Adventures of the Prince of HP

"Strong will...you can force yourself to do what you want if you know what you want," the silky cello-like voice sounded, and the voice paused for a long time. The master pursed his lips tightly, as if the praise he just uttered was already the limit.

"Ah, Severus, thank you for your hard work." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, and pushed the candy plate, "Would you like a lemon sherbet?" He stared at the snake king's death gaze and withdrew his hand regretfully , and continued to ask, "So, what did you ask our little prince to do?"

Snape was silent for a moment, then tapped his temple with his wand.

The black mist of memory threads spread in the Pensieve. An hour ago, Allen was sharpening the snake's teeth meticulously. Snape took a look and thought he couldn't do better. Then he put another material Take it out, and saw the crown prince who was still able to handle it just now took a step back.

Dumbledore watched this memory with a subtle expression.

The black-robed professor threw the slug in his hand into a bucket beside him, and tapped his wand, and the bucket flew to Allen, with most of the slug wriggling in it, "Well, Mr. Cornwall, I hope you Can handle these slug materials well." The low and silky voice paused, "Hogwarts' examination system is very strict, and it will not be changed because of you alone."

Dumbledore silently glanced at the black-robed professor beside him, he planned to change.

"...Even if your mind is not filled with Achnatherum splendens, for a student who dare not even touch potion ingredients, I will definitely make him a troll."

Allen automatically translated in his mind, even if the cooking method is perfect, but if he does not handle the potion ingredients himself, he will get a T in the final grade.This is simply intolerable.

So his face was pale, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he took a step forward. When he saw the so-called "potion ingredients" in the bucket, his face became even uglier. He slowly, slowly, slowly put his hand into the bucket, and heard When it felt slippery and sticky to the touch, he withdrew his hand abruptly, and quickly pulled out the handkerchief with the other hand to wipe his fingers clean in a little panic.

His face was very ugly, he turned his head and took a deep breath, trying not to look at the barrel, but he couldn't help but take it back as soon as his slender fingers touched the barrel, and before the snake king started spraying the venom, Alan seemed to be As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he pulled an object casually, with trembling fingers, he quickly took out his wand and tapped the object. The object quickly changed into a bucket. After expressing his admiration for the art, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is always gentle and graceful, is holding the bucket... vomited.

Snape in Dumbledore Snape's memories:  …

Then, after the old man watched Alan vomit out all the acid in his stomach, the boy straightened his back with difficulty and tried to ensure that the image was in place, then twisted his expression reluctantly and took a slug, Alan held back the slug in his stomach Roll over and squeeze the slugs, and quickly repeat a series of behaviors of wiping hands, washing hands, and vomiting after squeezing one.

Dumbledore and the two black-robed professors watched in silence as Allen maintained the routine of taking one, squeezing one, throwing one, washing his hands and spitting out his mouth, and squeezed out a bucket of slugs with difficulty... In the end, Allen's face was as pale as paper, his hands were trembling and he finished the task. With difficulty, he straightened up and looked at the man, "Professor, I'm done."

The black-robed professor of memory was silent for a moment, "well, you can go out now."

Allen nodded, trembling and leaning towards Snape with sincere eyes, "Thank you, Professor, for your guidance." Then he exited the room.

Dumbledore stepped forward to check the results of the treatment of the slug, and found that the level of treatment was almost perfect.

The principal's room reappeared in front of his eyes, and the old man murmured in shock and admiration, "It's really unimaginable willpower...as an 11-year-old boy. How many people in this world can overcome their fears and achieve such perfect To what extent?"

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing, but his appreciation for Allen could be seen in his eyes.

Dumbledore recovered and glanced at Snape, "Actually, Severus, I think we can completely change the examination system for Allen."

"Oh Severus, don't deny it, I know you like Alan very much as a student - he completely memorizes the contents of the textbook, the cooking technique is immature but perfect, although he is afraid of touching these animal materials, he also I can do it... and I can understand your good intentions." Dumbledore was so moved that his eyes darkened, "You are awesome! Then, Severus, can I ask you to give him some extra counseling? For For a genius, it would be too boring to follow the steps."

Snape's face fell, and he growled, "Dumbledore!"