A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 593 "Advanced Potion Making"

During the Potions class, the students stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Harry and Snape.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

"I, I'm looking at the steps." Harry faltered.

"What's in your hand, give it to me!"

Harry showed obvious rejection, and subconsciously hid the parchment behind him, but Snape walked over and snatched it away.He began to read the text above.

Harry gritted his teeth with anger, and he didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't stir the cauldron like Crabbe and Goyle, and seriously violated classroom discipline, so why bother him?

Soon, Snape's expression became uncertain, he moved between the parchment and Harry, and looked at him in a way that made Harry very uncomfortable, and he subconsciously used Occlumency.

A mocking smile tugged from the corner of Snape's mouth.

Harry felt a surge of relief for no reason.He actually started expecting Snape to pick on him and ask him where he got these things so he could say 'I got some help from Professor Hype and the Half-Blood Prince, I honestly think they teach better . '

He didn't care that Snape had published many papers on the new material Blast-end snail larva mucus some time ago. At that time, some newspapers commented that he was "only one recommender away" from the Merlin Medal. He only knew that he and Snape had exchanged Hate, every time this kind of hatred weakened a little, Snape had a way to push Harry's disgust back to a new high with a sentence or two, or even a look or two.

But Snape ignored Harry.

He went around to the other side and reached out to take away the textbooks on the table. Ron and Neville groaned weakly from their throats, as if they were strangled, but Harry shook his head at them, and they were immediately relieved. Come.

Hermione snorted softly through her nose.

Snape flipped through the textbook, but it was just a very ordinary textbook, except that he found two more pages of parchment from it.Harry didn't even need to look at it to know that it recorded the simplified operation steps of moderator and enhancer, because it was stuffed in by himself.

Snape read very seriously, the only sound in the classroom was the sound of the cauldron boiling, and soon the white steam began to fill the whole room, but the students in class seemed to have forgotten to take care of their homework, and stared at it intently. side.

Snape put down the parchment, his hooked nose looming in the steam.

"I underestimated you, Potter." He said calmly: "Obviously, you have once again gained something that doesn't belong to you with your unexpected fame. Maybe I should check out the members of the 'Harry Potter Fan Club' The list, the names on it may surprise me."

"It's very interesting, I'll check it out." Harry gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but think: ask where it came from, he can't wait...

"You should call me 'Sir', or 'Professor'." Snape said coldly, and he turned back through the layers of hazy fog to return to the podium. "Harry Potter, tampering with textbooks, operating in violation of regulations, and contradicting the teacher, how many points should I deduct for you?"

Although he couldn't see the eyes, Harry could still feel a malicious look on him.

The Gryffindors glared at Snape.

"I thought a normal professor would reward whimsy that conforms to the norm!" A choked voice echoed through the fog.

"Who!" Snape yelled angrily, but the voice died away.He waved his sleeves, the window suddenly opened, the pearly white mist in the classroom was drained in the blink of an eye, the students below stared at him blankly, Harry noticed Seamus quietly took his hand away from his throat, he was sure There must be a wand hidden in that baggy robe.

"No one admits it? Huh?" Snape said slowly, the students were immediately frightened, it was obvious that Snape was quite satisfied with the atmosphere in the class, he took out a note from nowhere, spread it out Picking up the quill pen on the podium without slowing down, soaking up the ink:

"Let me see, Gryffindors deduct five each—"

"Wait!" Harry yelled, feeling like he had to do something.Snape stopped cooperatively, his eyes revealed the skill and cunning of a hunter driving his prey, which let Harry know that all his struggles were of no avail. The memory of teaching materials jumped out.Harry cried out, "You can't deny the method unless you want to deny yourself—"

As soon as the words came out, both Harry and Snape froze.

Hermione was also stunned, she thought of something, inhaled lightly, and looked at Snape in disbelief.

"Shut up, Potter," said Snape, "sit down—and you, I want to see what you can deliver in this class!" Walking around, pointing out the mistakes of the students one by one.

Harry sat down dazedly, staring blankly at his cauldron.

"It's yours, Harry!" said Ron from the sidelines. "We've got to hurry up, there's not much time left, huh? I thought I was going to run out of steam before, but now it's just right."

Harry didn't listen much to the afternoon class, and Sirius asked him what's wrong, and he got away with his stomach upset.In the evening, he, Ron, and Hermione were doing their homework in the library. Ron was surprisingly efficient today, finishing his homework an hour earlier than Harry.

He even spared no effort to look through the fifth grade Potions textbook given by Professor Haipu.

"It's a pity, I can only read the words written by Professor Haip clearly, the other person's handwriting is too scribbled." Ron couldn't help muttering, his eyes were almost on the page, staring at the black ink blot .

Hermione's attitude was very complicated. What she did was to help organize the notes, but she was determined not to follow the above content.

"Hermione, everything Snape taught in class was wrong." Ron showed her the steps in the textbook.

"That's a textbook error," said Hermione quietly.

"Well—what did you say?"

"If you listen carefully to the class, you will find that Snape will show the ingredients and preparation methods on the blackboard every time. Don't you think that the things on it are exactly the same as the textbook?"

Ron stared at her dumbfounded, and even Harry, who was a little depressed, stared at her.

Hermione sighed, "Harry, you can't just listen to half of what you are obedient to. Although Professor Haip hinted that Professor Snape is a half-blood prince, he also said the same thing. Snape taught the orthodox method—"

"Wait!" Ron snarled, "Half-Blood Prince? Who? You mean Snape? Him?" He stared at Harry and Hermione's faces, successfully obtaining some kind of evidence. "You... all know? When did it happen? Why don't I know?"

He threw a barrage of questions, but neither Harry nor Hermione answered him.Harry was in a depressed mood and didn't want to answer, while Hermione was packing up his things quickly, packing parchment, ink bottles, and textbooks into the schoolbag, zipping it up, and standing up quickly.

"Where are you going?" Ron called.

"Of course I ran away quickly. Just to remind you, Mrs. Pince will show up in about ten seconds." She slipped away quickly.

Harry and Ron froze for a few seconds, Qiqi yelled, and quickly packed up their things. As expected, a few seconds later, the sulky face of the librarian Mrs. Pince appeared, full of anger.

"Yelling in the library! What's that? Scribbling on a book? Gross profanity! Despicable behavior—"

"This is my book!" Harry yelled, grabbed the potions textbook from her, and ran out of the library with all kinds of odds and ends, followed by a flying feather duster. He and Luo En Du took a few hits.

"Too bad, couldn't Hermione tell us in advance?" Ron rubbed the back of his head indignantly, "It's all swollen."

When she returned to the lounge, Hermione was sitting gracefully reading a book.

Ron immediately lost his temper, and kept scolding her, which made Hermione's eyebrows twitch.Although Harry also complained, he had other things to do, so he used the earplug spell, interrupted Ron, and asked, "Hermione, have you thought about Firenze and Luna's prophecy recently?"

"You're still thinking about it," said Hermione, seeming to have forgotten about it.

"Merlin's beard," Ron said excitedly, immediately forgetting his attitude just now, as if he wasn't the one who scolded Hermione before. "That's a prophecy pointing to the Deathly Hallows, we can even take it as evidence of the real existence of the Deathly Hallows!"

"Maybe," said Hermione lightly, "Remember what we discussed last time? The Elder Wand may be real, but the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak—"

"Harry's Invisibility Cloak could be one of them," said Ron, and those were possibilities they'd discussed.

"Well, I don't want to argue with you," said Hermione, "but the Resurrection Stone." She said firmly, "There can't be such a thing, at most, at most, some fake imitations that are fake, with greatly reduced efficacy , it may even be an evil weapon, it can only be used to control the army of Yin corpses or something."

Harry and Ron stared at her. They were also used to hearing the truth, but helplessly, they couldn't come up with any evidence to refute it, just like before.So right now, I can only listen to Hermione repeating it again.

"First of all, in the fairy tale of the legend of the three brothers, the resurrection stone cannot bring people back to life. Remember, the second child who got the resurrection stone committed suicide in the end; secondly, all existing magic theories do not support resurrection from death. There are more similar substitutes, such as ghosts, magical portraits, the memory of classroom seven, and even..." Hermione made a mouth gesture, and Harry and Ron knew that she wanted to say Horcrux.

"...It's nothing more than forcibly dragging a wisp of remnant soul to linger in the world."

"The Time-Turner barely counts?" Harry asked softly.

"But it can't support the return of a person who is actually dead—as a living person!" Hermione said firmly, "Remember Ms. Grey, as long as the dead person chooses to 'go', no one can stop it. "

"And finally, I don't know if you have noticed, Luna's prophecy—let's consider it a prophecy. It says that she passed the resurrection stone, which means that she will not be able to get the resurrection stone in the end, or use the resurrection stone to satisfy her. own wishes."

After a moment of silence, Harry said, "Hermione, maybe you're right, but that doesn't stop Luna's prophecy from mentioning the Resurrection Stone - or something like that - at school. If so, it would be In whose hands is it?"

"Principal Dumbledore?" Ron guessed, "Or it's on Professor Hemp!"

"That's not certain," said Harry, "it's likely that the owner didn't know it himself."

"What do you mean?"

"The Elder Wand should look like an ordinary wand, right? If it stands out, it can be seen at a glance, and it won't become an unsolved mystery." Harry said, "The Resurrection Stone may be the same, just Like—like—" He racked his brains for examples.

"The Philosopher's Stone?" said Hermione.

"That's right!" Harry slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "I've seen the Sorcerer's Stone and even touched it! Compared with the huge fame, its appearance looks very ordinary. I mean, it's a piece of color A bright red stone, it doesn't even compare to moonstone."

Of course Ron and Hermione knew what moonstone was. It was a very useful material for potions, and it could also be used in jewelry - as long as it was polished a little, these stones would bloom with a moonlight-like blue or bright color. White iridescence.

"Then there's no way to find it," said Ron disappointedly.

"Seriously," Hermione looked up from the book, "do you realize that there are less than four weeks left for the OWLs exam? Even if you can make up the exam, I doubt that after a year of delay, you will still be able to take the exam before graduation." To get enough NEWTs certificate."

Harry and Ron immediately became like roosters, losing all temper and lazily starting to do their homework.After a while, Hermione dropped the book in her hand, stood up and left as a victor.

"I'll give it back to you, I've finished watching."

As the exam was approaching, everyone was studying hard. Although Harry was yawning profusely, he still tried to read the words in the textbook clearly.At this time, the "Advanced Potion Making" left by Hermione seemed very attractive, and Harry had always wanted to read the description of Polyjuice Potion in it.

"How did you do it?" He rubbed his forehead sleepily.

"What?" asked Ron, who was devouring his History of Magic textbook, which seemed unbelievable to Harry.If Ron didn't doze off for five minutes after watching it, it meant he was behaving abnormally.

"You look like you're on a high," Harry said, yawning again, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What's a stimulant? Never mind, it doesn't matter. But I did drink something."

Ron looked around and furtively took out a small bottle of potion from his pocket.

Harry stared blankly at the glass bottle, he recognized the contents, after all he had just seen it in today's Potions class——

"Vitality tonic?"

"Shh! Smuggled it out of class," said Ron, handing it under the table to Harry, who suddenly understood why Ron had been so energetic all afternoon, and Ron said in a low voice, "We need it, It's just right for us."

Harry suddenly felt a little moved. The effect of this potion is to temporarily increase the vitality of the user and make people energetic.

"How did it work?" Harry whispered, feeling he had to ask, because a few weeks ago their grades were hovering between 'pass' and 'fail', and he didn't have the guts to drink Ron— —or yourself—a potion that you personally dispensed.

If only Hermione was here.Harry thought she was absolutely trustworthy in this regard, having successfully brewed Polyjuice Potion in the second year, which lasted for an hour, and that was the content of the improvement class.

But on second thought, if Hermione knew, she would be more likely to immediately exercise her prefect power and confiscate the vial in his hand.

"It works great!" Ron said, pointing to himself.

In the next ten minutes, Ron enthusiastically promoted his potion, while Harry hesitated - he seriously suspected that Ron's enthusiasm came from the side effects of the potion, but it was not unacceptable. Take a sip.

"How does it taste?" Ron asked expectantly.

"Hmm... maybe not too bad?" Harry replied uncertainly, not aware of any effect.

"One more sip," urged Ron.

Harry took another sip when someone tapped him on the shoulder, "I heard you had a fight with Snape, Harry?" Harry choked, the potion sticking to his throat, and he began to violently Cough, it took a long time to recover.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," said Fred, spreading his hands. "What are you drinking? Scar water?"

Harry rolled his eyes at him sullenly.George sat next to him, took the small glass bottle from Harry's hand and looked at it carefully. The light blue liquid inside only covered the bottom layer of the bottle.George shook and sniffed again, "Vitality Potion?"

"Very knowledgeable." Ron pretended to praise.

"I hope you will take it strictly according to the instructions." Fred suddenly said.

"Otherwise?" Harry asked worriedly, but both Fred and George's faces showed both lingering fear and gloating.

"It's really nothing, but maybe I can't sleep." George said briefly.

"—Slightly excited." Fred said nostalgicly, regardless of the pale faces of the two.

After they left, some time later, the last person in the lounge also left.Only Harry and Ron were left, but they didn't feel like they were going to sleep at all. "It can't go on like this, there's class tomorrow." Harry made a quick decision and pulled Ron back to the dormitory.

But they lost sleep completely, tossed and turned in bed, and finally slipped back into the lounge.

"Unexpectedly, being energetic is also a kind of torture." Ron said, his eyes were fixed on Harry, and he had an idea for almost three seconds.He took out his history of magic textbook for a while, and planned to fight at night, and then wanted to practice magic with Harry, and now he proposed to go for a walk.

"You can read with me." Harry said, he was reading the "Advanced Potion Making" left by Hermione, and the chapter names on it were exciting enough: Potion of Living Hell, Polyjuice Potion, Infatuation water, Felicia, euphoria...

But he was mainly looking at the annotations of two people, and thinking that one of them might be from Snape in school, he got bored for a while.

Ron's symptoms tended to worsen. He began to become hysterical and had inexplicable worries. "What if I can't sleep anymore?" He said with a look of horror, "Or can't sleep after the effect of the medicine wears off?"

"That's the effect of Living Hell Potion." Harry couldn't help showing off the knowledge he had just seen, "If you need it, you can make one yourself in the future, provided we can go to the advanced class."

In the end, Ron made a very unreasonable request, which he would never say out of his mouth when he was normal.

"Knock me out," Ron said with a sad face.

"What?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

"I don't care! I'm going to sleep, I have class tomorrow," said Ron, and then he started babbling, pacing up and down the common room, coming over to tease Harry from time to time, and finally Harry pulled out his wand and agreed with Ron. Grace's request.

With a flash of red light, Ron passed out happily.

After Harry sent him back to the dormitory, he looked at Ron, who had a smile on his lips, and was suddenly a little terrified. What if he became like this in a while?
Who will stun him?
But when he saw Neville, Seamus and Dean sleeping soundly, Harry was a little relieved. If necessary, he could wake up one of them to help stun him before he caused more trouble. Own.

Harry returned to the lounge nervously with the small magic lamp, staring at the old textbook in a daze.

He glanced at the sky, the moon was still hanging high, and the far end of the Forbidden Forest was a touch of gray-green. He estimated that there were still four or five hours before dawn, which meant that he had a lot of free time to do what he wanted thing.Maybe it's a good idea to hang out?He suddenly thought of the idea Ron had suggested earlier, and his stomach churned.

Wouldn't the side effects of the potion have already started to take effect?
He murmured, "Call God for protection." A stag jumped out, its silver body was crystal clear, and its fur was clearly visible.Harry stroked the stag's antlers and head lightly, and the touch was very real.

The anxiety in his heart disappeared, and he continued to read the "Advanced Potion Making".

(End of this chapter)