Hogwarts: Start with Phoenix Bloodline

A slender figure walked in from behind the door, wrapped in a black robe. On his sallow skin, a pair of cold eyes scanned the students around him.

Under the big nose like an aquiline, the thin lips are pursed tightly, and coupled with the long greasy hair, he is exactly the same as the evil wizard in Muggle stories!

Snape waved his wand as he walked towards the podium, and the surrounding curtains closed, blocking the already scarce sunlight and making the classroom darker. Only the dim light of the alcohol lamp made the figures keep shaking.

Snape picked up the roll call on the podium, slowly looked at the little wizards below who were subdued by his aura, and said in a low voice:"Next, I will call the names according to the roll call, and shout out to the person I read. , make sure no one dares to play disappear in my class!"

"Angelina Johnson!"

"arrive!"

"Fred Weasley!"

"arrive!"

……

"Peter York!"

"arrive!"

Peter York shouted quickly, he didn't want to be caught in the wrong place again.

When he read Peter's name, Snape paused and continued reading.

After reading the list, Snape looked at everyone, said in a low voice

"You are here to learn the subtle techniques of pharmaceutical preparation. Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't quite believe this is magic. I don’t expect you to truly understand the beauty of this pharmaceutical technology!"

At this point, Snape's originally indifferent face showed a trace of intoxication, and his plain tone fluctuated a little.

"Think about it, when you simmer medicinal materials in a crucible, the potion slowly boils and white smoke rises.......And that liquid with incomparable subtle power...I can teach you how to confuse people's senses, brew honor, and even prevent death...as long as you are not a fool!"

After saying this long paragraph, Snape looked at Peter York, who was sitting upright, and suddenly showed a trace of evil intentions.

"By the way, before the official lecture, I want to sample some students and have you previewed them in advance to see if you are hopeless idiots!"

Hearing Snape's words, all the students began to commotion, especially the students who had not reviewed, praying uneasily not to be drawn, and the students who had reviewed were also memorizing knowledge points in their minds.

"Quiet!"

Snape shouted to everyone with a dark face, exuding pressure, and then looked at Peter

"Peter York! I would like to ask what ingredients are needed for a scabies potion?"

Peter breathed a sigh of relief. This was the content in the first-grade textbook. He answered seriously.

"Scabies medicine requires tentacled slugs, porcupine quills and snake teeth, professor"

"So what potion can I make using Flobber caterpillar slime, lavender, and valerian?"

"That's a sleeping potion, professor."

"If I need bezoar, where can I find it?"

"In the cow's stomach, bezoar has a detoxifying effect!"

After asking Peter three questions, Snape did not continue to ask any more questions. Instead, he turned around and walked to the podium. After lowering his head and writing a few words, his expression returned to his original indifferent look.

"Five points for Slytherin! To prepare Mr. York in advance"

"Ding, get extra points from the professor and get 1 point! The current score is 32 points!"The system prompts sounded in the mind.

Snape didn't ask any other questions, which made other students breathe a sigh of relief, but the next lesson cast a shadow on everyone's heart.

Making Potions During the process, Snape was like a ghost, constantly wandering around all the students. His empty eyes carefully stared at every step of the students. If they made the slightest mistake, he would taunt the students who made the wrong step.

This lesson The potion made was what Peter answered Snape's first question, namely a scabies potion. Peter remembered the making process clearly, so he processed the materials in an orderly manner. First, he put six portions of snake teeth into the mortar. Grind it into powder.

Then pour the powder into the crucible.

Wave the wand and stir and heat for ten seconds.

Then chop four slugs and two porcupine quills and put them into the crucible.

Stir clockwise for five more times.

Wave the wand, done!

Watch. There was green liquid in the crucible. Peter nodded with satisfaction and poured the liquid into the prepared glass bottle.

When he looked up, Snape's hollow eyes startled him, and he almost shook the potion in his hand. I know when I was standing behind him

"Are your hands turned into molluscs? Peter York can't even hold a potion bottle!"

Snape said mockingly.

Then he picked up the completed scabies potion and showed it to everyone.

"Mr. York, the first production is completed, and the completion is better. Five points for Slytherin!"

"Ding, get praise from the professor and get 1 point! The current score is 33 points!"The system prompted.

Snape put the potion made by Peter in a special storage place aside, and continued to wander around and stared at everyone.

In addition to Peter, even the Slytherin students were almost scolded. Gray In addition to being scolded, the Gryffindor students were also severely deducted points.

After class, the Gryffindor students walked out of the classroom dejectedly, except for the Weasley twins who quickly returned to their weird looks. His potion talent was good, and he was one of the few Gryffindors who was not deducted points.

After this potions class, Snape's terrifying reputation was once again spread, and his class became a nightmare for the students. Also Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, who had not attended Potions class, took their Potions textbooks and memorized them over and over again.

There was only one Potions class in the morning, so after class, Peter was just about to go back with Alan White. After taking a rest in the dormitory, they were dragged to the Quidditch pitch by the Weasley twins.

"George Fred, what did you bring me to the stadium for?"Peter York looked at the twins driving him and asked helplessly.

The twins pretended to be mysterious.

"This is a surprise!"

"It’s not fun to say it out in advance."