Chinese students at Hogwarts.

What magic potion was brewed? Wait, potion? ? !

Zhang Xiaofu reached his heart and complimented in an admiring tone:

"Professor, you are really awesome. I did use a crucible to cook something before school started. It is a recipe popular in the East. Because it is friendly to beginners, I gave it a try."

Professor Snape's expression softened a little. He carefully stared at the components of the Scapin Analysis Curse and suddenly said:

"What is the effect of this potion?"

"Well" Zhang Xiao thought desperately and started to make up random things: "Professor, this kind of magic potion has many effects, but its relative effectiveness is not very strong."

Snape said "hmm" through his nose, and Zhang Xiao continued to write: "The main effect is that it can make people feel happy, have a happy feeling, and can also make people feel warm all over."

"What's the name of this potion that sounds almost as effective as the Joy Potion?"

"Happiness soup!" Zhang Xiao blurted out without blinking.

Snape touched his chin and nodded slowly. The name of Happy Soup was more consistent with the effect.

He still wanted to ask for some details. After all, the cooking method and the incredible variety of raw materials opened his eyes.

So there is still this idea of ​​brewing magic potion?

But remembering that he was still in class, he could only put down this idea, flicked his cloak and returned to the desk, leaving behind a sentence:

"Slytherin deducts 1 point. I hope Zhang can remember that you must clean the crucible carefully after brewing the potion, otherwise it may affect your next potion brewing!"

Zhang Xiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was a Slytherin. If it were Harry, maybe Gryffindor would be in debt! Snape was probably going crazy when he found out that he was cooking hotpot in a cauldron!

Snape stared gloomily at the little wizard below and said slowly:

"It's so pathetic. Your appearance makes me wonder if I'm teaching a bunch of trolls. Does someone have to tell you that this sentence is important so that you can write it down in notes?"

A group of young wizards seemed to have been whipped collectively. They hurriedly opened their notebooks and wrote down the first rule of potions with a quill: the crucible must be cleaned.

Fortunately, after such a fuss, Snape did not continue to embarrass Harry, which made little Harry secretly relieved, but he soon regretted that he had relaxed too early.

Snape said that the profound knowledge of potions is useless just reading. Even Mr. Pott, who doesn't understand anything, can read the text in the textbook aloud, so the more important thing about potions is to see how to do it. ability.

When he said these words, his eyes were still looking at Hermione, but Hermione withstood the pressure and completed the preparation with outstanding performance when brewing the potion to treat scabies.

But Snape acted as if he hadn't seen it, and turned around to praise Malfoy and Zhang Xiao for how perfectly they cooked the slugs.

Harry felt that he was extremely unlucky. Snape dragged his long black cloak around him and kept his eyes on his face.

As long as there was any irregularity, he would use that annoying prolongation to mock himself. Harry thought angrily, is Snape a stand-up comedian? (Note 1) How come he laughs at other people’s words so much?

At this moment, a burst of acidic green smoke suddenly emerged from the underground classroom, followed by an explosion and a loud hissing sound.

Seamus's face had turned black and his hair was messy. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of black smoke came out. Neville looked at the burned cauldron in front of him with a sad face.

The potion in the pot spilled onto the stone floor, burning holes in the students' shoes. Within seconds, the whole class was standing on the stools. When the pot was knocked over, Neville was soaked in the potion. At this time, his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion on the ground.

"I suppose you put the porcupine quills in the pot without taking it off the fire, didn't you?"

Neville sobbed and cried, and scabies suddenly appeared on his nose.

"And you! What on earth did you do to make the simplest potion explode?" Snape snapped at Seamus.

"I don't know, Professor!" Seamus replied, blowing smoke rings.

"Shut up! I'm not asking you to answer. You two, go to the school hospital!" Snape turned away and looked at Harry, looking at him with an expression of disgust:

"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills? Do you think he made a mistake just to show you? Gryffindor lost another point because of you."

Harry almost couldn't help but throw the potion in his face, but Ron pulled his clothes desperately, so he had to give up and continue to boil the potion.

Malfoy sneered and said to Zhang Xiao:

"Is that Seamus a mixed race? Although you don't want to admit it, a mixed race is a mixed race."

Zhang Xiao said nothing and pointed back. Malfoy looked back and his face turned red. He saw Crabbe and Goyle clumsily stirring up his dinner like a pair of giant monsters.

There was a disgusting slurry in the pot, as if a swamp had been boiled. It was slightly better than Seamus and Neville, but the improvement was limited.

But Snape seemed to be blind. Even though he passed by them many times, he didn't even look at them.

Zhang Xiao suspected that Snape was afraid that he would not be able to bear it after reading it.

"Clean it up. Don't do anything this time. I'll brew the potion myself." Zhang Xiao patted Malfoy on the shoulder and returned his attention to the potion.

Before actually doing it, Zhang Xiao felt that the potion was very simple. Isn't it just adding things in order? Just be careful and don't make any mistakes, right?

But after he actually took action, he realized how stupid and naive he was.

It's like watching cooking, it looks simple, just cut the vegetables and put them in the pot, stir-fry them, add seasonings, and take them out of the pot. But just like the "a little", "appropriate amount" and "a few" in the recipe make countless people scratch their heads.

The real difficulty in potions is how to accurately grasp the amount and timing of adding ingredients.

If you add the wrong timing and amount when cooking, it will be unpalatable at best, but if you add the wrong potion, it will be useless at best and start over again, or it will fry the pot and kill people!

In other words, potions is actually a subject that requires quite a lot of talent. For example, when Hermione Granger was in second grade, she brewed the polyjuice potion for a month, involving nearly 20 kinds of materials (including accessories), including Pre-preparing, grinding, refining, mixing, drying and other methods, it finally succeeded!

I can only say that the God of Learning is worthy of being the God of Learning.

The scabies potion is indeed an introductory potion. I don’t know if I cooked a lot in my previous life, but Zhang Xiao feels that I have a very accurate grasp of the timing and weight.

This made him couldn't help but wonder, if a laboratory dog ​​from a previous life came over, would he directly become a potions master? Or go directly to automation?

Harry finally made it to the end of get out of class. He found Zhang Xiao, first complained about Snape, and then said:

"Do you remember the Hagrid I told you about when school started? It was the big man. He invited me to be his guest and agreed that I would bring my friends with me.

Will you come? "

Hagrid? Zhang Xiao's interest was suddenly piqued, and he happily agreed.

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Note 1: Talk show originated in England in the 18th century and gradually evolved into today's performance form in the 19s.