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"Before today's class," said Snape, walking to his lectern and beginning to look around at them, "I would like to remind you in due course that you will have an important exam in June, when you will prove How much I've learned on my own about potion making and use. Even though there are a few people in the class who are mentally retarded, I hope you barely manage to get a 'pass' on your OWLs, or I'll be... very angry."

For a moment he stared at Neville, who was trying to suppress his fear.

"After this year, of course, many of you won't be able to continue studying with me," Snape went on, "I'll only let the best students into my NEWTs Potions class, which means that some of you Some of you are going to have to say goodbye."

His eyes fell on Harry's face, and Harry didn't show an overly expression. After the fifth year, he could give up Potions class so that he could breathe a sigh of relief. He really didn't have the talent in this area.

Snape then went on to say something half threatening, half sarcastic, admonishing those who were doing to stick with the year of study.

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in exams: palliative, which can calm down and relieve irritability and anxiety. Note: if the ingredients are careless, it will make the drug taker fall into a kind of death. Even an irreversible lethargy..."

Under Snape's flat voice without any ups and downs, Hermione sat up straight. If she could ignore the green surrounding her, this seat near the blackboard and podium would be a kind of happiness for her.

Ron looked at the textbook catalog in a daze with fear, obviously in a state of fugue.

Harry stared at the platinum-blonde head sitting in front of him in a daze, as if he wanted to count how many hairs there were on it.

"... Now, you have an hour and a half... let's get started."

After Snape left the formula on the blackboard and opened the locker, the whole class became busy.The potion he arranged for them was the most difficult and labor-intensive one.It must be stirred according to the strict order and quantity, the specified number of times, neither more nor less; first clockwise and then counterclockwise; fire temperature and time must be accurately mastered.

"Oh—look," Pansy said to Draco, turning to look at Harry's cauldron.

Draco turned around and glanced at him, the corners of his mouth parted happily, but he didn't dare to go too far in Snape's class. When he looked at Harry provocatively, he found that the other party had been looking at him, which made him vaguely very nervous.

"Potter, what is this?"

"Uh... palliative?"

"That's nice." The sarcastic aria caught Snape's attention.

The eyes on the hooked nose looked down at the dark gray pot, "Potter, do you know how to read?" Snape said softly.

Draco laughed loudly from the sidelines.

"Read him the third line of the operation," Snape said to Draco.

"Add moonstone powder and stir counterclockwise three times..."

Harry watched as Draco read the instructions triumphantly and gracefully without saying a word.

"Have you done everything, Potter?"

"No." Harry said calmly, "I need some help." While saying that, he rolled Hermione's eyes, but Draco had some bad premonition at this moment.

"No one can help you with this crucible of garbage," Snape said as he emptied the entire cauldron.

"I do need help starting over." He repeated and looked earnestly at Snape.

"Perhaps the best Potions student can help you a bit," Snape looked at Hermione, whom Harry had been hinting at, "Mr. Malfoy," he called, "hope Potter won't waste you much time."

"Yes, Professor"

Snape didn't see Harry and Malfoy's indescribable expression after he turned and smiled at Malfoy.

He did it on purpose! ——It's hard for Draco to describe this feeling, but he's absolutely sure that everything that happened just now was a trap set by the guy in front of him, and he and the godfather both jumped into it! Draco turned around angrily to finish bottling his potion, and he finished his portion ahead of schedule.

"Shall we start now?"

With his hands on the table, Harry leaned his upper body forward and whispered in Malfoy's ear in the front row. The feeling of his breath spraying on the pinna made him turn around in shock and anger, and the cursing words were finally suppressed in a serious manner. In the classroom, there are only intimidating eyes staring at the perpetrators.

"What did he do?" Pansy beside him felt Draco's sudden emotional doubt and looked at Potter who didn't do anything.

"Make your potion." Draco didn't intend to distract the girl.

He poked Harry's chest with his wand and pushed him back, "Start." He said with disgust, "You'd better finish it before get out of class ends." He still had business to discuss with his godfather.

By the way, he sneered at the green pot of Ron's pot next to him and sarcastically.

"Wait, stir first and then put the moonstone." Draco's gaze followed Harry's hand as it moved across the table, reminding him at the right time, "Clockwise, three times. …Continue"

"Hellebore, don't make the same mistake twice, Potter.  …Wait, cut it upright."

"What's the difference, trouble!" Ron complained beside him.

Before Draco could speak sarcastically, Hermione interjected, "Will it cut off its meridians to make the medicine less effective?" She suddenly realized, no wonder her Potions were always a little weaker than Malfoy's. Such a demanding detail and refined class.

"A truth that even a Mudblood can understand..."

"Don't call her that!" Ron blushed and resisted, "It's just a palliative..."

"Malfoy..." Harry's voice interrupted the person who wanted to sneer again, he fiddled with the crooked things he cut and showed them to the other party, begging with a confused face, "Can you demonstrate?"

The meridian of the hellebore is not vertical and straight, so it is difficult not to break it.

Draco raised his chin proudly, walked to Harry's side and raised his wand, "Wands are never just a decoration for wizards." These words were full of pride and superiority over pure blood.

For half-bloods and mudbloods who have only been exposed to wands since they were 11 years old, they will never understand the significance of wands as a part of the body.

I saw a silver sharp thing coming out of that wand, following his movements, it smoothly drew an elegant curve on the hellebore, perfect.

Hermione let out a soft exclamation from the side, with a clear desire for new knowledge, she would not sit so close before, and she did not pay attention to the operation method of the eternal Potions class No. 1, only classifying the gap as Sneak Pu's partiality, so many things can only be judged by understanding.Prejudice narrows people down.

"Like an artist." Harry praised softly beside him.

Sure enough, Draco gave him a smug smile, "Go on, Potter"

"You can't expect me to learn how you do it now." Potter cut with his wand with a look of embarrassment, then glanced at his finished product and complained to Draco, "I may never be as perfect as you are."

"Hmph, of course at that time." Draco seemed very satisfied with Harry's performance, and put the share he demonstrated just now into the opponent's crucible, and even performed the subsequent steps himself in a good mood.

It was just that he suddenly felt a warm body pressed against his back, and he covered it with a hand, "Professor Snape is coming here..." There was a bit of urgency in his tone, as if all his actions were subconscious caused by tension.

Malfoy let go of the stirring rod a little bit like an electric shock, left Harry's desk and went back to guide him opposite, rubbing his fingers secretly in the large wizard robe, as if trying to dissipate the remaining warmth from just now.

"Stop, Potter." Snape's voice sounded suddenly, "Tell me what are you doing?"

Harry was immersed in the rare peaceful coexistence with Draco, only to realize that the stirring was too much... Bubbles began to bubble in the cauldron...

"Mr. Malfoy" Snape said, looking at the boy on the other side, "it seems that I can't count on you to help Potter's stupidity." Snape waved his hand and cleared everything again, "Homework, due next week A paper on the influence of stirring times on potion making, no less than 1000 words. Come to my office at eight o'clock tonight, Potter."

Still, Snape still gave Malfoy a little slack.It's just that the arrogant young man had already blushed with shame, he just lost his mind for a while!The idiot Potter!

But at this moment, Harry had already complained secretly in his heart, it was over again...