Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Friday morning.

Ron poked at the sausage on the plate, not in a good mood: Today is Potions class, and we're going to class with Slytherin, Harry, didn't you say that Professor Snape doesn't like you?

I heard George mention that he has a small mind and has always been very specific to people who don't like him. You have to be careful.

Harry nodded noncommittally.

When he got to the classroom and started class, Snape didn't hide his emotions at all, showing his disgust and even hatred naked.

Snape walked in.

The already gloomy classroom was even more depressing.

He didn't say a word of prologue, and nodded his desk: Oh, look, who is in my classroom?

Harry Potter.

A born Gryffindor, the legendary savior who pulled out the sword of Gryffindor at the entrance ceremony, a person who stirred up the situation as soon as he entered Hogwarts.

Tsk.

Potter, didn't your father teach you to stand up after the professor's roll call?

Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot you don't have a father.

There was a chuckle from the Slytherin side.

The Gryffindor classmates all looked at Harry worriedly. They had heard it for a long time, but seeing it with their own eyes, it was still unbelievable—all the professors liked Harry very much, even the stuffy Quirrell.

But only Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, was so disgusted and so targeted.

Harry stood up: Thank you for reminding me. In fact, my mother passed away. No one taught me these things.

The Slytherin giggled louder.

Bang!

Snape slammed down the desk heavily, gritting his teeth: Potter! I'm not trying to discuss your family situation with you! Shut your mouth!

Anyone else, is this stuff funny?

Shall I carve these things into your troll-like heads, or...give you a potion of amnesia to make you laugh again?

The little snakes immediately lowered their heads.

Deans are more toxic today than ever.

Snape took a deep breath, returning to his previous depressed tone.

Other professors have said that you excel in their classes.

But Potions class is different. It's a delicate art. It's not the place for you to make wisecracks, and it's not where your little cleverness can come in handy. Keep your mouth shut!

Very well, Potter—what will I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?

He changed the subject and asked suddenly.

The torment, the struggle, and the little bit of anticipation that lurked in the depths of all malice, almost imperceptible, almost eluding Harry's senses.

Water of Life and Death, a powerful sleeping potion.

Snape followed up, What if I want you to find me a piece of bezoar?

Cow slaughtered, cut open, in the stomach, Harry replied.

Snape sneered, he didn't notice it himself, his tone eased a bit: You don't need to add so many extra steps on your own.

You are indeed a little clever, so aconitum...

He then asked many more questions.

Hermione anxiously began to buckle the table, leaving Ron dumbfounded.

It covered almost all the content of the first grade. Hermione thought she couldn't answer some questions, but Harry answered them so well that he almost didn't even need to think.

You do have some cleverness to deal with the past. Snape glanced at the window, tapped the table, and his tone became dull, For your clever, forced steps... Gryffindor one...

Only one word one is exported.

Snape saw Harry's cat pupils and amber eyes, gritted his teeth, and said in a serious tone, Five points deducted from Gryffindor!

Hermione stood up briefly: Professor, this is not fair!

Harry has answered so many questions, and now he can take the first-year graduation assessment. He is very good, how can you still deduct points!

Snape smiled contemptuously: Miss Otter, are you questioning the professor?

No, I just... Hermione shook her head hastily.

Snape shook his head, What's your name?

Hermione Granger.

Very good, reckless and impulsive, typical Gryffindor-style lady, because you contradict the professor, Gryffindor will deduct one point!

Hermione was not angry, she raised her head, her eyes were a little confused.

Harry performed very well and deducted five points.

One point was deducted for contradicting the professor himself.

Did Harry and Professor Snape have such a big enmity?

Now, sit down! Snape waved his hand. Some people are quick-talking, but that's useless. Being quick-talking can only make you an herbalist.

Potions require precise control of the temperature, the most suitable combination of magic power, and the most ingenious combination of proportions. Without actual operation, everything is empty talk.

Snape took out his wand and tapped on the blackboard.

A few lines of text emerged.

Now, pick up your cauldrons, light a fire, and mix potions. Snape looked at all the students coldly, I don't have any theories for you here.

Potions are all about trying to practice, improving little by little.

No amount of cleverness can get you a shortcut!

I hope that among you, there won't be any giant monsters or mountain monsters who make jokes about blowing up the cauldron in the first class.

Neville shuddered.

Seamus pinched his waist without realizing it.

During the summer vacation, Harry had already tried to prepare this potion many times, and this time it was even more handy.

Snape came over a few times to find fault, but Harry's operations were well-regulated, and he couldn't find any faults, so he only let him snort coldly and turn his head away.

Harry was unaffected.

On the contrary, Neville on the side became even more nervous, trembling, grabbing a handful of porcupine quills and about to throw them into the pot.

Harry quickly grabbed his hand: Don't let it go, move the pot away and put it on again, it will explode.

Neville shook violently, quickly retracted his hand, and sincerely thanked Harry: Oh, thank you.

Mr. Potter, do you feel that you don't have any problems anymore, so you can show favors to other students and get a servant? Suddenly, Neville was startled, his hands shook, and half of the pot of water splashed out. No one was burned.

Idiot! How can you make potions with unsteady hands! Snape frowned, Did the troll eat your brain and lose your coordination?

Neville was on the verge of tears.

Snape sneered, this appearance...that rat-like crumpled thing almost overlapped with Neville: Potter, why don't you let him go to the end and remind him to keep his hands steady?

Because of your mistake, Gryffindor deducted two points!

Neville didn't even bother to be afraid.

It was obvious that he was the one who poured hot water, but in the end...why was it Harry who was deducted points?

Ron and Hermione sitting in the back were even more stunned.

Harry didn't change his expression and continued to prepare his own potion.

An hour later, the coursework is over, and it is time for the final evaluation session.

Just like what Snape said, potions are an exquisite art, even if the steps are written down on the blackboard in detail, even less than half of them will succeed in the end.

Hermione and Malfoy were the best-behaved students apart from Harry.

But they didn't get a single compliment from Snape, or even a little bit of attention - Snape's purpose was obvious, he was running after Harry.

He picked up Harry's potion, shook it, observed the color against the firelight, and smelled it. The detailed examination took more time than the other students put together.

You do have a bit of talent in potions. Snape didn't look at Harry, he stared at the potions a little lost in thought, and his tone softened a bit.

Ron and Hermione were dumbfounded again.

oh…

Is this still the viper Professor Snape who found trouble for two whole classes?

Snape turned his head and looked at Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see even the slightest trace of what should have belonged to another person.

Those amber cat eyes.

Sudden mutation.

Snape's face turned cold in an instant, he put the potion gently on the table, and then slapped the table heavily: But do you think what you do is excellent?

Think with your slightly better brain than a troll, think carefully!

Why do you want to understand why the porcupine thorns are put into the pot after the crucible is removed, then why don't you wait for the boiling water to cool down a bit before adding the porcupine thorns?

There is also the steamed slug. I asked you this question. It is a compound medicinal material. Which part of the medicinal properties does the scabies medicine need to use?

Why don't you cut off that part and steam it again. It should be an excellent potion, but because of your mistake, it can only be said to be barely qualified.

Potter, therefore, two points will be deducted from Gryffindor!

The other students retracted their hearts.

Oh... The tenderness at that moment just now is definitely an illusion, this is that Professor Snape.

Snape turned his head away and continued to comment on the next student.

Harry, don't be sad, you are already great. Hermione and Ron came over and comforted.

Harry was puzzled: Why should I be sad?

Your potion is better than mine, he's just picking on... Hermione said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, Harry shook his head and interrupted: No, Professor Snape just missed his mouth a bit, but he's quite right.

Those are indeed the places where I didn't make the potion well.

Hermione opened her mouth, a little speechless.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

this…

How comforting is this.

Snape turned his head sharply, squinted his eyes, and stared at Harry viciously: Potter, is it interesting to talk about the professor behind his back? How arrogant, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!

Hermione was shocked, and clenched her fists. When Snape turned back, she apologized guiltily: I'm sorry, I hurt you.

Fourteen points were deducted for one class.

Earth-shattering.

Harry shook his head: I got nearly fifteen extra points in other classes this week, which is enough to make up for it.

As he spoke, he paused: You only got one point deducted, but you earned ten points in other classes, and you still earned nine points.

Wait until class is over.

Ron packed his schoolbag and extended an invitation to the little girl beside him: We're going to Hagrid later, the train station will lead us the way and bring us to the house of the big man in the castle. Do you want to go together?

Hermione stood up for Harry.

It made him feel good about Hermione.

Wait for me, I have something to ask Professor Snape. Harry packed his things, put his schoolbag on the table, and walked straight towards Snape.

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