A sharp Hogwarts

Potions class is taught in a basement classroom.

It was colder here than the main castle building above. There were glass jars along the wall, and the animal specimens soaked in them made people shiver.

Of course, the biggest source of air conditioning came from the row of lockers in the corner, and Dalia could clearly see the icy cold air swirling around there.

Fortunately, there were several cauldrons with strong fires in the middle of each table.

The orange flames and steaming water vapor are just right to create a warm small space for every little wizard - or every two.

Harry and Ron gathered in front of one cauldron, while Dahlia and Hermione gathered in front of the cauldron on the other side.

bang-

At this time, the door of the Potions classroom was roughly pushed open.

Professor Snape strode onto the stage like a huge bat with its wings spread out.

"In my class, no one is allowed to wield magic knives or chant spells at will-"

The huge bat quickly turned around, its open "bat wings" converged towards the middle, and leaned on the podium and said indifferently.

Many young wizards then realized that the "big bat" was their professor in this class, and the huge bat wings were the long hem of the other party's black wizard robe.

"Now let's start the roll call. The person whose name I read will raise his hand to signal - no need to say anything..."

Professor Snape glanced at everyone in the classroom and picked up the roster from the desk.

Like some professors, when he called Harry's name, he suddenly stopped.

However, it is different from the excitement of Professor Flitwick and others...

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry - Pot! This is the new and famous person in our school."

Snape's pronunciation of the "P" was particularly strong, and there was an obvious hint of disgust and mockery in his voice.

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other, covered their mouths with their hands and laughed.

After Snape called the names, he looked up at the whole class.His eyes were as dark as Hagrid's, but without Hagrid's warmth.

His eyes were cold and empty, reminiscent of two dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of preparing potions and magic decoctions."

Snape spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, but everyone caught every word.

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to effortlessly keep a classroom in order.

"Since there is no magical accompaniment to the finished product here, many of you do not believe it is magic..."

"In fact, I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and emitting bursts of fragrance."

"However, for those few top students -" Snape paused for half a second, his eyes inadvertently passed over Dalia and fell on Malfoy behind her, "those who really have the intention in this regard, I can Teach you how to truly understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the miraculous magic that makes people feel dizzy and blur their will... No, I will still teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even teach you how to prevent death - but there must be one thing, you Not a hopeless fool."

After Snape finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.

Hermione Granger moved almost to the edge of her chair, leaning forward, eager to prove that she was not an idiot.

Dalia looked thoughtfully at Snape on the podium, her eyes wandering between the steaming cauldron and Snape.

Before coming here, she had a general understanding of the differences between Potions and other courses.

Strictly speaking, the magic dishes in this world are divided into two broad categories.

[Magic Cuisine] and [Magic Food].

After learning and digesting the former, it is possible to stimulate the wizard's potential to obtain certain magical abilities.

For example, according to the description in "Basic Magic, Level [-]", "Magic French Fries" can allow wizards to obtain the "Light Spell".

[Magic Food] is a different type from [Magic Cuisine]. Its magic power is not to help wizards communicate and obtain magic naturally, but to directly produce magical effects after the wizard takes and eats it. For example, the most common magic food that treats scabies. medicine, a magic decoction that activates blood circulation and removes blood stasis - one is a ritual dish and the other is a magic potion.

Of course, magic foods like chocolate frogs are another special branch. They are the products of secondary processing by magic after ordinary foods are completed.

But that's all what Dalia learned from the book. She didn't find the deep-seated reason that formed the core difference between the two.

"Having said that, maybe some of you already have extraordinary abilities when you arrive at Hogwarts..."

Snape said slowly, staring at Harry who was taking notes seriously without looking up at him.

"And I have enough confidence..." His voice gradually increased, and he said word by word, "I think you can listen to my lecture without paying attention!"

"Mr. Potter!" Snape said suddenly.

"If I chop artichoke into fine pieces and add valerian decoction, what kind of magic potion will I get?"

What... chop it into powder... and pour it into what solution?

Harry glanced at Dalia, this content - it was not written in the textbook at all!

Cardoon? !At the same time, Dalia was also stunned, looking at Professor Snape with a complicated expression.

In the original work, Professor Snape's first question is "What will you get if you add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?" The correct answer is "Living Hell Decoction", but this sentence also has a hidden meaning. , that is, "The departure of Lily (Lily-Narcissus Root) makes me like a walking zombie..."

Artichoke happens to have several more famous names: French Lily or Bourbon Lily.

Although she is not very clear about the principle of potions, the valerian soup as a calming soup and the French lily can produce the effect——

brush!

At this moment, Hermione's shoulders shook slightly.

Dalia raised her arm reflexively, then raised her right hand first.

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

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame isn't everything."

Snape deliberately ignored the raised arms of the two little witches next to him.

"Let's try it again. Potter, if I asked you to give me a Mirepoix, what would you do?"

Hermione raised her hands as high as she could without leaving her seat, swinging them over Daria.

And Harry fell silent again. He only knew that this thing was sold in pharmacies.

But the answer Professor Snape wanted to hear was obviously not "go to the drugstore and buy it."

Harry tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir."

"I suppose you didn't read a single book before school started, did you, Potter?"