The Ancient Wizards of Hogwarts

Because it is only the first year, the course schedule for freshmen is very relaxed.

Although there are eight courses, there are not many classes each week. Basically, there are no more than three classes a day, which means that the freshmen have enough time to allocate freely.

And if the freshmen were asked to choose their favorite course among the eight courses: Transfiguration, Charms, History of Magic, Potions, Astronomy, Herbology, Flying and Defense Against the Dark Arts, the result would be certain. There are different opinions.

But if they were asked to choose the course they hated the most, Potions would definitely be number one.

boom!

The door to the Potions classroom was pushed open violently, and Professor Snape strode towards the podium. His black robes flowed back with his movements, like a bat spreading its wings.

The professor looked at the student with his emotionless, cold and empty black eyes. When his gaze swept across Harley, his eyes became much gentler. But soon, Snape's eyes narrowed and he said in a cold tone:

"This course does not require you to use silly magic wands, nor does it require you to recite incantations, so some of you may not believe that this is magic. You cannot understand that the slowly simmering cauldron emits white smoke and wafts of fragrance. Not to mention the beauty of the liquid that flows into people’s blood vessels, the magical magic that makes people’s hearts ecstasy and their wills blurred…”

"In fact, I don't expect you to appreciate the profound science and precise craftsmanship of making potions."

Harry looked at Professor Snape standing on the podium and suddenly realized that Professor Snape today was completely different from the first two times they met, but she couldn't explain it.

This made Harley a little distressed, and she even began to think about what was different.

"Harry Potter."

Professor Snape called Harry's name abruptly. His eyes were so gentle, but his tone was just the opposite. Especially when he said 'Potter', you could almost intuitively feel the gritting of his teeth.

The mixture of these two completely different expressions seemed to indicate Snape's own inner struggle.

Snape forced himself to keep his voice cold so that the vibrato would not be so obvious:

“Tell me, what would happen if I added narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?”

Harley, who was still in a daze, was suddenly called upon and said weakly:

"Sorry, Professor Snape, I didn't know."

Snape's tone returned to normal, and he said calmly:

"Don't know? It doesn't matter, you are here to learn this."

"Miss Cassandra, can you tell her the answer?"

Cassandra raised her chin slightly:

"This can be prepared with the 'Living Hell Decoction', which is a powerful sleeping pill."

"correct answer."

Snape was not shy about his approval. He looked at Harry again and asked:

"Tell me, Miss Harley, if I wanted a bezoar, where would you look for it?"

Snape looked at the girl next to Harry again:

"Miss Cassandra."

"Bezoars are stones that are removed from the stomachs of goats and used to formulate antidotes."

Snape then asked: "What is the difference between Aconitum scapularis and Aconitum wolfsbane?"

Snape did not look at Harry again this time, but directly asked Cassandra questions. Because he has realized that Harley is a scumbag. Unfortunately, Harley seems not to have inherited her mother's intelligence.

"They are the same plant, collectively called Aconitum."

Kassandra answered fluently, and she even curled her lips, feeling that these questions were too simple. This doesn't even require much experience, just flip through the textbook and you'll know the answer.

Of course, if you don't preview in advance, you will be like Harley.

"Hmph, if it weren't for me, our college would definitely have points deducted!" Cassandra snorted and gave Harry a show-off look, with an expression that said, "Be grateful to me now."

"Completely correct."

Snape nodded slightly, Lucius' education to Cassandra was quite good.

puff! I don't know who snickered.

"I'm sorry." Harley whispered, her cheeks slightly red from embarrassment.

Kassandra hadn't said a single word about the Mudblood, but she seemed to be embarrassed again.

"It doesn't matter."

Cassandra raised her head slightly, revealing her snow-white neck:

"You don't come from a wizarding family, so it's normal that you don't know as much as I do, but I suggest you prepare in advance with me in the future."

"I will." Harley said sincerely.

Snape glanced at the other students with cold eyes, and said with a gloomy expression:

"What are you laughing at? I don't think you're any better than Miss Harley! Tell me, why don't you take a note and write it down?"

Wow!

The sound of turning pages and writing immediately sounded in the classroom, and all the students fell silent.

Snape withdrew his gaze and said calmly:

"Slytherin adds 10 points because of Miss Harley's honest and brave attitude and Miss Cassandra's intelligence."

Harry looked up at Snape, his face full of astonishment, which was completely unexpected.

She tried hard to find some clues on Professor Snape's face, but unfortunately she couldn't see anything. But she inadvertently found the answer she had been looking for - she finally discovered what was different about Professor Snape from yesterday. Although his hair was still messy, it was no longer as greasy as before.

It was obvious that Professor Snape had washed his hair that day.

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Although there are only two classes on Friday, and both classes are in the morning, you can move around freely as long as you finish these two classes. But the problem is that these two classes are consecutive classes with no breaks in between, and they are both Professor Snape's potions classes!

So for the first-year students in Slytherin and Gryffindor, Friday is definitely the most tortured day of the week, bar none!

There was even an accident in Potions class - Neville was burned by the splash of potion because he was adding porcupine spikes to the cauldron in advance, and Ron, who was in his group, had to hold his nose and send him to the hospital. room, and Gryffindor was deducted five points for failing to remind classmates of the wrong materials in time. This made many Gryffindor students secretly complain that Professor Snape was seriously biased.

"Cassandra, where are we going to play today?"

"You still want to play? Didn't you agree that you would review potions with me?"

"I will also help supervise. Harley, have you not read at all in the past week?"

"ah?"

Harry was excitedly discussing with Cassandra how to allocate the remaining free time today, but Cassandra threw a bucket of cold water on her head. Even Hermione on the side gave her a helping hand, which immediately made Harry laugh. Leigh became extremely depressed.

But luckily, when she raised her head, she saw Ash walking towards her.

"Ash!" Harley shouted in surprise and embarrassment.

Ash asked with concern:

"What's wrong?"

"Ash."

Harry pointed at Cassandra and Hermione and said aggrievedly:

"They all bullied me!"

Ash was stunned for a moment, and after listening to Cassandra's explanation of the whole story, he admonished:

"Harry, you really need to study hard."

"ah?"

Harley is completely numb, why does everyone let her study?

Saying goodbye to the girls, Ash went to the Potions classroom, where Professor Snape was sorting out the cauldrons and other equipment needed to prepare potions.

"Mr. Black."

Snape looked up and saw Ash, and said calmly:

"What are you doing?"

Ash didn't beat around the bush and said directly:

"I need to prepare some potions, but I lack the corresponding materials. I wonder if Professor Snape has any here?"

Today is already Friday, tomorrow is the weekend, and he needs to go out and do something.

Before that, he needs to make some preparations.