Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

Hermione was a little surprised and a little panicked for a moment.

To her pleasant surprise, someone actually took the initiative to ask her for information. What was alarming was that she had never taught others and had no experience at all.

"Well...it's just a discussion about learning, because I think if I have any learning difficulties, Professor Snape won't answer me." Louis was afraid that Hermione would think too much, so he hurriedly explained.

"I do, of course I do, so when do we start?" Hermione said quickly, "No, I mean, let's start now."

After saying that, he slapped the book on the table and pushed it in front of Louis. This level of love for learning really shocked Louis.

"I think you misunderstood. I mean that the practical operation and practical learning of Potions just need to be done, you know?" Louis always felt that his words were a bit twisted, especially in front of Hermione.

However, the twelve-year-old girl didn't think much about it. She pondered for a while and then said: "But this learning requires space and materials. It won't work without a lot of foundation accumulation."

Louis had already thought about this, and he glanced at the big clock in the restaurant. The time was almost right, and a lot of owls flew in from outside, each looking for its owner.

A brown owl carrying a large bag of paper items fell in front of Louis and the others.

"Errol!?" Ron and Harry were a little surprised when they saw this stupid owl. How could the Weasley family's owl appear here?

Louis slapped his forehead. He had previously entrusted Mr. Weasley to help purchase a lot of potion refining materials. He was thinking of preparing the potion himself, and if possible, inventing the potion and selling it as a way to make a fortune, but This process must be difficult.

Everyone opened the package and found a variety of materials inside, such as narcissus roots, bezoar, bicorn horns, black beetle eyes, etc.

These materials cost the Wiggins family a lot of money. Of course, he couldn't let Mr. Weasley pay for it himself. He kept a small part of the pile of gold coins he exchanged in Diagon Alley for himself, and the rest was all Give it to Arthur.

"The only thing we need now is a venue, but I know there is a place that is a good place to refine potions." Hermione reminded Louis.

"I know Hermione, but let's change places. I've found this place." Louis quickly stopped Hermione from continuing.

Who wants to mix potions in the girls' washroom, where they'll look crazy and there's Moaning Myrtle there?

"Then let's say it, I will definitely train you to be the best potion master." Hermione winked mischievously, "I went to see Mrs. Pince, and I agreed to borrow books from the library. "

After Hermione left, Harry stepped forward and asked Louis: "Why are you suddenly interested in Potions, and why do you want Hermione to teach you?"

Louis smiled and said nothing. The reason why he wanted to find Hermione was not only because of her good studies, but more importantly, the second-year Hermione was able to make such a complex potion as Polyjuice Potion. She was indeed very knowledgeable in potions.

In the remaining time, Louis, Colin, and Ginny followed Harry and Ron to get a general understanding of the entire Hogwarts castle. Louis felt that the entire school was very similar to a well-known Muggle institution.

"Hey, Harry." When everyone was walking outside the Quidditch pitch, a tall and thin boy, who looked about sixteen years old, was absolutely handsome.

He greeted everyone, holding a broomstick in his hand.

"Oliver." Harry responded friendly. The person who came was none other than the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, Oliver Wood, who served as the goalkeeper.

"Professor McGonagall informed me that the first game of the new semester against Slytherin is next week, so I have to hurry up and train." Wood is very responsible for the Quidditch team, but Louis could not join the Quidditch team in the first year. The Diqiyuan team couldn’t help but feel a little pity.

"Harry is the Seeker of Gryffindor. He was admitted as an exception during his first year." Ron explained to everyone, but Colin Creevey looked confused.

"What is a Seeker?"

"Oh, this is a position in Quidditch. The goal of the seeker is to catch the golden snitch. When the snitch is caught, it means the game is over, and the team will get one hundred and fifty points. Of course, it does not mean catching The team with the snitches wins." Wood told everyone about the rules of Quidditch. Of course, only Colin didn't understand this.

The morning passed by, and Louis ushered in his first class at Hogwarts, Potions.

Snape's classroom was arranged in the dungeon of the castle. Walking down from the first floor, a dark atmosphere suddenly hit your face.

Severus Snape had no expression on his face, and as soon as he entered the classroom, he gave everyone a warning:

"In my class, you are not allowed to talk or whisper to each other. If you have questions, just raise your hands. Of course, I don't like students to ask questions in class. Do you have any opinions?"

Seeing that everyone was silent, Snape turned around and wrote on the blackboard beside him. As he wrote, he said, "I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of pharmaceutical technology. Think about it, simmering medicinal materials in a big steamer At this time, the potion slowly boils, white smoke curls up, and the liquid flows in the human veins. The liquid with incomparable subtle power can simply intoxicate your heart and fascinate all your senses. I can teach you how. Increase reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death, but the premise is that you are not the kind of fools I often encounter."

"It's like the Auschwitz concentration camp. Even he can't escape death. It seems that everyone is a fool in his eyes." Louis said in a voice that only he and Ginny could hear.

"What is Auschwitz?" Ginny expressed confusion.

"I said you are not allowed to talk in my class." Snape suddenly turned around and stared in the direction of Louis and Ginny.

"Mr. Wiggins, do you seem to have any objections to my words?" Snape's gray eyes were locked on Louis, and for a moment everyone in the classroom looked towards Louis.

"Without a professor, I think potions is a very fascinating subject." Louis said, the two looked at each other, and there seemed to be some sparks.

"Oh? Really? Since you like potions so much, you must have some insights into it. Stand up and answer my question. I hope you won't be as stupid as Potter last year." Snape said, then Beautiful hair shines in the dungeon.

"Harry is not an idiot!" Colin on the side suddenly retorted loudly, like a fan group defending idols.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Your behavior is very stupid Mr. Creevey." Snape did not turn around. Gryffindor had already lost some points.

Lewis stood up, and he motioned to Colin to stop speaking.

"Very well, if I have a sleepy bean, how should I handle it efficiently so that its bean juice can come out quickly." Snape asked, his eyes never leaving Louis.

"Cut it with a silver scimitar, sir. Of course, the most efficient way is to squeeze it with the side of the blade." Louis answered confidently. This method was thought up by Snape himself.

"Then if I were to detoxify someone else, what would be the fastest way to detoxify it?"

"Use bezoar, Professor, it can cure all poisons."

"If I need to make a demulcent, what formula should I use?" Snape's speaking speed suddenly increased.

"Using moonstone powder and hellebore syrup, I think this is required for O.L.W.s, professor." Louis answered fluently.

"Humph, that's right." Snape paused for a long time, then turned around and walked back to the podium, "One of the purposes of your studies now is to prepare for the fifth-year Ordinary Wizard Qualification Certificate exam."

"It seems that Gryffindors are not all idiots. However, they are still too arrogant and have the same virtue as Miss Granger. Two points will be deducted from Gryffindor." In response to Louis' answer, Snape still activated His ruthless pattern of deducting points.

In the following time, Snape showed everyone the magic of potions, including the preparation of some very simple potions to treat burns. Of course, almost everyone in the classroom except Louis was scolded by Snape.

Either the decoction was spilled, the wrong ingredients were put in, or the steps were incorrect, causing the color to change.

So much so that by the end of the Potions class, everyone looked dejected.

"Go back and study hard. The homework is a report on the effectiveness of various parts of the fire dragon. get out of class is over!"

When Snape said "get out of class is over", the students all jumped out of the room, and Colin kept complaining, dissatisfied that Gryffindor had seven points deducted in the first period.

"That's what Snape is like, who calls him the Dean of Slytherin." Louis didn't care about this, but he felt that Snape must have been thinking in his heart at that time: You are the worst class of students I have ever brought up.

"Let's go, don't be late for the next Charms class." Louis waved to the two of them and ran towards Ravenclaw Tower.