Outstanding first-year student at HP Hogwarts-wy

"Liquid, show me a pot of potion now." Professor Snape stood beside the crucible, staring at the crucible, "A bottle of blood tonic."

He has a complex expression, God knows how shocked he was after drinking the bottle of blood tonic yesterday on a whim, as a potion master, he has brewed soul potions for the Dark Lord, but no potion can do that The effect of the bottle of blood tonic can repair the damage of the soul...

This is simply unheard of. If such a potion is known by that person, this ignorant witch is the strongest backing for the Dark Lord's reckless actions. A potion master can influence the situation and gain an advantage in a war.

Professor Snape fell into deep thought. I hurriedly processed the medicinal materials according to the method in the book. I was afraid that he would find out that I just poured them into the pot and simmered them casually. The materials were processed one by one, and every inch was carefully handled. Measure it, so my potion boils very slowly, I don't dare to stir the crucible quickly.

The potion that was originally prepared after two rounds of potion mixing took me a long time, and every step was strictly followed by the book, so it seems that I respect the potion very much.

"The method is very correct, and the handling is quite satisfactory." Professor Snape shook the crystal bottle containing the red potion, opened it and took a sip. It still had the effect of healing the soul, and he frowned again, "But your potion is There is one more effect."

Extra effects?What effect can it have, isn't it all blood?

The doubts on my face were so obvious that Professor Snape felt that it was useless to tell me, "You go, don't boil the potion today, and come back to the cellar tomorrow afternoon."

The potion that this little witch boiled in class before was thrown away, and there should be no chance for others to get it. There are not many people like him who are sensitive to the soul, and even can be called masters in this respect. Listen It seems that the witch can keep this deadly little secret, but she still has to talk to Dumbledore about this tricky matter.

Professor Snape, who felt that the time he spent happily making potions was wasted, glared at the little witch, and hurried from the fireplace to the headmaster's office.

I stayed where I was stared at inexplicably, and hurried out of this cold cellar, Professor Snape is really moody, more incomprehensible than a little girl.

I secretly thought about how Professor Snape would look like a little girl with two braids, hahahahahaha!It's really suitable, the original unhappy mood instantly recovered.

In the afternoon of the second day, Professor Snape just warned me not to boil the potion by myself and let the matter pass. He didn't even bother to explain to me why I boiled the potion for no reason. I thought revengefully in my heart So, let's just pretend that the professor is in some kind of strange "menstrual period" and he's in a bad mood, hum!

Harry and Ron thought about it for a long time, but they didn't find any conspiracy from Professor Snape's behavior. The guesses were all bizarre ideas, with no reference value at all.

But they didn't have so much leisure time to guess and guess, the Quidditch match was coming.

I'm counting the days until the day of the game!It's rare for me to be so energetic at breakfast. I used to be sluggish and have a bad appetite because I got up early. Today is different. I rarely eat a sandwich, two slices of bread and a large glass of milk.

Professor Snape didn't seem to be in a good mood, and he seemed out of place among a group of happy people.He looked at little Harry angrily, and the movements of his hands intensified involuntarily. I felt that he poked the innocent breakfast in Harry's face.

The strange love and hatred of adults!Mom said that the professor hated Harry because his father hated Harry, but Harry was not his father, so why did he hate Harry?

My mother seemed very embarrassed at that time. She seemed to have no idea how to explain it, and she didn’t want to excuse me by saying that I would understand when I grow up, but I don’t like children who ask questions so much. I hugged my mother and said, “It’s okay. Yes, I won't hate my mother who cooks because I hate cauliflower, I think this matter is because the professor is too narrow-minded."

My mother pinched my face: "It's not that simple, my little girl, feelings are nothing more than a simple thing for a child like you, and it is indeed the most difficult puzzle in the world for an adult, but what you said is Yes, but, alas, let’s not talk about that.”

I shook my head while thinking, and let go of things I didn't understand.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Ao was afraid that the professor would find out that he could cook the potion just by doing two laps at will. The mental process was probably the same as the process of me doing math problems and not being discovered by the teacher, who directly saw the answer without writing it.

Si Jiao often sprays the little lion's practice in class, and Xiao Ao is also afraid of being sprayed, even if she can always give the "correct answer".

Then, I referred to the treatment of the potions I boiled in class, and they were all thrown away (most of them) in the end, except for some relatively expensive products that may be recycled, but the general products in our laboratory are all It was poured directly into the waste liquid tank, because the purity of ours is not good, and the product is not very expensive, so I think these potions from the potions class should not be kept or sold, because they are all experimental products for beginners , no one should want it.

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