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Chapter 304 Snape: Sorry, Potter, I couldn’t give you as much fun as you wanted.
Snape stood in front of the desk, his eyes swept over the faces of the students, and only stayed on Harry for a while.

Well, as far as Malfoy was concerned, the stay was unbearably long.

Dean Snape had never paid so much attention to someone.

"Students, are you all ready?"

"Ready!" Malfoy shouted so loudly that the cauldron in front of him trembled slightly from the sound.

Snape just looked at Harry as he carefully inspected his equipment.

"Ready, Professor." Harry stood up straight and looked at Snape expectantly.

"Yes." Snape smiled happily.

After practicing continuously last night, coupled with today's practice, he is already very familiar with using the facial muscles needed for a smile.

"Refining magic potion." He faced all the students and put away his smile. "The most important thing is the details."

"The formula, time, and emotions when refining the medicine are important, but not that important."

"As long as you can grasp the details of refining potions, you can become a qualified potion master."

"Classmate Potter did a very good job. He carefully checked his crucible, knives, tweezers, and beakers, and wiped them one by one with a clean towel."

"Don't think that these actions are unnecessary. In the process of refining the potion, even a speck of dust will cause failure."

"You should learn from what Mr. Potter is doing!"

Snape looked at Harry and said loudly: "Ten points for Slytherin!"

"Also, ten points for Gryffindor."

Hermione curled her lips secretly, but she actually wiped the tools with a clean towel.

At present, it seems that Professor Snape may have some visual impairment.

She was standing next to Harry and did the exact same thing, but she didn't get the exact same compliment.

[Hermione, maybe we should ask Harry after class. ] Ron wrote a line in his notebook.

Hermione nodded silently after seeing it.

Snape's behavior was really weird. He was completely different from the terrifying big bat.

Malfoy's back molars clenched loudly.

He wiped the tool vigorously, as if washing away shame.

Malfoy has nothing to complain about.

What Dean Snape said and what Harry did are all written in the textbooks.

It's just that he was careless.

Next time, next time, he will definitely not be in such a mess!
"I believe that most of the students staying here have previewed the Potions class."

"Some people have even successfully refined potions."

Malfoy raised his head proudly. Potions taught simple potions, such as rejuvenating water, or potions to treat boils.

"So, next, let's skip these simple potions and try something more complicated." Snape looked at Harry again and said.

Malfoy:? ? ?

Harry nodded expectantly.

The first grade students asked for the refining of rejuvenating water, and more second grade students asked for it, such as potion to treat boils, potion to remove freckles on the face, etc.

He has already refined most of the fourth grade potions.

As for the potions that fifth graders can refine, Diagon Alley simply won't sell them to first graders like him because the materials are too harmful.

Knockturn Alley will be sold, but the quality of the materials is so poor.

It would be great if I could get some potion ingredients from fifth graders in Snape's class.

"Okay. Then let's try the final exam assignment for third graders - love potion."

Snape was observing Harry's expression as he spoke.

Seeing Harry's somewhat disappointed look, he couldn't help but feel slightly guilty:

Alas, it was still too conservative and failed to satisfy Harry's aggressive desire.

Snape had no time to change the course, mainly because there was no time to prepare other materials.

"Can anyone tell me the ingredients needed for the love potion?"

Hermione raised her hands, eager to try.

Snape was attracted by her movements, and then his eyes stayed on Harry.

"Potter, please answer." Facing Hermione's resentful gaze, Harry said with a mixture of laughter and tears: "Pure water is best chosen from snow water on mountain peaks, or mountain spring water flowing out on winter nights."

"It is best to use young leaves of bitter chrysanthemum that have not bloomed in autumn."

"The rhizomes of Prunella vulgaris need to be washed from the soil and dried in advance."

"For the stamens of the Passion Flower, if the potion is used on a male, then the pistils are needed; otherwise, the stamens are used."

"There are currently no love potions for intersex people."

Snape clapped vigorously, and the other young wizards watched him and Harry's performance with dull eyes.

"Perfect answer, Potter!"

"Ten points for Slytherin! Ten points for Gryffindor!"

Hermione listened to Snape's high-pitched voice and pinched the soft flesh of Harry's waist angrily.

"Harry, you must give me an explanation after class."

"No problem, Hermione." Harry apologized: "I know what you want to ask. It's not a secret. I'll tell you after class."

Hermione then let go of Harry's waist.

Ron was looking through the third grade potions textbook urgently.

He thought that after completing the preview of the first-grade textbook, he was already among the top five in the classroom.

But I didn't expect that Snape suddenly raised the difficulty level to third grade.

Ron turned to the page about the love potion, and the dense text began to ruthlessly attack his brain.

The identification and handling of medicines, etc., as well as what kind of emotions should be maintained when refining medicines.

Ron felt like his brain was going to explode.

The ultimate effect of this thing is to make a person who doesn't love himself fall in love with him for a short time.

But the harm of the medicine is that once the person stops taking the medicine, the person will hate himself forever.

Ron couldn't help but think of a question:
Would anyone really use this potion?
If it were him, he would rather be single for ten years than spend precious brain time recording these things.

Snape waved his wand and sent the potion ingredients to the students' desks one by one.

"Take care of water, and when handling love flowers, wear a mask and gloves."

"Its pollen easily dissolves in the air, and I don't want you to get mad at your desk or classroom door."

The little wizards looked at each other, and then they all laughed out loud as they didn't know what they thought of.

The atmosphere of the entire Potions class was much better than they imagined.

Slytherin students also like their dean's current teaching style.

Except Malfoy, of course.

He was now staring at the tools and medicines in front of him, and an idea came to his mind that made him feel terrible and tempting:
After making the potion, he secretly put it into Dean Snape's water glass.

In this case, he will pay attention to me again!
"Mr. Malfoy, and everyone here, once the potion is successfully refined, you are not allowed to take it out of the classroom."

Snape's eyes flashed with danger, "Besides, if I find you using love potions in private, I will send you to Azkaban."

"This is actually a banned drug from the Ministry of Magic, do you understand?"

"Understood." Following the other students, Malfoy replied dejectedly but thankfully.

He turned his head and looked at Harry, who had begun to handle drugs skillfully, and suddenly felt that his youth had become meaningless.

In my ears, Snape's familiar voice kept coming.

"Well done, Mr. Potter..."

"Skilled purification techniques..."

"Standard method..."

None of this belongs to him.

"Child, are you confused?" A voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Malfoy suddenly woke up and found that he was the only one left in the classroom at some point.

"Professor Quirrell?" Malfoy suddenly felt a huge pain in the back of his head, as if he had fallen.

He looked at Quirrell, whose figure was disappearing and appearing in front of him, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you here? Why am I here?"

　Death

　　
　
(End of this chapter)