Hogwarts Fantastic Beasts in the Stomach

"Have you heard, Carlos..." Ernie arranged the crucible in front of him, and then whispered to Carlos: "Professor Snape is a very strict professor..."

"It can even be said to be mean." Justin whispered: "I heard from several Gryffindor students that Professor Snape would deliberately make things difficult for students and then deduct their points!"

"This is too cruel."

Carlos raised his eyebrows. He didn't care about Professor Snape. He was more concerned about the crucible in front of him than the professor.

He has heard that Easterners use a large pot when cooking, which is different from a frying pan.

Maybe I can try it using a crucible?

Carlos looked at the crucible curiously, and then began to compare the size of Sniff and the crucible in his mind.

"Pap tap tap tap..." The sound of sharp footsteps came, making the originally noisy classroom instantly quiet.

The sharp footsteps got louder and closer, and soon, a man in black robe walked in quickly.

He closed the wooden door with a bang, and didn't care at all that the loud sound made the little wizards cover their ears.

"Is he Professor Snape?" Carlos looked at the greasy middle-aged man and nodded: "Xiu Xiu, who hasn't showered for more than ten days, doesn't look as greasy as him..."

"They say he never washes his hair." Ernie's whisper told Carlos the answer.

"Please be quiet...gentlemen and ladies..." A deep voice came from Snape's throat, and he took out his wand and flicked it almost as soon as he finished speaking.

"Shh!"

Amid the surprised sounds of the little wizards, all the classroom curtains were drawn.

"I said, be quiet." His voice came again, quickly silencing the exclaimed little wizards: "We are wizards... not dirty, noisy, stupid... magical animals... …”

"He should be talking about the Cornish elf..." Carlos muttered subconsciously.

"This noisy gentleman." Snape's eyes were fixed on Carlos, and he seemed to hear the child's muttering.

"What's your name?"

"Uh, Carlos..."

"Please stand up and answer the question." Snape knocked on the table, causing all the little wizards to lower their heads and dare not speak.

"Ahem, sorry." Carlos quickly stood up and said, "My name is Carlos Emmanuel."

"Mr. Emmanuel?" Snape frowned after hearing the name: "I don't care what magical animals you know, and I don't care how much you and your grandfather like them..."

"I just hope you can keep your mouth shut during school hours." Snape said every word, but with an inexplicable sinister nature.

"I understand, professor." Carlos nodded. He was certainly not a reckless person who would want to have a conflict with the professor. Besides, it was not like he had never seen a guy with a worse temper... even a worse guy. .

Professor Snape's attitude was pretty... "good".

"Very good." Snape nodded: "Please sit down."

"In addition, five points deducted from Hufflepuff..."

Snape's warning made all the little wizards dare not speak again. They lowered their heads and dared not say a word. Even what Snape said next, they just mechanically wrote it down.

"My course is a noble, effective, and elegant course." He slowly pointed at the crucible and said, "I don't want you to wave your stick like a troll."

"Do you understand?" As soon as Snape's words came out, the classroom fell into a terrible silence.

"Understood." A weak response came, and Carlos raised his hand and nodded to Snape.

"Hmph..." Snape snorted without saying anything, but began to talk about the process of making the potion.

"Processing materials..." Carlos muttered while writing down the steps in a notebook: "Does that mean you need to clean the fur?"

"It should be a little troublesome to clean the Sniff's fur, right?" Carlos thought about it and drew a picture of a Sniff in his notebook. "Should I start peeling off the back first?"

"Or……"

"The next step is to pay attention to the mastery of the flame."

"Yes, flame control is also very important." Carlos nodded slightly after listening to Snape's words, "It would be bad if the sniffing meat is burnt..."

"Taste is the first element of good food..."

"Next, we need to pay attention to the order in which other medicinal materials are added. I believe that all students who know Chinese characters... still understand the order of one, two, and three, right?"

"Hmm..." Carlos nodded and continued to write: "Pay attention to the order of processing the ingredients...It is said that putting certain things in early and later will affect the texture and taste of the finished product..."

"This is the process of making potions." Snape looked at the little wizards who had their heads lowered and nodded. He didn't care whether everyone had memorized it or not, and began to say: "The potion we are learning today is a healing potion. "

"This is the simplest potion... even the deaf Slytherin students can learn it..."

"First of all..." Snape was telling the formula of the potion in high spirits when he suddenly felt something running under his feet.

His sudden pause stunned the little wizards for a moment. Many of them looked up at Snape, as if wondering what happened to him.

"Why do you want to see what I do?" Snape immediately said, "Have you already memorized and perfected your notes?"

His words made the little wizards immediately lower their heads, pretending to be like this even if they were not writing notes.

"First you need to..." Snape continued. The feeling just now must be an illusion, right?

He began to tell the formula of the healing potion quickly, and then without asking the students whether they remembered it clearly, he waved his wand and brought the cauldron to the table.

"Hold your crucible," he said, "and think about what the first step is..."

"Woooo?"

A strange cry suddenly came, interrupting Snape's words. He subconsciously frowned when he heard the strange sound.

The little wizards also looked around curiously.

Only Carlos was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously glanced at the cooking manual that was just on his lap...

Now that the book has been opened, there is no picture of Sniff on the page of Sweet and Sour Pork.

"Merlin on top!" Carlos raised his head and began to look around. With almost no effort, he saw Mane hidden in the cabinet. He was stretching his head and holding a bunch of small crystal clear bottles in his hands.

"Woo!" While holding something, it made a happy sound. This happy sound not only expressed its own joy, but also made the frowning Snape see it.

"Whose pet is this?" Snape asked, holding up Sniff. He looked around and looked at the faces of all the little wizards.

"It's not mine, it's not mine, it's not mine..." Carlos muttered in a low voice: "It's all your fault, it's all your own fault..."

"Woo!" No matter how many times Mane called Carlos, he did not dare to raise his head, but lowered his head and kept muttering in a low voice.

Snape looked at the silent students and shook his head gently, then let go and dropped Sniff on the ground.

Mane fell to the ground, and then the fat on his body bounced lightly and he quickly got up. With the help of this bounce, he quickly rushed towards Carlos.

"Don't come over..." Carlos naturally saw Xiu Xiu's actions, and he quickly wanted to stop Mane's behavior.

But it seems...it's too late.

"Mr. Emmanuel, congratulations, you have deducted twenty points for Hufflepuff."

"And congratulations on getting another week of confinement."