Retirement from Hogwarts

The course that young wizards look forward to most at Hogwarts is probably Defense Against the Dark Arts.But Professor Quirrell's class was almost a joke.The classroom where he taught classes was filled with a smell of garlic, which everyone said was to scare away a vampire he had encountered in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back for him.He told them that his scarf was a gift from an African prince as a thank you for helping him get rid of the zombies, but no one really believed his story.First, when Seamus.When Finnigan impatiently asked Professor Quirrell how he defeated the resurrected zombies, the professor blushed and talked vaguely about the weather; secondly, they found that his big scarf also gave off a strange smell. It smelled bad, and the senior Weasley twins insisted that it must be stuffed with garlic, too.In this way, no matter where Professor Quirrell goes, he is protected.

It was Friday, the last day before vacation, but Jack found that the interest of the little wizards at the dinner table this morning was not as high as expected.

"What happened today?" Hermione asked Jack strangely. "Why do I feel like they are going to the execution ground? Is it possible that the class is full today?"

"Today we have a total of Potions class. But I heard that Professor Snape, the teacher of Potions class, is a very strict person. It is said that no one except Slytherin students can take it in his hands. That’s extra points. And it’s said that he also likes to deduct points.”

Just then, a phalanx of nine owls flew in from the common room window, dragging a huge box.Then the owls dragged the box and flew in front of Jack.Jack unhooked the box from the owl's legs.Then he fed each owl a little bread and sent them away.

"Finally not late." Jack said looking at the box.Then, he waved his wand to make the box float, and used the wand to direct the box back to his bedroom.

"What is this?" Hermione, who followed, asked curiously.

"I thought you knew everything, my know-it-all lady. Hiss..."

Hermione pinched his waist hard and stared at him with two big watery eyes, saying nothing.

"It's just some equipment used in class." He explained, "It's not a big deal."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, with disbelief written all over her face.

He opened the box and took out a square machine and several frying pans, and put the remaining items into the King's Treasure.

"Let's go to class." After saying that, he ran out of the room as if running away under Hermione's suspicious eyes.

The Potions class was held in a gloomy underground classroom.It was colder than any other school they had ever been to.Glass jars were placed along the walls, and the stuffed animals soaked in them were even more disturbing.Coupled with Snapson's cold gaze, this was a terrible ordeal for many students.

As soon as the class started, Snape picked up the register and started calling the names.After Snape finished calling the names, he looked up at the whole class, his eyes as dark as black holes, without a trace of warmth in them.His eyes were cold and empty, as if he wanted to suck in what he saw.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but everyone caught his every word.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to a classroom with little effort. "Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to.

To truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out the medicinal fragrance that rejuvenates the new year, most of you may not really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts dazzled and willed. That kind of magical magic.I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but only if you are not the stupid fool I often encounter. "

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

Snape asked them to work in pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion to cure scabies.Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized, but only a few lucky ones were spared. Disaster.

Sitting next to Jack, Hermione noticed that Jack was holding the morning's things on his desk.Tinkering with something.

Before she could say anything, she saw that one of the frying pans had been blown up into the sky with a loud "bang".A cloud of purple smoke filled the space around the frying pan.

"What stupid thing did you do?" Snape came over quickly and cursed loudly.Then he waved his wand and turned the smoke in the air into a crystal, which he held in his hand and observed carefully.

"How did you do it?" Snape asked strangely, his voice softening. "You were able to purify the potion to this extent."

But before Jack could answer, another explosion sounded in the classroom.This time it was a Hufflepuff frying pan that exploded.The entire frying pan was fried and twisted outward.A ball of indigo potion was scattered everywhere.

Several students who were splashed by the medicine had large dents on their bodies, and their screams resounded throughout the underground classroom.

"Idiot." Snape roared angrily, waving his wand to collect the scattered potions.Then a ball of black flame appeared and burned the potion into nothingness.

This time Snape didn't even have time to scold the Hufflepuff student who had the accident. He quickly waved the wand in his hand at the injured students and turned them into ice sculptures.

"Jack, take them to the hospital above with me." Snape said slightly anxiously.Then, his cold eyes turned to the remaining people.

"Until we come back," he said steadily, "no one is allowed to touch your frying pans. I don't want to come back to a pile of dead bodies."

After saying that, he quickly used the levitating spell with Jack to transport the frozen students towards the school hospital.

An hour later, when Jack and Hermione climbed out of the underground classroom along the stairs of the castle, the classmates around them still looked terrified. It was obvious that the previous accident had frightened them badly.

"What did you just do in class?" Hermione asked, looking into Jack's eyes.

"Study hard, as you can see, my grades are the best in the class," Jack tried to quibble.

"You know what I'm talking about, how did you turn the liquid potion into crystal?" Hermione had already picked up the soft flesh under Jack's ribs.

Jack, sensing what Hermione was about to do, had to raise his hands in surrender.

"There are too many people here. Let's go to the library after dinner." He looked around and whispered to Hermione.

"Okay then, you have to be honest later." Hermione looked at the bustling crowd around her and nodded.