Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

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, Almost tore through that first-year potions textbook.

The Potions classroom is also in a basement. The temperature here is lower than that of the main castle building above, and it is also colder.

To be honest, Dudley didn't think it would be better to cook potions in this kind of place than in other places.

Personally, he prefers to stay at room temperature.

This allows better control of temperature and heat.

Maybe it's Professor Snape's personal preference.

Along the walls of the potions room were many glass jars, filled with stuffed animals, many of which were forbidden by the wizarding world, which made Dudley very envious.

As expected of a master of potions, the things that are displayed on the bright side are extremely rare and rare.

It was said that Snape himself had a small room for storing potion ingredients. If that place was robbed, Dudley estimated that he would not be short of ingredients for many years.

But, 80% of them will be hunted down to the ends of the earth by Professor Snape.

"Brother D." Harry whispered as he walked beside Dudley before class.

Harry had told Dudley the day before, and Hagrid had invited him and Dudley to his cabin this afternoon.

How can I say Hagrid? He is not bad in nature. If it wasn’t for being rude to Vernon first, Dudley wouldn’t have clashed with him. After being forgiven by Dudley, he was also forgiven by Harry. He is a good friend of Li's parents and knows a lot about his parents' past.

But if Dudley didn't forgive Hagrid, then Harry wouldn't forgive Hagrid either.

Even if it is said to be forgiven now, the relationship between Harry and Hagrid is not very close. Everything is dominated by Dudley. If Dudley refuses, then he will refuse.

Dudley agreed very happily. Hagrid's hut was on the border not far from the Forbidden Forest, a place that made Dudley fascinated.

Or it is the favorite place for everyone who loves herbs and potions.

Dangerous, but bountiful.

But for Hagrid, after getting along with Dudley for a period of time, Dudley's evaluation of Hagrid is "simply terrible". In Dudley's evaluation, this is not a commendatory word, but it can't be regarded as a derogatory term either.

The reason for such an evaluation 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 so bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

Otherwise, Hagrid, who was at the same level as Fu Mou, could also get the title of a little Dark Lord, um. Physics Demon King.

This was the first existence that made Dudley feel afraid.

With one minute left before class time, Professor Snape walked in through the door.

With indifferent and empty eyes, a big ditched nose, greasy hair, and a dark attire, no matter how you look at Snape, he is the villain in fairy tales. Few little wizards will have a good first impression of him. .

Snape walked to the podium, picked up the roster and began the roll call.

Snape paused when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, look who this is? Harry Potter. The famous character."

The yin and yang way of speaking caused many young wizards to cover their mouths and laugh low, among them were Malfoy and his followers. But after Dudley looked around faintly, the entire Slytherin house was collectively silenced, only a few Gryffindors who didn't know why were still laughing there.

"You are here to learn this potion preparation"

Snape made the classroom orderly as soon as he opened his mouth, and his deterrent effect was not much worse than Dudley's.

"There's no foolish wand waving here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance. I It can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But only if you are not one of the dumb fools I often encounter."

Potions can do many things that spells cannot. Others may not understand it, but Dudley can understand it very well.

He had already tasted the magic of potions.

Even if he can't cast spells in the future, his achievements may not be worse than other wizards only with potions.

But Dudley noticed that when Snape said these words, he would look at Harry intentionally or unconsciously.

Is it because I thought of my poor little aunt?

"Potter!" Snape raised his voice suddenly. "If I add powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood, what will I get?"

"I don't know, sir," said Harry very honestly.

He didn't even know what daffodil root powder and wormwood were.

Snape looked away from Harry's green eyes, and fell on his face, curling his lips in extreme contempt.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

There was another grotesque sentence, and another burst of laughter, but this time there was no Slytherin involved, and it was all Gryffindors who were laughing.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

While speaking, Snape's eyes fell on Harry's eyes again, staring at those green eyes.

In the deepest part of the eyes, there may be some expectations.

Unfortunately, Harry's answer disappointed him once again.

"I don't know, sir."

Harry shook his head, he really didn't know.

"I suppose you haven't read a single book before term begins, have you, Potter?"

The expression on Snape's face was even more contemptuous, but the deepest part of his eyes was full of disappointment.

That person has gone and will never come back. It is a pity that her children did not inherit her merits.

"Potter, one last question, can you tell me what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfbane aconitum?"

Aconitum?

Hearing this word, Harry instantly regained his energy. He really knew this, Dudley told him on purpose.

"They can all make poison, sir."

When Harry opened his mouth, Snape was taken aback.

"Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma are both plants of the genus Aconitum. They are both aconitum, a slender, vertical and poisonous perennial herb, especially the roots are highly poisonous, with black skin and flowers. Bright and beautiful, its juice can be painted on arrows to make poisonous arrows to shoot people or animals. It is sometimes used as poison for executioners. Its flower language is 'malicious'. Once accidentally poisoned, it will slow down the heartbeat first, and then the whole body Numbness, and then the heartbeat will gradually speed up, unconsciousness, coma, and finally collapse and death."

Harry was chattering like he was firing a machine gun, his eyes were full of excitement, and finally there was a question he knew.

But this kind of excitement has another meaning in the eyes of Slytherin in the classroom.

You are submissive and ignorant about other issues, you talk eloquently when it comes to poison, and your face is full of excitement when it comes to death.

Potter, something is wrong with you.