire, and only in that way could the flavor come out, and she wouldn't have to wait too long.
(…)
ε=(????｀●)))Alas
"..."
Snape turned back and stared at the teacher's seat next to the podium, where a potion of some unknown sort was being stewed in a cauldron for a long time.
"snort!!"
When he found that the little girl had randomly added some random things like narcissus roots, puffed bean pods, cinnamon bark and other things floating on the water inside, he had no idea what kind of potion the other party was making. He looked at it for ten minutes. After a few minutes, until the excessively large portion of the soup began to roll, and he felt a little weak magic power emitting from it, he thought that the other party's potion had completely failed, and then he snorted and turned his head away.
There is no doubt that according to his perspective as a potion master, no matter what kind of potion the other party makes, when the magic power and medicinal properties are diluted by too much water, when the magic power is involuntarily emitted instead of retained. While it was in the liquid, the unknown potion had already declared complete failure.
Regarding this, especially in the art of potion refining, Snape was very confident, even if his own magical strength was far inferior to that of his opponent! Obviously, Professor Anne didn't seem to have any talent in refining potions, because the other party added too much water...
"Well……"
After no longer paying attention to the little girl who was messing around and wasting her own potion materials, Snape began to patrol the classroom again, because now, his students' potions were almost completed, and the next one When they got down, he, the professor of Potions class, was about to start grading their results and recording their results.
"..."
The first thing Snape looked at was that of Neville from Gryffindor. Obviously, the other party's super powerful healing potion was perfect, and it was smelling of fragrance... I didn't say it, but the other party must have read the textbook. Some of the formulas have been improved, resulting in such a result that even he was a little surprised?
However, Snape did not praise this 'idiot' whom he had reprimanded in the first grade. He just did not expect that in addition to his amazing talent in Herbology, Snape could occasionally excel in Potions. Surprised yourself? Maybe, after the other party finishes the fifth grade exam and chooses to come to me to participate in the improvement class, I can teach him some secret insights and experiences?
Of course, the premise is that the other party can achieve excellent results, otherwise...
"Well?!"
Then soon, when Snape turned to the table near Harry and Ron, and after looking at the black and red potions in the other's cauldron that also exuded a bitter smell, he This made me even more determined to let the two of them have a drink later.
Of course, to be on the safe side, he could let them just drink a small cup, let them have a few diarrheas and realize the dire consequences of not taking the potion seriously.
"Um."
When he reached the stage in front of Hermione's group, Snape frowned involuntarily, and then gave a noncommittal 'hmm'.
That's not because the other party didn't do well, but because the other party did it too...too dogmatically!
He can even guess that this know-it-all lady must have copied the textbook exactly. All the steps, time and even the size of the pills are exactly the same as in the book. She has not made any changes or thought about what to do. Improvements are made based on the actual situation, so the results are at a very standard level, nothing more!
Of course, that doesn't mean that what the other party did was wrong or bad. If his Slytherin students and other students could do the same as this know-it-all lady, then Snape would be too Save your worries. Anyway, Neville Longbottom and Miss Know-It-All’s potion will definitely be bottled and recycled later, and then sent to Ms. Poppy Pomfrey’s place in the school doctor’s office. After all, it is an excellent level of super powerful treatment. medicine.
"..."
"Decora..."
Looking at the Slytherin student in front of him who he took good care of, Snape shook his head and left with regret. Because he saw that the other party did very poorly. Anyway, it was worse than Neville and Miss Know-It-All just now. This made him feel very unhappy. Compared with Neville and Miss Know-It-All, they were far inferior. This made him originally The idea of finding a reason to add some points to Slytherin House came to nothing.
"Well?!"
Sniff! Sniff!
Suddenly, Snape seemed to have discovered something, and began to sniff hard twice. He first glanced around the classroom in confusion, but did not find any students. After discovering the source of the strange smell in the cauldron, he Suddenly remembering something, I turned my head and looked in the direction next to the classroom podium.
Obviously, Professor Anne's crucible, which he thought had completely failed in refining medicine, had undergone unexpected changes?
'It smells so good...'
'What potion is that?'
'have no idea……'
'But, it smells delicious...'
'Why does the potion taste like food? '
'Anyway, it's definitely different from what we're doing. It looks so high-end, it must be a great magic potion! '
'It smells so good, I really want to eat it...'
'Hey! Ron, your saliva dripped onto my robe! ! '
'ah! '
'...'
As the fragrance became stronger and stronger, the students, whether they were completed or unfinished, stopped what they were doing, wagged their noses vigorously, stretched their necks and looked towards the tumbling figure. He smelled in the direction of the crucible where some potion was boiling.
"Well……"
I never thought that I had made a mistake just now?
"Professor Anne, what kind of potion is this? Why have I never heard of a formula for this kind of fragrance?"
Snape, who thought that the other party had not failed to refine, but had succeeded, stared at the boiling and rolling crucible in confusion for a while, and found that although the magic contained in it was not too much, it could not be said to be a failure based on the smell alone. When he couldn't understand the potion, he humbly asked a little girl who was standing on a chair, staring through the steam into the pot, and inhaling hard as if to enjoy it. .
"Huh?"
∑(??△｀)? !
"Who told you this is a potion? It's not a potion at all!!"
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After all, how could Professor Anne waste a whole class here making those messy potions? Obviously, that kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen to her.
"..."
"Then what are you doing?"
Snape was stunned for a moment, then moved a little closer, and after smelling the rich magical fragrance for a while, he asked again.
He expressed his confusion about this. He didn't know what the little girl was doing, and he didn't know what the other party was planning.
"You're so stupid! Of course this is stew!"
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"However, I added a little bit of medicinal ingredients, and now it smells really delicious. Do you want to come and try it?"
o(?????????????)o─??Here!
After saying that, little Annie swallowed her saliva and thought for a moment, then generously inserted a piece of meat from the pot with a long bamboo skewer, and then handed it directly to the other party.
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(Tibbers will not tell the big black-haired Snape in front of him that the reason why his little mistress is so generous is actually because she doesn’t know whether it tastes good or not, and she doesn’t know whether it’s so delicious or not. Will the messy potions kill people in the future, so there is always a need for a trial now?)
"..."
Snape took it, stared at it, smelled it, and then his throat moved involuntarily.
After a while, after the unknown piece of meat was no longer so hot, and I really couldn't resist the temptation of the aroma, I frowned again, gritted my teeth, and tentatively raised the bamboo stick and pulled it out. The piece of meat was carefully placed in his mouth.
"!!"
"It's delicious. You should have added some cinnamon peel..."
His eyes lit up, and he felt that this pot of meat was very different from the ones he had eaten before. It had an alternative flavor. After thinking about it, he took another step forward and directly inserted a bamboo skewer into a piece of rolled meat. The floating meat.
"Haha, it's pretty good, isn't it?"
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Seeing that the other person didn't look like anything would happen after eating two pieces in a row, little Annie smiled with relief. Thinking about it this way, her potions lesson today must have been a success.
"Professor Anne, what kind of animal meat is this?"
Snape, who said he had never eaten such an animal, said that when he had time, it seemed that he could buy some with his extra gold galleons and make a stew himself?
Anyway, after eating two pieces, he already knew almost the ingredients used by the other party. There must be narcissus root, ginger slices, mandrake, Abyssinian shrunken figs, expanded bean pods, cinnamon bark, and some other ingredients. Yes... there is something else that he hasn't figured out, but it doesn't matter, he will definitely figure it out after eating a few more pieces!
After all, Snape was an expert when it came to potions!
"I won't let you eat it!!"
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However, before Snape could reach out the bamboo stick in his hand for the third time, little Annie quickly reached out to protect her cauldron.
"I'm telling you, it's the meat of a ball-escape bird, but I managed to catch it with great difficulty!"
ヾ(￣▽￣)Goodbye~!
After saying that, Annie was not afraid of the hot crucible, she stretched out her arms to hug it, and disappeared in a flash.
"..."
After discovering that the other party disappeared in an instant, leaving only the slightly burnt table, Snape was stunned for a while, and then suddenly came back to his senses. It seemed that... this was his classroom, and his students were in his classroom. Looking at him from behind and swallowing?
"Well?!"
"What are you looking at? Have all your potions been completed? Humph! Anyone who has not completed it, or is inconsistent with the description in the textbook, must give me a recipe assignment filled with ten sheets of parchment before the next class. !”
After putting away the bamboo stick with some embarrassment, Snape didn't even wipe the oil on his mouth, and turned directly towards the students who could only watch and smell but couldn't eat at all. Face.
"Now, who can tell me what kind of animal the ball escaper is?"
"All right……"
"Miss Hermione Granger?"
As soon as he asked the question, he noticed that the know-it-all lady raised her hand again. Snape, who was eager to know what kind of animal it was, had no choice but to nod towards the other party.
"professor!"
"The Ball Escaper is a fat, downy bird that cannot fly but can move instantaneously. It is native to Mauritius... but it is difficult to catch because our wizard's spell cannot easily hit her and the trap is too tight. Don’t stop it!”
"It is said that the long blue hairs on their heads are very precious and can be made into extremely expensive sketching quills. They are said to be able to write down at least 10,000 words in an hour. It is very magical!!"
Soon, Hermione, who had seen the ball escaper from miscellaneous books like "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", explained it clearly in a few words, proudly puffed up her little chest, and waited. Bonus points for the professor's praise and the envy of the classmates.
"……."
"Very good! What you said is probably correct, but there are no extra points because it has nothing to do with the content of Potions class!"
Snape stared at the little girl coldly, and then motioned to the red-faced, seemingly angry Miss Know-It-All to sit down quickly. It's a pity that the other party is from Gryffindor, and if it were given to one of their Slytherin students, he would definitely add ten points to the other party's answer to that question.
"Now!"
"Everyone, stand up, clear your tables, collect unused materials and finished potions, put them in categories, and I will give you a score!"
"Also, remember what I just said, if you haven't completed it, please hand in your homework next class?"
After saying that, before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Snape snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the medicine room behind the classroom podium.
He believes that his students will definitely handle everything, because anyone who does not have those 'good habits' has been dealt with by him many times in the past three years!
"Write the writing pen in an hour?!"
"Hey! Is that true? Hermione, where can I sell it?!"
Ron suddenly felt that if he had such a feather pen, he would definitely write fast and good at the speed of copying his homework. By By By Hermione's notes.
"..."
It is obviously the same as Ron's Harry's thoughts, so he also made it towards Hermione, because he also wanted to know, where would he be sold in that kind of pen, and then he could choose a mail order. ?
"..."
Hermione didn't speak, he just gave the two of them a white eyes, and then quickly packed his desktop, and carefully packed his perfect pharmaceutical to the clean bottle. Because, now Professor Snape is staring at the medicinal room behind the podium, they dare to speak before get out of class, are they all crazy?
Besides, what she just said was true or false, she didn't know, because it was just written in the book, so she just used the word 'say'.
…
For a long time, the ringtone of the get out of class bell at the moment finally sounded. When the students were cheering and left get out of class under Snape's eyes, they left the class and leave the black -headed Snape quickly to score the students and hold the Hermione and Nawei's. After the potion left, a plush bears that had been forgotten took a patted their butt and jumped off the table by the podium.
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（没办法，某个糟心的小主子有了吃的就把它提伯斯给忘在这里了，所以，它现在只能自己走回到城堡顶部的那个房间里去了……幸好，这个Hogwarts Castle is a magic school, there are many messy spells such as deformation or changing spells, and there are many messy spells. Even if it is seen by it, you do n’t have to worry about causing onlookers.)
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