Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

At six o'clock the next morning, Ohm opened his eyes on time, got up, washed and dressed.

While his roommates were still sleeping, Ohm checked today's classes, inserted his wand into his right sleeve, and gently took out the "Magic Potions and Potions" and "Standard Spells: Elementary" that would be used in today's class from the suitcase. ” and “Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense,” tucked a few pieces of parchment into each book, tied the three tomes together with an old Iggy’s old leather belt, and swung them over his shoulder.

Then he put the quill and ink bottle into his robe pocket, and finally pulled out the pewter cauldron from the bottom of the box - the medicinal materials were wrapped in oil paper and placed inside together with the glass medicine bottle - and tucked it under his arm.This is also marked on the timetable as a must-have item for Potions class.

Although class only started at eight o'clock, Ohm didn't want to study passively, so he decided to find a place where he wouldn't disturb others and memorize the Potions textbook again.

Early mornings in the UK always start with mist. When Ohm looked out the window, he could only see a thick white patch. He left the Ravenclaw Tower and walked to the restaurant along the route he took last night.

Ohm's sense of direction and memory are very good. The change of stairs and the disappearance of steps have been memorized in his mind, and there is no trouble for him at all.

There was no one in the restaurant, and the enchanted dome was also a scene shrouded in clouds and mist. The pale white light cast by it made this huge space look eerie and mysterious.

But this did not affect Ohm. He slipped the wand out of his sleeve and released a lighting spell, igniting a soft fluorescent ball the size of a table tennis ball and letting it float in front of him.

Sitting at the long table in Ravenclaw, with the cauldron at his feet, Ohm began to recite the textbook strictly according to his plan, letting his voice echo in the restaurant.

When he memorized the sixth paragraph on page 84, about the steps for preparing the water of life and death, the door of the restaurant was opened to both sides.

Ohm kept talking and glanced quickly.

It was Mr. Filch, the castle keeper, and it was time for him to open the main doors of the castle.This man who was quite unpopular among the students looked old, with long sparse brown-red hair, a long nose with an obvious hook, and a pair of eyes that were always wide and bloodshot.

Filch had a scrawny Maine Coon cat he called "Mrs. Norris."This long-haired beast with red eyes would always appear unexpectedly behind students trying to break the rules and summon Filch with its hoarse voice, so every student wanted to kick it.

Filch discovered that there was actually a little wizard who got up earlier than him. He walked up behind Ohm suspiciously, glanced at the book that Ohm hadn't opened at all, listened to Ohm's reciting voice, snorted from his nose, and left. opened.

Ohm ignored Filch and just silently sped up the recitation speed. He also wanted to read "Standard Spells: Elementary" after reciting this book.

But only a short while later, Hermione walked in with a schoolbag on her shoulder and a hairstyle that looked like it was about to explode. While combing her stubborn hair with a small comb in distress, she muttered something. Contents of A History of Magic.

Hearing that Ohm had almost finished memorizing the book "Magic Potions and Potions", Miss Beaver's eyes burned with a kind of flame called "fighting spirit", and she sat down opposite Ohm, speaking words very fast. It's the same as a machine gun.

Ohm gave her a strange look, nodded kindly to Hermione, and continued to review the contents of the book at his own pace.

When the time came to seven o'clock, there were gradually more and more people in the restaurant, and breakfast items such as bacon, fried eggs, and sandwiches began to appear on the plates on the long table.

Ohm finished memorizing the potions textbook, which was more than 200 pages long, got himself five cod fish sandwiches and seven hard-boiled eggs, and poured a glass full of orange juice.

He glanced at Hermione who was covering her ears with her fingers so that she could fully concentrate on the textbook. Remembering that she didn't seem to like sweets, he poured a small glass of pure milk and put it in her hand.

In the following time, Ohm enjoyed his breakfast and leisurely flipped through "Standard Spells: Elementary".

The sun dispelled the morning fog and passed through the window, illuminating the long table with warm light spots.With sleepy eyes, Fiorina walked into the restaurant with heavy steps, placed her schoolbag and crucible heavily on the bench, and sat down next to Ohm.

It always felt like something translucent was floating out of her mouth.

Om saw her short gray hair standing like a dandelion, and couldn't help but reach out and rub Fiorina's head, getting an almost white eye.The boy turned the pages of the book in his hand, looked at the thick dark circles under the short-haired girl's eyes, and asked with a smile: "f·f, when did you learn to wear smoky makeup?"

"Go, hehe - go to hell, it's because the mattress here is too soft compared to the one at home, which made me uncomfortable. I couldn't fall asleep even after lying down for a long time." Fiorina said. After a long yawn, I poured a glass of apple cider vinegar and drank it all in one gulp. I smacked my lips and was not satisfied, so I poured another glass.

But this didn't wake her up. Fiorina patted her cheek, got up and ran to give Ms. Helena, who had just drifted in, a hug, and then returned to her seat shivering all over.

"This is such a good idea, why didn't I think of it?" Hermione looked at the ghosts floating into the restaurant, her eyes shining with eagerness.

She seems to have found a trick to keep herself in a learning state at all times!

"No... Idiots don't catch colds, but Hermione you are different..." Ohm smiled and waved his hand and ate the only egg left on the plate.

Fiorina happily ate the croissant, and after a while she came back to her senses. She glared at Ohm and said, "You mean I'm stupid?"

"Class starts in 10 minutes, let's go." Ohm tied up the books, carried the crucible, nodded to Hermione, got up and walked out of the restaurant door.

"Don't change the subject! You bad guy!" Fiorina hurriedly stuffed a strip of bacon into her mouth, picked up two croissant bags and put them in her pocket, picked up her school bag and the cauldron and chased after her.

The Potions classroom is underground in the castle. It is said that this place was originally part of the dungeon. Even if there were burning torches on the walls, they could not dispel the cold feeling like maggots on the tarsal bones.

Transparent glass jars are placed on the walls of the classroom, and pale and swollen animal specimens are floating in a light yellow solution; the lighting in the room is extremely poor, and the lighting is completely dependent on oil lamps hanging from the ceiling.

There were two strange-looking stoves on each table. As soon as Ohm hung his crucible on the stove's crossbar, green tongues of fire spurted out from the stove, licking the bottom of the pot greedily.

Ohm quickly took his crucible off the crossbar. The book said that dry heating of the crucible was prohibited to prevent it from cracking. He didn't want to spend money to buy another pot.

Soon it was time for class, and the little wizards entered the classroom one after another, sitting in their seats and chatting excitedly, looking forward to their first class at Hogwarts.

But this sense of expectation was quickly shattered like bubbles in the sun with the entrance of the Potions Professor.

Severus Snape burst open the door and came in, his black robes fluttering like bat wings, and his empty and cold black eyes like two deep tunnels, swallowing up all the discussions in the classroom.

The door panel hit the wall, rebounding just hard enough for it to close itself.

For a moment, the classroom fell into deathly silence - only the sound of Fiorina chewing croissants was left, but she quickly reacted and stopped - the eaglets and badgers were extremely clear at this moment He realized the fact that his Potions teacher was definitely not an easy person to deal with.

Snape picked up the roster and started calling names without any foreshadowing. When he called Ohm's name, he paused slightly, raised his eyes from the roster, glanced at Ohm, and lowered his eyes again.

Ohm noticed this, but he didn't know why Snape did this. He just sat in confusion and stepped on Fiorina who was still eating.

After the names were called, Snape crossed his hands on his chest, wrapped his robe tightly around his body, and said in a voice barely above a whisper:

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion-making. Since there is no foolish waving of wands, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I do not expect you to truly understand. The beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance, you will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts and minds confused and their wills blurred..."

When he said this, he leaned forward slightly and said: "I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of idiots I often encounter. That’s all.”

Ohm felt a surge of ecstasy.Stop the death!What a tempting goal!If I could even make a potion that could prevent death, wouldn't it be easy to cure Marlenia's disability, Lawrence's burns, and Lani's broken arm?

He couldn't help but sit up straight, his dark eyes bursting with infinite desire for knowledge.

Snape suddenly raised his voice: "Ohm Messiah!"

Ohm immediately stood up, with his feet spread wide, his hands behind his back, and answered loudly: "Yes, Professor!"

"Which step in the scabies potion will cause it to explode if you do it wrong?" The Potion Professor's gaze passed over Ohm's long black hair and patched robes, and pierced directly into the boy's eyes.

Snape saw his old self in the boy's eyes.

"Adding porcupine quills before the crucible is completely cooled will produce thick green smoke and dissolve the crucible, causing the potion to splash, Professor." Ohm replied meticulously.

"What is the main component of the confusion potion?" Snape put his hands on Ohm's desk and spoke very fast.

"Sneezeweed, scurvy and lovage, Professor." Orm looked directly into Snape's eyes.

Sure enough, getting up early to review is the right choice!

"When preparing the water of life and death, how should the mugwort be treated?" Snape's lips curled up slightly, continuing to raise the difficulty of the question.

This is already part of the sixth-grade class at Hogwarts. If the entire deployment process is not memorized, even the sixth-grade students who have passed the OWS exam will have to think for a while before answering.

"Submerge the mugwort leaves in the 75-degree Celsius mothella juice. After six heartbeats, heat it to 117 degrees Celsius. Use a wand to tap four times along the edge of the pot. After cooling, remove the mugwort leaves and remove the remaining juice. Cook until it is slightly viscous and has a slightly astringent smell.”

Ohm answered fluently, and his excellent memory allowed him to flip through "Magic Potions and Potions" in his mind, and all he had to do next was read it out from the book in his mind.

The students whispered to each other in surprise. Many little wizards had opened the potions textbook for the first time today.They couldn't answer the Potions Professor's three questions at all, but this shabby-dressed man could answer them so fluently, which made them think:

What about your mother?

"Quiet." Snape said coldly, and his ruthless eyes silenced every young wizard who spoke.

He shook his robe, walked to the podium, picked up chalk and wrote on the blackboard, and said at the same time: "It seems that not everyone's heads are empty. Maybe this semester I can finally teach people to refine potions instead of bringing them with me." Cooking soup with a group of New Guinea baboons... Sit down, Messiah, one point for Ravenclaw."

"Yes, Professor."

In the following time, the other little wizards were holding back their motivation to prove in front of Snape that they were not New Guinea baboons.

But it turns out that potions can't be made successfully by hard work. When the little wizards tried to make the scabies potion by themselves, Ernie Macmillan of Hufflepuff accidentally added too many snake fangs, and the stove was damaged. The flame was a little too strong, which resulted in——

Whoosh!

Ohm and Fiorina witnessed with their own eyes the lid of Ernie's cauldron soared into the sky in a heroic and fearless manner, knocking over the oil lamp on the ceiling, spilling burning oil, and making the little wizards run away.

And there was thick black smoke coming out of his pot, and the smell was so bad, it was like igniting wool socks that had been worn by someone with sweaty feet for months.

"Idiot!" Snape yelled, flicking his wand to extinguish the flames, checking whether any little wizard was burned, and at the same time punishing Ernie to copy the recipe for scabies potion a hundred times. He was not allowed to touch the cauldron until he finished copying it. .

"Is the Messiah the only one with eyes and brains?! If you can't read the words on the blackboard, I will ask Principal Dumbledore to hire a giant monster as your literacy teacher!"

Poor Ernie, with his face blackened by smoke and venom spewed by Snape, was lying on the table with his head hanging down, copying books.

At the end of get out of class, Snape also assigned a homework, which was to briefly discuss why animal tissue often needs to be cooled in advance before adding to potions. The ten-inch length should be turned in next time in Potions class.

"Did you notice, Ohm?"

Fiorina said as the two put their cauldrons and equipment into the storage room next to the Potions classroom and walked towards the Charms classroom upstairs.

"What?" A big question mark appeared on Ohm's head.

"Professor Snape looks just like you!" Fiorina said with a vindictive smile on her face.

Stinky Ohm, you said I look like Mrs. Huo Qi, but now you look more like that old bat!

"It's just that my hair style is similar!" Ohm's eyes widened and he pointed at his nose, "I'm much more handsome than him!"

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care! From today on, you are little Snape!"

"Don't call me that, little Huo Qi with smoky makeup!"

"Ahh! Ohm, you big bad guy!"

The two were quarreling on the stairs until they were scolded by the portraits on the wall. After signing the truce agreement, they entered the Charms Classroom.