Chinese students at Hogwarts.

The news about Zhang Xiao's performance in the Transfiguration class spread throughout the entire first grade wizard at an extremely fast speed.

Zhang Xiao thinks that the main reason is that many young wizards are shocked that Professor McGonagall can actually laugh!

By the time another day passed, Zhang Xiao had already received his first nickname in school - "Mr. Why".

Because he always kept asking why:

"Professor Flitwick, why do you need to coordinate hand gestures when casting a spell? Does the spell match the hand gestures?"

"Professor Sprout, why can't these magical plants be hybridized? Can we try grafting?"

"Professor Kettleburn, are these magical animals delicious? Can't they be eaten? What about soaking them in wine?"

These questions always make the professor silent for a long time, but he has to admit that although they sound absurd, if you think about it carefully, these questions really exist.

There are thousands of kinds of magic spells, and the general gestures are always waving, shaking, lifting, and poking. There will always be a crash. And are gestures really needed to release the magic spell?

Professor Flitwick knew the answer, but it was too early for the young wizard.

The funny and kind dean had no choice but to change the subject abruptly and talk about the weather.

Can magic plants be grafted?

I don’t know, no one has tried it, because many magical plants are extremely precious, and it hurts to lose a leaf, so how can they be willing to graft them?

Rather than asking whether magical beasts are delicious, Professor Kettleburn wants to know more: why are they used to soak in wine?

After listening to Zhang Xiao's story, the old professor with a big beard was obviously attracted by the keywords such as "improving ability", "eliminating fatigue", "removing rheumatism" and "warming the stomach" in Zhang Xiao's description.

He immediately decided to try it with the eight-eyed spider and curling-winged demon in his collection. If it was indeed effective, the old professor was ready to challenge the troll again.

Even Malfoy was preparing to secretly write a letter to his father, saying that he had overheard a "secret medicine formula" from the ancient East.

In this way, the time finally came to Thursday, and Zhang Xiao finally had her first shared class with her Gryffindor friends - potions class.

The Potions classroom was not far from the Slytherin common room, perhaps because both were converted from dungeons.

It's colder here than in the main castle building above. Glass jars lined the walls, filled with stuffed animals that made people shiver more than the temperature.

In the low classroom, Harry and Ron squeezed past Malfoy, sat down next to Zhang Xiao, and chatted with him happily:

"Zhang, how are you doing? Did Slytherin take revenge on you for stopping them from bullying the new students?"

Zhang Xiaodun was surprised. Are Slytherin students so good at keeping secrets?

There was no news about the fact that he became the eldest son of the first grade!

He shook his head: "I won't be bullied, but you, Harry. You can be more casual with other classes, but you have to be careful in the Potions class."

Harry lowered his head and said, "Do you think so too? I told Ron that I felt that Professor Snape didn't like me at the opening party."

Ron said confused: "But why? Even if he is the dean of Slytherin, there is no need to hate a Gryffindor student who has never met him, right?"

Zhang Xiao couldn't say too much, so he could only vaguely say:

"The news I heard in Slytherin is said to be a grudge between my father's generation. Your father's relationship with Professor Snape is not very good. I don't know the details."

my dad? Harry felt as if his heart had been pinched. He nodded silently, bit his lip, and opened the book quietly.

"Bang" The door to the basement was pushed open hard, and Professor Snape walked in quickly.

The black cloak fluttered in the wind behind him, like a huge bat gliding towards him.

While walking, he waved his wand casually, and the door and windows of the classroom were closed forcefully.

He half leaned on the podium and glanced around the entire classroom with cold and gloomy eyes.

The students who were already shivering from the cold suddenly shivered and hurriedly prepared themselves properly.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion making."

He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, like an aria.

"In my class, there's no silly waving of the wand, and I don't expect you to truly appreciate the wonders of potions.

You also don’t really understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people’s bodies, which makes people feel fascinated and confused.

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 whole class fell silent. Harry and Ron were like little wives, with low eyebrows and no courage to breathe.

Malfoy raised his eyebrows, seeming to be very interested in improving his reputation and creating glory.

Hermione Granger moved almost to the edge of her chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that she was not a stupid fool.

"Butter!" Snape said in an emphatic tone, then asked softly, "What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

What grass root powder is put into what solution? Harry's heart tightened, Zhang was really right!

His face turned pale with nervousness, and Hermione seemed to hear the sound of the starting gun. She raised her arm in a whoosh, almost leaving an afterimage.

Moreover, she stared at Zhang Xiao with a slightly provocative look, apparently treating him as an opponent.

Well, Zhang Xiao looked at Hermione speechlessly, who kept raising her eyebrows at him, and then in her surprised eyes, he covered his face with his hands and slowly turned his body to avoid her sight.

coward! Hermione turned her head disdainfully and raised her hands higher.

Snape completely ignored the others. His black eyes, as deep as ancient wells, wandered back and forth on Harry's green pupils and black hair, and his tone became colder and colder:

"Pote, tell me about Aconitum scapula and Wolfsbane."

Snape suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He twitched his nose twice, as if he was a little confused, then took out his wand and tapped his hooked nose.

Zhang Xiao looked at Snape in horror, as if a police dog had discovered some contraband. He quickly walked to the back of the classroom, stopped in front of his cauldron, and said gloomily:

"Whose crucible is this?"

Zhang Xiao stood up slowly and tried hard to convey his thoughts with eyes filled with expectation, Dean, you are one of my own, Dean! ! !

"Professor, it's mine!"

It's over. I didn't clean the pot after eating the hot pot, and I cleaned it up with a new skill. But even so, Snape's nose must be too good!

Seeing that it was a Slytherin student who stood up, Snape's cold eyes softened a little.

He pursed his lips and raised his wand and waved it again, and all kinds of light spots suddenly appeared on the crucible.

Hermione said softly, covered her mouth and whispered, "Scapin Analysis Curse! The professor is analyzing the ingredients of the potion!"

Snape stared at the light spot on the crucible for a long time, his brows furrowed more and more, and finally he couldn't help but ask:

"What potion did you brew in the cauldron?"