Because Slytherin and Gryffindor had classes together all day on Friday, Hermione worked hard for this day, in order to earn more points than Dudley in the two Potions classes. I almost tore through the first grade potions textbook.
The Potions classroom is also in a basement, which is slightly cooler and colder than the main building of the castle above.
To be honest, Dudley didn't think brewing potion would be better in a place like this than in other places.
Personally, he prefers to stay at room temperature.
This allows for better control of temperature and heat.
Maybe it's Professor Snape's personal preference.
There were many glass jars placed along the wall of the potion room, and many animal specimens were soaked in them. Many of them were contraband prohibited by the wizarding world, which made Dudley very greedy.
As expected of a master of potions, the things on display are all rare items that are extremely difficult to obtain.
It was said that Snape himself had a small room where potion materials were stored. If that place was robbed, Dudley estimated that he would not be short of materials for many years.
But...80% will be hunted to the ends of the earth by Professor Snape.
"Brother D..." Harry whispered as he walked up to Dudley before class.
Harry told Dudley the day before that Hagrid invited him and Dudley to visit his cabin this afternoon.
What can I say about Hagrid? He's not a bad person. If he hadn't been rude to Vernon first, Dudley wouldn't have had a conflict with him. After getting Dudley's forgiveness, he also got Harry's forgiveness. After all, he was Hagrid. He is a good friend of Li's parents and knows a lot about his parents' past.
But if Dudley doesn't forgive Hagrid, then Harry won't forgive Hagrid either.
Even if they are forgiven now, the relationship between Harry and Hagrid is not very close. Dudley takes the lead in everything. If Dudley refuses, then he will refuse too.
Dudley agreed very happily. Hagrid's hut was on the border not far from the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest was a place that fascinated Dudley.
In other words, it is a place that everyone who loves herbs and potions likes.
Dangerous, but rich in resources.
But for Hagrid, after Dudley got along with him for a period of time, he evaluated Hagrid as 'simply terrible'. In Dudley's evaluation, this was not a complimentary term, but it could not be considered a derogatory term either.
The reason why he commented like this was because Hagrid reminded him of a person - a black whirlwind with a simple mind.
Of course, Hagrid was stronger than him, at least not as murderous and bloodthirsty.
Otherwise, Hagrid, who was at the same time as Fu Ren, would have been dubbed the Little Dark Lord, well...Physical Demon.
This was the first existence that made Dudley fearful.
With one minute left before class started, Professor Snape walked in from the door.
With cold and empty eyes, a big gutter nose, greasy hair, and a dark outfit, no matter how you look at Snape, he is the villain depicted in fairy tales. Not many young wizards will have a good first impression of him. .
Snape walked to the podium, picked up the roster and began to call the names.
Snape paused when Harry's name was called.
"Oh, look who this is? Harry Potter...a famous figure."
The strange way of speaking caused many young wizards to cover their mouths and laugh, including Malfoy and his followers. However, after Dudley looked around calmly, the entire Slytherin house was silent. Only a few Gryffindors who didn't know why were still snickering.
"You are here to learn how to prepare potions..."
Snape brought order to the classroom as soon as he opened his mouth. In terms of deterrence, he was no worse than Dudley.
"There's no silly waving of wands here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out... .I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death...but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."
Potions can do many things that magic spells can't do. Others may not be able to understand it, but Dudley understands it very well.
He has already experienced the magic of potions.
Even if he is unable to cast spells in the future, his achievements using only potions may not be worse than those of other wizards.
However, Dudley noticed that when Snape said these words, his eyes would look at Harry intentionally or unintentionally.
Is it because I think of my poor little aunt?
"Potter!" Snape suddenly raised his voice: "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"
"I don't know, sir." Harry answered very honestly.
He didn't even know what narcissus root powder and mugwort were.
Snape looked away from Harry's green eyes, fell on his face, and curled his lips with utmost contempt.
"Tsk, tsk...it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."
Another sarcastic comment, another burst of laughter, but this time no Slytherin was involved, it was all Gryffindors.
"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"
As he spoke, Snape's eyes fell on Harry's eyes again, staring into those green eyes.
In the deepest part of his eyes, there might be some hope.
Unfortunately, Harry's answer disappointed him again.
"I don't know, sir."
Harry shook his head, he really didn't know.
"I take it you didn't read a single book before term started, did you, Potter?"
The expression on Snape's face became more contemptuous, but the deepest part of his eyes was full of disappointment.
That person has left and will never come back. It is a pity that her children did not inherit her advantages.
"Potter, last question, what is the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?"
Aconitum?
Hearing this word, Harry instantly became energetic. He really knew this, and Dudley had told him specifically.
"They all make poison, sir."
Snape was stunned as soon as Harry spoke.
"Both Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolfsbane are plants of the genus Aconitum. They are both Aconitum, a slender, upright and poisonous perennial herb, especially the root tuber, which is highly toxic, with black skin and flowers. Bright and beautiful, its juice can be coated on arrows to make poisonous arrows to kill people or animals... It is sometimes used as poison for death row prisoners... Its flower language is 'malice'... Once poisoned accidentally... .First the heartbeat will slow down, then the whole body will become numb, then the heartbeat will gradually accelerate, confusion, coma, and finally failure and death..."
Harry kept talking like a machine gun, his eyes full of excitement, and finally there was a question he knew.
However, this kind of excitement has another meaning in the eyes of Slytherin in the classroom.
When it comes to other issues, you are submissive and know nothing about it. When poison is mentioned, you talk about it. When death is mentioned, your face is full of excitement.
Potter, there's something wrong with you.
