Hogwarts Crawler

Adam rubbed his hands and left the principal's office contentedly.

Just now, after he finished eating the coconut ice cream, he couldn't help but ran to Fox and asked politely if he could touch it. He just wanted to try it out and there was no loss. Unexpectedly, Fox stared at him for a while and nodded in agreement!

The feathers on the wings and tail of the Phoenix - in fact, it should be translated as the Phoenix - feel very smooth, and the fluff on the abdomen is extremely soft. The feeling of rubbing the fingertips is simply exciting~

It's a pity that Adam didn't dare to do too much for the first contact, otherwise he really wanted to pick Fox up and take a deep breath!

But as he came out of the intoxicated state just now, Adam couldn't help thinking again after waking up.

When he talked to Professor Dumbledore just now, he had another question that he didn't ask, that is, why did Nicolas Flamel trust him so easily and give him such an important thing?

A descendant of a friend who he had never met before, just because the other party was young, he could entrust the Philosopher's Stone to him?

But when he led the topic in this direction, Professor Dumbledore first cast the Fidelius Charm to attract his attention, and then slipped away without giving him a chance to ask questions...

Could it be that he and Nicolas Flamel really have some other relationship?

This question cannot be verified for the time being, so Adam did not dwell on it for too long, and simply forgot about it when he returned to the dormitory.

The next morning was Potions class. When Adam took out the crucible, Eugene beside him didn't say anything, but Cologne, who was standing a body away, couldn't help but said:

"Wait a minute, are you going to use the crucible from yesterday to cook potions... You won't continue to use it to cook food in the future, right?"

I don't know what he thought of, Cologne looked green:

"I don't want to eat dishes made in a crucible that has been used to cook Flobberworms..."

"Don't worry, Flobberworms can't be thrown directly into the crucible. We usually use its juice."

"Is this the key to the problem?!"

Adam spread his hands:

"What's the problem? Cleaning the crucible can clean it very well... And to be honest, Flobberworm juice is a very common thickener in potions. Don't you have to drink these potions too?"

"That's different!"

Cologne shook his head desperately. Drinking potions is something you have to do when you are sick, but eating the food made by Adam is for enjoyment.

How desperate must one be to take the initiative to eat that kind of thing!

"This is not the crucible from before."

Eugene suddenly spoke.

Adam looked at him in surprise:

"How did you find out?"

The crucible does have a mark to distinguish it, but the mark is made on the bottom of the pot. Apart from that, these crucibles are copied with double cards, so there should be no difference at all.

Eugene thought for a while and said:

"I guessed that you have high requirements for the quality of life and you should not save money in such places."

Even if the crucible can be cleaned by cleaning it, the psychological effect will still affect the mood of eating. Unless there is a special hobby in this regard, it is impossible for Adam, who doesn't like the food made by the school and cooks it himself, not to be reluctant to buy a crucible.

"Wow~Eugene, you are really great!"

Adam applauded Eugene's wit, while Cologne looked at Adam in shock:

"What did you just do...?"

"He was teasing you."

Bernard sighed and ruffled his partner's hair.

Potions class requires two people to attend in groups. Originally, it was not easy to divide five people in a dormitory. However, Uther didn't know when he got along with the students in a certain female dormitory, and just happened to be grouped with the extra people in that dormitory.

"Bang——"

The sound of the door suddenly opening made the originally noisy classroom quiet. Professor Snape strode to the side of the podium, and the corners of his dark robe rolled behind him, like a group of bats following the footsteps of the devil.

Turning around, Snape gathered his cloak and swept his gloomy eyes over every student. Every student he saw shrank his head and behaved like a quail - except for one exception.

In a group of shrinking eyes, the eyes with a little excitement and admiration in the excitement, and many complex emotions mixed in them were particularly conspicuous. Snape, who was proficient in Legilimency, couldn't help but squint his eyes, as if he suddenly saw something dazzling.

Frowning slightly unaccustomed, Professor Snape began to call the roll.

"Adam Reed."

Well, he remembered the name.

"You are here to learn the precise discipline and strict craftsmanship of potion preparation. Since there is no silly waving of wands here, many of you will not believe that this is magic."

Professor Snape's deliberately low voice was heard in the quiet classroom.The room echoed, he walked down from the podium, and slowly walked among the students:

"I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the simmering crucible with white smoke and fragrance. You won't really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people excited and confused... I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew honor, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, you are not the kind of idiots I often meet."

"Mr. Reed."

Professor Snape just walked to the position behind Adam. The sudden opening usually scares the students, but unexpectedly, Adam looked excited.

"Yes, Professor."

Facing the increasingly excited eyes, Snape turned away with a slight discomfort and walked towards the podium, while speaking:

"How should I deal with a fresh horned slug?"

"Remove the internal organs and steam it."

"Tell me about the precautions when using the lionfish spine."

"The lionfish spine needs to be ground into powder for use, but it should be noted that the effect of this potion material will be lost quickly after being ground, so it must be processed before brewing the potion. It can only be preserved intact at ordinary times, and it is best to avoid direct sunlight..."

Because Professor Snape asked very broad precautions, Adam had to tell all the points to pay attention to about this thing.

"Okay, that's enough."

Snape interrupted Adam's answer after hearing that all the knowledge points of the third grade had come out.

"Mr. Reed, do you think you can learn well enough without attending classes? The first-year courses can no longer satisfy you, right?"

"I know that potions is a subject that requires precise operation, professor, and I am also very interested in it, but I also know that it is dangerous and stupid to operate it only by self-study."

Adam felt that Professor Snape's eyes seemed to reveal a subtle meaning of "you are self-aware", of course, maybe he saw it wrong.

"So what I can do is to remember the theoretical part before I formally study this course in school, hoping to pay more attention to the professor's teaching in class."

"..."

Professor Snape squinted and stared at Adam for a while, and suddenly said:

"If I want to make a bottle of intelligence enhancer, how many armadillo liver slices do I need?"

"...I think the intelligence enhancer should use armadillo bile, professor, two pints are needed."

Professor Snape did not make a comment but made a sound, then turned around and picked up the book, waved his wand at the blackboard, and said without looking back:

"In fact, adding two and one-sixteenth pints will make the intelligence enhancer more effective, but two and one-eighth pints of armadillo bile will turn the intelligence enhancer into a bottle of poison."

Adam's eyes lit up, and he opened his notebook and wrote this down.

Whether it is a better intelligence enhancer or a poison, it is very useful!