Harry Potter: I'm the Rolling King at Hogwarts

Albert looked at the contents of the box, examined them carefully, and confirmed that it was a canine tooth.

In the box, a white tooth lay there quietly. It was a broken tooth, roughly cut off from the middle of the tooth, and the sharp part below was removed.

The white broken teeth were covered with green gray, and Albert felt two familiar waves of magic power on them. One was Snape's magic blade on the smooth broken cross-section, and the other was wrapped around the entire body. A broken tooth, although it was very faint, but Albert could confirm that it was Lupin.

"Professor, these are the teeth of a werewolf, and they are the teeth of a werewolf when he transformed."

If he remembered correctly, he had seen this thing in Snape's personal storage room. It had been some years ago, and Snape's resentment towards Lupine and others was not ordinary.

"Yes, that's right, the teeth of a werewolf," Snape declared loudly, perhaps the loudest Albert had heard Snape speak since he had entered school, and he was committed to being heard by the whole class. This sentence.

"I obtained this from a werewolf ten years ago. After special techniques, it can always maintain its original state, that is, the moment it breaks away from its owner..."

Snape waved his wand, and a white curtain fell on the blackboard, showing a ferocious werewolf.

"Now turn the book to page 394. Yes, today we are going to learn about werewolves." Snape continued to spread low pressure, turning the Defense Against the Dark Arts class into the atmosphere of a normal Potions class.

"Can anyone tell me how to tell the difference between a normal person and a werewolf?"

Hermione wanted to raise her hand, but was pulled by Albert. He wrote on the paper: "He doesn't need students to answer questions. He is just asking questions now. Believe me, he will answer it himself." .”

"Albert Klein, has anyone told you that passing notes in class is disrespectful to the teacher? Gryffindor will deduct 5 points for you!" Snape pointed at Albert.

"Now, you answer this question. If you can't answer it, Gryffindor will deduct another 5 points."

"The middle finger of a werewolf is as long as the ring finger, and their snout is different from that of ordinary people... The most important thing is that the werewolf will transform on a full moon night, and anyone bitten by him will be forced to become a werewolf."

After Albert finished speaking, Snape ordered Albert to sit down and began to explain the knowledge about werewolves, especially the wolfsbane potion, which was a great invention. However, after a werewolf took the wolfsbane potion, it would be short-lived. The ground is weak for one to two days.

For the next time, Snape asked everyone to copy notes about werewolves from their books. He walked back and forth between the desks, checking the homework that Professor Lupine had assigned them.

"The explanation is very unclear... It is not accurate, Kabbah is more common in Mongolia...Professor Lupine gave it eight points? I won't even give three points..."

The bell finally rang, but Snape didn't let them go.

"Each person writes a paper and gives it to me. The content is how to identify and kill werewolves. I ask you to fill two rolls of parchment on this topic and hand it in on Monday morning. This class needs someone to take good care of it."

The students all suppressed their anger and waited until they were out of earshot of Snape before they began to denounce Snape fiercely.

But Gryffindor is not the worst. I heard that Hufflepuff’s Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Potions class are two big classes connected together. In other words, for four consecutive hours, the poor little badgers are all To face Snape's sullen face.

But if you think about it from another angle, Snape is also quite miserable. He never stops all day long and needs to teach the little wizards all the time. This is not his own punishment.

After leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Albert went to the Room of Requirement alone.

Last night he got a whole bad bird, and Albert felt that he would make a big fuss about this beautiful little bird's body.

The runes seen from the tail feathers, combined with the "disruption" runes on the crown, might make a magic spell.

There are also many materials from the evil bird, including blood, flesh, feathers, and vocal cords. In Albert's mind, these can all be used as ingredients for potions.

Now his potion level is high enough, reaching the realm of lv7. Albert doesn't know where the upper limit of this level is, but he is sure that many famous potion masters in the magical world may not have the same potion level. so tall.

At Albert's level, making potions is easy. He no longer sticks to fixed formulas, and begins to focus on the essence of potions, starting from the effects of the medicinal materials themselves.

Under the "baton" of basic axioms, Albert and other potion masters tried to brew potions "irregularly" and constantly developed new potion formulas.

"The initial goal is to make a magic potion that will cause the victim to suffer permanent damage to the brain and soul, lose sanity, and become a madman or idiot after drinking it."

"It's like being stared at by an alien god. Although I haven't made it yet, it's not a big problem to come up with a name first. Let's call this potion Whisper of the Ancient God!"

(The following materials and properties are purely the author’s imagination)

Three dried nettles, soaked in wormwood infusion for one hour, can numb a person's nerves.

Armadillo bile was originally a raw material for making intelligence-enhancing agents, but artificially changed its properties using a "metamorphosis spell". After taking it, it destroys the human brain and makes people unable to think normally.

Take the eyeball of the puffer fish, take the ciliary body, and crush the basilisk fangs into powder.

First pour the blood of the evil bird into the crucible, boil it into a paste, then add water. When it boils, add the spoiled armadillo bile. Then take advantage of this free time to chop the soaked dry nettles into pieces and add the boiling liquid. middle.

Remove the dry pot from the fire, cool it down, and stir quickly to allow the viscous liquid in the crucible to fully contact with the residual temperature.

Albert used magic power to draw "chaotic" runes in the air, introduced them into the bubbling liquid, and then continued to move the crucible to the fire and continue heating.

When the liquid boiled again, Albert took a handful of the butt of the corpse of the evil bird, pulled off two gorgeous tail feathers, and added them to the crucible, followed by the ciliary body of the pufferfish and the basilisk fang powder.

Turn off the automatic stirring function of the cauldron. This function can sometimes be counterproductive during the process of making potions.

Albert took the wand and turned it clockwise, then counterclockwise, and so on, controlling the potion in the crucible and stirring it constantly.

Until the potion turned black and gray, a burst of green smoke came out of it, spiraled up, and stopped and swirled five inches above the crucible.