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It wasn't until Friday afternoon that Rosie set foot on the road to the Potions classroom at Claire's urging.
"You have already deducted thirty points from Gryffindor. If you are deducted again, you will be hostile to those classmates who value college points!" Claire said.
The Potions classroom is underground in Hogwarts. From the map, it is also part of the Slytherin dungeons.
Of course, not the hidden snow area.
Walking on the dark and damp stone steps, you will step on dark green moss from time to time, which feels slippery to the touch.
"The environment here is terrible!"
Rossi muttered in a low voice, "I don't know how Slytherin students can endure living in this kind of environment all year round."
Claire chuckled: "That's why they became so insidious and cunning."
At this moment, a group of people passing through the intersection happened to run into the Slytherins who were in the same class.
The Slytherin prefect who took the lead glared at Rosie and the others fiercely, apparently hearing their conversation.
Um...I'll never talk about others behind their back again!
Rossi turned his head to look at Claire, only to see the other person sticking out his tongue playfully.
Entering the classroom, Snape stood quietly in front of the blackboard with his hair looking like it hadn't been washed for a long time.
The moment she saw him, Rossi suddenly remembered the rumors she had heard from others before that he might have to teach 28 hours a day.
Well~ if the rumors are true, then it’s normal to have an oily head, and you’re lucky if you don’t lose it all!
Thinking of this, Rossi couldn't help but laugh softly.
Due to Snape's cold aura, all the students who entered this classroom became silent and found their seats to sit down quietly without saying a word.
So even though Rossi's laughter was small, it was still very noticeable in this environment.
Snape turned around abruptly, staring intently at Rossi's face.
In an instant, everyone in the classroom, including the Slytherin students, became angry and did not dare to speak out.
"Haha, isn't this an outstanding Auror from the Ministry of Magic? Why, are you willing to condescend to come to my Potions class today?"
Snape's expression was as cold as ice, and there was no warmth in his tone.
Listening to this sarcasm, Rosie suddenly felt depressed.
If I had known this, I should have been firmer just now, not wasting time and being ridiculed by him.
Secretly regretting it, Rossi resisted the urge to shake his head and leave. He smiled dryly and made an excuse: "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't find this place in the last class, so I couldn't come to class."
"On the way here, we heard from Rosie that the environment in the Slytherin dungeon was terrible and she didn't want to set foot in it. The people in our college have become insidious and treacherous just because they live here!"
The one who spoke was the Slytherin boy who had been cheated by Rossi in the Muggle Studies class before.
Who are you, snitching at such an old age?
Looking at the boy whose name he didn't know looking at him provocatively, Rossi couldn't help but feel speechless.
After waiting for a few seconds, Snape, who didn't see Rossi's argument, looked at her with a bit of disgust in his eyes:
"For your rude words, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"
As soon as these words came out, Rossi immediately heard an uproar behind him.
"No, professor, that's not Rossi..."
Claire stood up and wanted to explain, but Rossi pulled her back to the chair.
Rossi took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Professor Snape, in fact, I have been detected by my family since I was a child. I have no talent for potions, and I can't even prepare normal potions. So I feel that there is no need for me to study in magic." Medicine class is a waste of time.”
"Talent is not the only criterion for judging a person's ability."
Snape said coldly, "I don't think this is a reason for you not to take Potions class."
Hey, you still don’t believe it, it’s time for you to see what skill locking is!
Rossi murmured in his mind, raised his head and looked at Snape with sincere and innocent eyes:
"No, Professor, even if the best potions master teaches you step by step, I still can't make the simplest blood-enhancing potion."
As expected, Snape didn't believe Rossi's words at all: "Absurd! Do you think I would believe this nonsense?"
"Then you can guide me and give it a try? In fact, if possible, I would also like to learn how to make potions!"
Rosie looked at Snape sincerely and murmured funny in her heart: He must think I won't cry until I see the coffin, right?
Snape looked at Rossi with a gloomy expression. After a few seconds, a sneer suddenly appeared on his lips:
"If I confirm that you are lying, Gryffindor will deduct 100 points for your lies!"
After hearing his words, all the students in the classroom couldn't help but take a breath.
Claire quietly pulled down Rosie's sleeve, and shook her head anxiously at Rosie who was looking sideways, signaling her to quickly apologize to Snape.
"Do not worry!"
Silently making such a mouth gesture, Rossi smiled confidently and turned to look at Snape, "Then if it proves me, I hope Professor Snape can allow me not to come to potions class in the future, and will be responsible for this." The deducted college points will be added back."
"Of course, if that happens."
As a potions expert, Snape would never believe such an outrageous thing.
He quickly walked to the low cabinet placed on the wall, picked out a large amount of potion making materials and placed them in front of Rosie.
"Select three dried nettles with a rhizome diameter of 2mm, add 1cm of the middle section of the rhizome to a mortar, and grind it into fine powder."
Snape crossed his arms over his chest and said coldly.
Um...which one is dried nettle?
Looking at the table full of materials in front of him, Rossi couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.
"What? Are you waiting for me to handle the materials for you?"
Snape said coldly, "I don't think it has much to do with talent, which can be remembered by taking more notes."
"notes?"
An idea flashed in Rossi's mind, and he immediately remembered the photos of "Flamel's Notes" that were included in the system folder.
With his fingers hidden under the desk, Rossi quickly found the record about dried nettles in his notes.
Fortunately, Flamel's notes were detailed enough. They not only drew the appearance of dried nettles, but also described in detail their morphological characteristics and the differences between similar species.
This allowed Rossi to accurately identify dried nettles from the pile of materials in front of him.
Just after taking care of this according to Snape's request, I heard him speak again:
"Add 3 parts of bat spleen into the crucible, add 2 pairs of puffer fish eyes into a mortar and grind them into fine powder, then add two parts of the powder into the crucible and stir evenly."
"Heat on low for 30 seconds, then add 3 parts of dry nettle powder to the crucible and heat on high for 15 seconds."
"Finally, wave the wand to put the crucible into high-pressure mode to quickly form the potion."
Every time Snape spoke, Rosie followed it exactly. Even her movements of waving the wand were copied exactly after asking Snape.
However, the materials put into the crucible were simmered in the boiling special soup for a long time, but there was still no sign of fusion.
"Merlin's beard! What's going on?"
"Every step of the operation was perfect, and in the end, the high-pressure mode was indeed activated with magic. How could the potion not be boiled? This is not magic at all!!"
The scene that happened before them made the students doubt their knowledge of potions.
Watching the decoction in the crucible slowly drying up, Snape couldn't help but widen his eyes.
After a moment of silence, he still said reluctantly:
"I will prepare the materials for you, you are only responsible for making them!"
"Okay, then I'll bother Professor Snape."
Rossi nodded briskly, watching Snape handle the materials with his long and white hands with a contented expression.
As for herself, under the supervision of the other party, she easily put the processed materials into the crucible, adjusted the heat, and finally waved the wand.
