Hogwarts White Knight

When the Gryffindor students hurried to the classroom, they saw something strange.

In the huge Potions classroom, the students were divided into two distinct sides.

On one side were the Slytherin students, who were talking and laughing very loudly, but turned a blind eye to Gawain. Even if they turned their heads accidentally occasionally, they all had stiff smiles on their faces, as if he were a stain on the floor or something.

On the other side was Gawain himself. He was sitting in his seat, looking through Arseny Spoor's magic potions and potions, looking like he was peacefully passing through the years.

"Gawain, are you okay? Malfoy said this morning that he must teach you a lesson. We have been looking for you. He didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

Harry quickly came to Gawain's side and whispered.

"I told you, Hogwarts prohibits students from fighting! It will be okay!"

Hermione raised her head like a proud little lion.

"It's nothing. You know me, I like to make friends with people the most. Look!"

Gawain turned around with a smile, and waved to Pansy, who was secretly glancing over, and said hello.

Pansy showed a stiff smile, her right hand hanging in the air, not knowing how to respond.

"You see, Slytherin students are not so arrogant, are they?" Gawain seemed to be in a happy mood and patted the seat next to him, "Sit down quickly, Professor Snape may come over at any time."

Gawain himself didn't feel much pressure. After he and Malfoy established a long-term friendship in a "relaxed, harmonious, and pleasant" atmosphere, and through some last resort means, he convinced other Slytherins that even if he did not have a "hostage" in his hands, it would be enough. After making them pay the price, everything becomes logical.

Although that idiot named Crabbe may have to go to the campus hospital after class to have his bruises treated, and that creep named "Brace" may like to have his neck massaged, none of this has anything to do with Gawain. .

At least that's what he was sure of.

Harry nodded doubtfully. He didn't believe that Malfoy could really be that kind, but the classroom was tidy, the tables and chairs were intact, and he really didn't see any conflict between Gawain and them.

But Hermione, who had already sat down, raised her eyebrows, wondering what she was thinking.

The moment all the Gryffindor students were seated, the classroom door was pushed open with a loud "bang!"

Professor Snape, wearing his usual black robes, with greasy hair and a sallow and ugly face, strode up to the podium from the back of the classroom. His steps were long, but he made almost no sound.

"Like a bat."

Gawain buried his thoughts deep in his heart.

Snape picked up the roster and called names one by one. When he mentioned Harry Potter, he stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and glanced over Harry's scars, but stared deeply at his face, his cheeks tightening.

"Oh, yes," Snape whispered in a hollow voice, "Harry Potter, our new arrival, such a famous Harry Potter."

His voice was very soft, and his already pale lips were so tight that the color was almost invisible.

"Scarhead Potter!"

Malfoy and his two lackeys laughed.

Gawain looked over and reluctantly closed his mouth.

Snape quickly finished the roll call and stood on the podium, his face as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"As if expecting it to end at any time."

For some reason, Gawain suddenly felt sour in his heart.

He had seen this look before.

This was the look in the eyes of the man in his fifties when he attended the funeral of the son of the director of Elsa's department.

Regret, sadness, despair.

I have to bear this pain alone.

Snape looked at Harry for a few seconds and then walked to the blackboard.

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

He looked around at everyone in the classroom and spoke. Although the voice was low, barely above a whisper, no one dared ignore a word.

"There's no silly waving of wands here, so many of you won't believe this is magic."

Snape paused briefly, his eyes changing again to the way they were before he saw Harry.

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance. You won't truly understand the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, the kind that makes people's hearts wander and their wills blur.

Wonderful magic. "

The corners of his mouth raised, immersed in the wonder of the potion.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even...prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

Snape raised his hands and pressed them against the edge of the podium.

No one in the entire class spoke, they were all staring at him with bated breath, waiting for his arrangements. Only Hermione leaned forward slightly, her face full of excitement.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly said loudly, but he did not look at Harry, but looked at the back of the classroom, where there seemed to be a very interesting decoration hanging on the wall. "If I add narcissus root powder to the What do you get from grass infusion?”

"Uh... is it the Living Hell Decoction?"

Harry was a little surprised, but the content of Gawain and Hermione's discussion reminded him.

"It seems that you at least know how to read the textbook. So, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you look for it?"

Snape's lips raised slightly, as if he was a little surprised. But the next moment, he looked at Harry and asked seriously.

"From a cow?"

With the previous successful experience, Harry calmed down.

"Hmph, Mr. Savior, this is a classroom, not a place for you to play tricks. Please tell me again, what is the difference between Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolfsbane!"

Snape curled his lips in disdain and pressed the podium hard with his right hand, as if he wanted to take out his wand and cast a curse on Harry.

"Professor, I don't know. But Hermione does. Wouldn't it be a shame if you didn't ask her?"

Harry raised his head, forced himself to meet Snape's cold eyes, and whispered.

Someone laughed, and Harry looked at Seamus, who made a face at him.

This made Snape even angrier.

"sit down!"

Snape shouted angrily, walked down from the podium, and sat across from Harry's table.

“Let me tell you, Mr. Savior.

Narcissus root powder and mugwort can be combined to prepare a decoction of living hell, also called water of life and death, which is a very powerful sleeping pill. "

When it came to the Potion of Living Hell, Snape's knuckles holding the wand turned terribly pale.

"Bezoar is a powerful detoxification drug. It is taken from the stomach of the cow. I hope that one day when you are poisoned and need bezoar, you will remove the stomach of the cow instead of leaving the cow empty like you. Searching through your head.”

Snape continued.

Although Harry didn't give the correct answer, it couldn't be considered a mistake, which seemed to make Snape very irritated.

"Also, Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same plant, and they are also collectively called Aconitum. There is no difference between them."

Snape's black eyes looked at Harry for a few seconds, and then he took the initiative to look away. He stood up, tapped the wand in his hand, and what he just said appeared on the blackboard.

"Why don't you write down all this? Do you think you are stronger than Mr. 'Savior' or me?"

he said angrily.

"Mr. Potter, because of your disrespect, Gryffindor will be deducted 1 point. Mr. White, since you have told him about the Living Hell Potion, why can't you help your classmates more? Gryffindor 3 points will be deducted and you will be put in solitary confinement in my office at night.”

ps1: Although Slytherins are arrogant, they are also selfish. When they saw Malfoy hit the iron plate, they thought of standing up for him rather than not provoking him. Although Gawain made Malfoy lose face, he also gave him a step down. The content of the conversation was not known, which is why such an embarrassing scene formed.

ps2: In the first part of the original book, it is translated as water of living death, and in the sixth part, it is translated as the draft of living death. There is no difference in English. But because the term "living hell decoction" was used before, and the later version shall prevail, "another name" is used here.

ps3: This chapter is dedicated to Snape, and it may be a bit slow, but I think the first meeting between this man and Harry deserves to be described in detail, especially many details that are only shown in the movie but are ignored.

For example, Snape's eyes turned away when he first asked questions because when he saw Lily's eyes, he couldn't bear it. For another example, asking these questions not only wants to eliminate the influence of Harry's "savior" aura, but also wants to find Lily's shadow.

ps4: Snape’s punishment for the protagonist was that he wanted to find an excuse to vent, and it was not the first time he had done so. For example, Neville's antidote in the fourth movie was helped by Hermione, and he deducted points from Hermione.

ps5: This is the only original text that I really don’t want to fold, so this chapter needs an extra 200 words.