The Melancholy of Gryffindor

"Oh, come on, come on! We're going to be late for Potions class! My God...I don't want to be late for Snape's class!"

Harry had just picked up a piece of buttered toast when he heard the voice of a round-faced first-year student anxiously urging his companion.He paused, looked at the time, and found that there were still more than 40 minutes before the class time, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes silently in his heart-obviously, the professor's reputation had already spread well.

In Gryffindor, the seniors will enthusiastically tell the first-year students which professors seem to be easy to get along with, which professors do not seem to be as easy to get along with on the surface, and which professors are really difficult to get along with, and Professor Snape His name will inevitably be mentioned.Harry didn't want to comment on Professor Snape, after all, this professor was actually very responsible in teaching, and his awkward care and guidance would always be hidden under harsh words.But to be honest, there are very few students who can actually withstand the spray of the professor's venom in the classroom.Especially Gryffindors, given their active nature, dare to make some bold attempts-this often leads to accidents such as crucible explosions and potions flying randomly in the classroom, and the professor seems to be born with The disgust of Gryffindor, a bunch of impulsive lion cubs are not less tormented.

Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help but want to cover his face. In the first Potions class in his two lives, he was the one who was deliberately called out. It seems that the professor's dislike for him would not change even if he did it all over again.Of course, the state of mind in this life is quite different from the previous life, and he will not really understand nothing like the first time he took Potions class. With a sense of shame turned into anger.

Oh, and maybe there's a small reason?The professor asked him the same question in both lifetimes.Hey, Harry clicked his tongue inwardly, the professor is really too, how can he keep using the same method!

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Well, although this whole thing seems very logically connected and inevitable, I still really really want to say, dear Harry, how could the professor know that he was in a dark and stormy month? I used this method on you in the first grade class! Hey!He's just a potions master, he's not Bumpman!

But Harry was obviously not aware of this problem, and he still unconsciously gnawed on the buttered bread in his hand, very complacent.His eyes drifted to the Slytherin long table—well, Draco, he was also quite early today, and he seemed to be in good spirits.Harry nodded in satisfaction, took another bite of the bread in his hand, and began to search for the jam jars on the table.

"Good morning, Harry, can I have some blueberry jam over there?"

"Morning, Greer." Harry replied with a smile, "Blueberries, blueberries...ah, here, here you are—" He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bottle, and threw it to Greer, who was caught by the other party Easy to catch: "You really like blueberries."

Glare blinked mischievously and made an intoxicated little expression: "Oh, I have a soft spot for everything blueberry."

Harry squinted his eyes and curled his lips: "Hey, if a girl wants to pursue you someday, I don't even need a love potion. A bottle of super-large deluxe blueberry can get you done."

Gryll choked, thinking gloomily that this trick seemed to have been used on him by a bunch of bad friends, and he was so pitiful that he had little resistance to it.

"Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"They went to the classroom early, you know, Hermione prefers to go there early."

"Hmm." Glare nodded knowingly, thinking that if such a hard-working and smart little witch didn't go to Ravenclaw, Rowena would probably jump in anger if she found out.Oh, of course, he clenched his fists, the cutest kid will be in Gryffindor of course!

Although Harry didn't want to interrupt Greer's thoughts, he couldn't stand it any longer, and kindly reminded him: "Hey, buddy...you're about to put jam on your hands."

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The Potions class room is near the cellar. Under the leadership of the prefect, Gryll and other Gryffindor students circled down the long stairs, looking at the various animal specimens along the wall one by one, From time to time, the Peeves who came out to make trouble would be chased away ("Merlin's pants, I really want to stuff gummy candies up the nostrils of this goddamn ghost!" the prefect complained disapprovingly).The distance was a bit long, and the air became colder and colder as we went down. Greer could clearly feel a girl walking in front of him shiver.

When they were about to walk into the classroom, the crowd suddenly became quiet, and no one continued to speak.The prefect took them to the door of the classroom and signaled the students to enter the classroom in an orderly manner. Before leaving, he came to Greer and coughed: "To be honest, I am a little worried. The first Potions class every year It happens, last time it was Harry, last time it was Freire - oh, he was the top student in the third year... but no matter what the professor says about you, although it may be difficult to do, please bear with it .”

Glare's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly came back to his senses: "Okay, I will."

There was a faint smell of medicine in the classroom. Professor Snape was standing on the podium, staring at every student who came in with a gloomy expression.Graier sat down next to his roommate Leo, who greeted him a little shyly, and he returned a smile, took out the textbook, and began to carefully read the medicine they were going to make in class today— Scabies potion.

Snape, like Flitwick, took out the roster as soon as the class started, and stopped on purpose when he called on Greer's name.

"Oh, yes, Glare Gloria." He said softly, "The most outstanding freshman in Gryffindor, what a famous person."

If Harry were here, he would definitely feel how similar this sentence is.In his previous life, when Snape picked up the roster to roll the roll, he also drew a long tone in such a low voice, and deliberately raised his eyes to look at him.

There were a lot of Slytherin students laughing mockingly all around, and some boys even covered their mouths.

Glare continued to flip through the book as if nothing had happened. Over the past few days, he has clearly realized how wrong Gryffindor and Slytherin are in Hogwarts now, which is really different from a thousand years ago.

When Snape looked up after calling his names, he found that the Potions Professor's eyes were deep black, cold and emotionless, which reminded him of some bad memories for a moment, and he couldn't help but reach out and click. Forehead, calm yourself down.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion-making," Snape said, his voice almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone caught his every word. .

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the deterrent force of effortlessly bringing order to the classroom: "Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to If you can really appreciate the beauty of the white smoke and fragrance from the slow-simmering cauldron, you will not really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their will blurred. I can teach How you raise your reputation, brew your glory, even prevent death—but only if you're not one of those dumb fools I've been dealing with so often."

Although Snape's tone was not kind, and his face was a little sarcastic for facing the Gryffindor students, Godric could still hear the professor's love for potions.He remembered that when Salazar taught the children their first Potions class, he also wore a simple black robe, with a calm expression and elegant demeanor, and of course his tone was much gentler than that of Professor Snape.

"You have to remember," he said, stretching his white and strong fingers across the white smoke curling up from the cauldron, as if reaching into the most mysterious place in this world: "Magic power is contained in the gift of nature. And potion is a miracle of the combination of nature and law. I don't expect each of you to understand and grasp this subtle touch, but you must bear in mind that power and wealth, glory and life and death are only in your mind between."

Godric was leaning against the door at that time, watching his profile quietly.The expression on Salazar's face was very focused, and the silent joy erupted from the rare enthusiasm, which was captured by him keenly. With a slight smile, he thought that besides himself, the potion was the only thing he was determined to do.

After the brief prologue, the audience was silent, and Gryer was dumbfounded to find that many lion cubs were eager to try, and they seemed eager to prove that they were not idiots and fools.The first-year children are just when they can't hold their breath, and the tone of these words is stimulated - you know, Gryffindor and Slytherin sit separately, and Snape was very nervous when he said the last sentence. Visibly turned his face in the direction of Gryffindor - something might go wrong in this class.

"Gloria!" said Snape suddenly, and the eyes of the class were on Grale. "What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

Graier stood up calmly: "A strong sleeping potion." He hadn't finished reading the potions textbooks of this era, so he could only answer based on the knowledge accumulated in the past, but a skill like potions that has been passed down for thousands of years should be answered. There will be no major changes.

Snape glanced at him and snorted softly.

"Since you know its utility, why can't you name it? Tsk, tsk—" he dragged out his voice, "It seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

The Slytherin students on the other side laughed even harder, and Greer's head hurt a little, but he thought it was within his tolerance, so he just shrugged and said nothing.

"Let's try again, Gloria, tell me, what's the difference between Aconitum acanthus and Aconite chamaejasma?"

"There shouldn't be a difference, professor." The two things were the same plant, but they actually represented different periods of the plant thousands of years ago, and Grale wasn't sure if the same would be the case thousands of years later.He thought about it for a while, and then questioned: "If I remember correctly, professor, this should not be knowledge in the first-year textbook."

"Oh, yes, yes, of course this is not the knowledge in the first-year textbook." Snape whispered, with a kind of sinister complacency in his tone: "Is it true that as one of the best students in Gryffindor , shouldn't you know all this stuff? Also, Mr Gloria, of course I know exactly what to ask in my own class, I regret to have to deduct a point from Gryffindor for your rudeness Disrespectfully contradicting the professor's behavior."

This was a hornet's nest, and the Gryffindor students immediately made a dissatisfied noise. Greer felt his head hurt even more. He couldn't help it, and pressed his forehead.Seeing this, Leo next to him gave a comforting and sympathetic look, and Graier smiled and nodded, thinking that the potions professor's dislike for Gryffindor was well-deserved.

The author has something to say: During the first Potions class, I really like Snape's words very much.

I took the stalk of Salazar teaching potions thousands of years ago~In fact, Godric’s knowledge of potions is quite rich-,-but the knowledge of thousands of years ago and after the millennium should have changed. These days are all lessons, he can’t Spot and master all the differences overnight.

I was thinking about how the lion ancestor would change the situation in the potion class, and I had a headache