Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

Although last night's unforgettable night outing was worth recalling, when the sun first appeared and a new day came, Harry still had to face reality.

The time came in the afternoon, and the Potions classroom on the underground floor was once again filled with little wizards. Just like they did in the previous class, they sat silently, waiting for the hour hand to point to the fourteenth hour.

But compared to last time, Harry did not sit next to Ron. This was not because of his initiative, but since that night, Ron never talked to him again. Even if Harry greeted him when he got up in the morning, in exchange for They all pretended not to see it and turned a blind eye.

The new partner is Hermione, the girl who was with him in the trophy room looking for his father's photo last night. Harry was very grateful to her. In the trophy room without a catalog, he wanted to find the names of the Quidditch winning team more than ten years ago. Taking a group photo is not an easy task.

At nine o'clock, Snape stepped into the door of the classroom. This time, he did not say 'quiet', but walked straight to the podium, tapped the blackboard with his wand, and soon a picture appeared on it. A string of neat handwriting.

"Scabies Potion and Its Antidote."

Snape spoke coldly, looking across the room.

"Given your poor performance last time, I don't doubt that you have completely forgotten about it in this week. This time you not only have to brew scabies potion, but you also need to prepare the corresponding antidote. "

"Of course I don't want to see you sacrificing your lunch time to stay in the school doctor's office for treatment in order to catch up with afternoon classes."

The corners of Snape's mouth were slightly raised, as if with a sarcastic smile.

"So you'd better not make the same mistake as last time, like putting in the porcupine quills without turning off the flame. Am I clear enough, Longbottom?"

Neville shuddered violently when Snape called him by his name. He almost knocked over the cauldron in front of him and was in a panic for a while.

"Stain~" Snape looked away. He seemed to think that Neville was hopeless, but then he looked at Harry who was not far away from Neville. "Potter, what are you doing for Longbottom?" Sir, please review the recipe for the scabies potion in case he still fails to remember the lesson today."

Harry was already prepared to be called out by Snape. When this happened, Harry cheered himself up in his mind and stood up calmly.

"Yes, Professor." Harry thought for a few seconds and then spoke clearly:

"First add 6 snake teeth to the mortar and grind them into a very fine powder with a rod. Then mix the chopped dried nettles and water into the crucible. Heat the mixture quickly to 250 degrees Fahrenheit. Maintain the temperature and continue heating. For 10 seconds, add the pre-cooked tentacle slugs and simmer over low heat until the potion is thick, then turn off the heat, add the porcupine quills and stir five times clockwise with the wand, and the scabies potion is complete."

"However, it should be noted that when adding porcupine quills and stirring, the output of the wand's magic power is the key to determining the final quality of the potion. A high-quality scabies potion will be transparent green in color and have a consistency similar to honey. .”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief after describing the formula of the scabies potion and some tips in one breath. He had specially asked Hedwig to order some raw materials for the scabies potion and brewed it four or five times in private before he figured out the last one. Reminder, potions are not simply stewing medicinal materials. The use of magic power also has a profound impact on potions.

Snape said in the first lesson that Potions didn't require silly waving of the wand, so some fools would think it wasn't magic.

After Harry discovered this little secret, he finally understood the meaning behind Snape's words.

After hearing Harry's answer, Snape was stunned for a few seconds. His eyes towards Harry changed slightly at this moment.

The answer to the question about the water of life and death in the first lesson only meant that Harry had to flip through the book, but today's answer was more than just a flip of the book.

If Harry didn't have the talent for potions, he wouldn't have been able to discover the mystery of this subtlety. Potions is also magic, but the object of magic is not magic spells, but the magic materials mixed and blended in the crucible.

The magic wand in the hand of the potion master is the baton in the hand of the conductor. Every stirring and frustration represents the ups and downs of different melodies and the alternation of different movements. This is the art of conducting. Only wizards who have stepped into its path can understand the mysterious existence. .

This was talent, an undeniable talent, although in Snape's eyes, such talent was not worth mentioning, and even a little clumsy.

But the familiar appearance caused Snape's mind to resurface some images that had been in the past for a long time but had never been blurred.

That was the figure of a girl...the figure of an extremely talented girl who was praised as a genius by all the professors...

They should have been together, just like the two were inseparable when they were children watching the sunset by the swing. It was he who pushed the swing, and it was the girl who swayed in the sunset and smiled brighter than the afterglow.

But all these memories were cut off on that day. The girl said "Mudblood" and never looked back. They were like intersecting lines. After missing the intersection, they could only go further and further away.

Memories of this time when he should have died kept emerging, and a trace of sadness and regret that was tried hard to hide but could not be concealed was revealed in the depths of Snape's eyes. His numb expression was not a disguise, it was just that he was wearing indifference. It's just covered up so that people don't notice it.

The silence ended, and Snape forcibly pulled his thoughts away from the memory images. This moment of trance did not let the little wizards notice anything was wrong.

Snape forced himself to calm down and prepare to speak, but just when his lips were slightly opened, he saw a pair of clear green eyes staring at him quietly.

"Lily...."

A murmur, lower than a whisper, rolled in the back of Snape's throat, words he didn't want anyone to hear.

It seemed that a tight string was broken, and Snape, whose mind was blank, quietly took a half step back. When he leaned against the blackboard, the touch from his body brought him back to consciousness.

"Why don't you write it down?"

An extremely cold air broke out in the Potions classroom. The trembling little wizards lowered their heads in an instant, and the noise of frantically searching for quills and parchment appeared in the classroom.

Snape held the sides of the desk and lowered his head. The hair hanging down from his forehead covered his eyes, blocking his sight of the clear green eyes.

Harry saw the sorrow revealed in the depths of Snape's eyes. This extremely complicated emotion was something he could not understand. Snape's words seemed to tell him many things, but he was completely unable to express them.

When the rustling of quills across parchment stopped, Snape raised his head again, perfectly restraining all emotions.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. That's a good answer, Harry."

He knocked on the blackboard again, and new writing appeared, which was the formula for the second potion to be prepared today. The class returned to the same state as before, but there were some vague differences, but no one could tell. What is it.

(I’m going to start posting short chapters today. I’m adjusting my status and getting ready to start. Since I’ve already sent it, I’ll finish it as soon as possible. The last book on Naruto has already broken my trust with everyone. I’ll try to finish this HP as soon as possible. , no regrets, I hope I can have 500 yuan by then, at least I can have enough to eat.)

(But don’t overdo it. The royalties of four to five hundred a month are really starving to death (that’s the case with Naruto). Seeing how miserable I am, I’ll give you two free recommendations.)

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