Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 290, Snape is happy

The first lesson of Potions class was about learning how to make scabies potion.

Snape taught this lesson very seriously.

From the production process to the principles, every step was explained in detail to the students, or to Harry.

The only problem is that not only does he speak too fast, but most of the content doesn't match what's in the book, and he also adds a lot of parts that aren't in the book.

He is a serious and responsible teacher.

This resulted in the sound of feather pens rubbing against paper in the classroom never stopping.

Except for Harley, of course.

The mental writing skills from the group chat are extremely useful at this juncture.

The ink just lightly swept across the book, leaving behind neat and accurate notes, which made Hermione next to him jealous.

Her hands were almost broken from writing.

But there was no way Hermione could ask Harry now, so she could only grit her teeth and persevere.

Not only her, other students were also taking notes in handwriting that they probably didn't even recognize after class.

I don’t know if this is just the enthusiasm of the new school term, or if I can really stick to it.

Finally, when the students felt that their hands no longer belonged to them, the long theoretical course ended.

Snape asked them to each take out their cauldrons and perform the actual operation.

"Harry, can you lend me your notes after class?"

Hermione asked as she dealt with the potion ingredients.

"Professor Snape spoke too fast and I didn't remember a lot of things."

"Just take it with you when you leave."

Harry pushed the open Potions textbook over.

"Thank you."

Hermione was attracted at first sight by the neat notes in Harry's book, which looked as if they were printed.

Then she looked at her handwriting, which looked like a caterpillar crawling out because she wrote too quickly.

The difference between this magic writing and handwriting is too big, isn’t it?

The manual group is indeed unreliable.

"Harley, what kind of magic did you just use?"

Hermione asked curiously.

Isn't this the wizarding version of printing?
"Just a little trick."

Harry answered without looking up from his concentration on the potion ingredients.

“I cover the area outside the font, and then let the ink flow through, and naturally write the words I need.”

She put the easily crushed snake fang aside and then took the antennae slug to deal with.

"Or you can control the ink to form words and then print them on paper."

After finishing steaming the slugs with ease, Harry looked up at Hermione, whose movements were gradually stagnating:
"By the way, I used the second one."

"So, it's not magic?"

Hermione collected the porcupine quills somewhat numbly.

She had had a vague idea of ​​this when she had seen it on the train before, but she wasn't sure until now.

This is indeed a very useful little trick.

"Yes, but there are similar magics that help with writing, such as shorthand quills and the like."

Harley remembered that there was an annoying reporter in the original book who had one.

Not only can it write quickly, it also seems to be able to add details according to the owner's wishes. It can be said to be the favorite of unscrupulous reporters.

As for other aspects, Harry didn't know whether the wizarding world used ordinary people's printing presses or had special magic.

"But I remember that those quills were quite expensive, and the magic on them needed to be maintained from time to time."

Hermione had asked about the prices of these things in Diagon Alley.

It’s a pity that this kind of thing is basically exclusive to rich people.

An ordinary student like her can't afford it.

"Then let's go back and develop a similar magic."

Harry now had an idea in his mind.

The non-writing area of ​​the paper is partially deformed into a waterproof material, and then the ink is swept over it.

Transfiguration is easy, but I don’t know how to input the content.

"We? You mean me too?"

Hermione asked, somewhat confused.

"Of course, I couldn't have completed my idea without your help. I don't know as many spells as you do."

Harley admitted her shortcomings candidly.

"Okay, let's go together."

Hermione nodded her head and agreed.

Just at this moment, Snape's voice came from next door.

"I told you to focus on making it and not whisper to each other."

Apparently, he was picking on Gryffindor again.

"But Harley..."

The Gryffindor student who was caught said aggrievedly.

"Open your eyes and take a good look at the material Miss Porter is handling."

Snape waved his hand, and the processed raw materials on Harry's desk floated up.

"Fine snake tooth powder, perfectly steamed slugs... can you do this?"

"……cannot."

The Gryffindor student replied, shrinking his head.

"Then why do you still want to chat with people?"

Snape's voice, without any emotion, was full of intimidation.

Not only the Gryffindors, but even the little snakes shuddered at Snape's voice.

"Professor, I understand your requirements for teaching quality, but can you return the materials to us?"

Naturally, the only one who dared to speak at this time was Harry.

Seeing that Snape was about to continue spraying venom, she decisively interrupted him.

"We have to start making potions too."

"Of course, Miss Potter."

Although Snape still had no expression on his face, most of his original intimidation disappeared in an instant.

The atmosphere in the whole classroom became much more relaxed.

"Thank you."

Harley took the fallen materials.

Then she tapped the cauldron with her wand and began brewing her first potion.

As soon as the first ingredient was put into the pot, Harry realized that he had probably inherited his mother's talent for potions.

It even seemed that due to the mental strength, this talent manifested itself more intensely.

A wonderful feeling spread throughout her body, and Harry seemed to see the whole process of the potion taking shape.

Various materials and techniques are like puzzle pieces that have already been placed in place, waiting for you to complete the final assembly.

This made Harley's action of dumping the materials change from being rigorous and serious at the beginning to being relaxed and carefree.

But her personal spirit became more and more devoted and integrated into the potion.

Even Snape, who looked as eerie as a giant bat, was ignored by Harry.

She became less like a person brewing potions and more like a pearl shining on the stage.

Under everyone's surprised gaze, the materials in Harry's crucible dissolved rapidly, and the unformed potion also changed color rapidly.

But it is completely consistent with the changing process of scabies potion.

'No, even more perfect.'

Snape watched Harry's actions with ecstasy.

This was the first time in his life as a half-blood wizard that he thanked God.

He was extremely grateful to God that Harley had inherited her mother's talent instead of that annoying person.

Whatever Snape was thinking, Harry's potion was soon ready to take shape.

There was only one last step left: to take the crucible off the fire and put the porcupine quills in.

At this moment, an inexplicable flash of inspiration was jumping in her mind.

Harley decided to accept the guidance of the aura. She picked up the porcupine quill and threw it directly into the cauldron.

"No, Harley, get the pot off the heat."

Hermione reacted instantly.

She tried to reach out and snatch the porcupine quill from Harry's hand, preventing the disaster that Snape had emphasized during class.

"No, no need."

Under Hermione's horrified gaze, Harry threw the porcupine quill into the crucible. Instantly, a violent hissing sound was heard, and thick green smoke came out of Harry's crucible.

If nothing goes wrong, the next step will be to burn through the bottom of the pot and spray out the potion.

Harry tapped the cauldron with her wand.

The potion in the pot began to spin rapidly, the green smoke disappeared, and the movement inside the crucible gradually faded away.

Before anyone had finished processing the raw materials, Harley's scabies potion was successful.

"Five points to Slytherin for this brilliant move, Miss Potter."

Snape spoke up immediately.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Harry at this moment was full of tenderness, as if he was looking at his and Lily's child.

"I think you must have discovered that the violent reaction between the porcupine quills and the unformed potion was not due to a conflict between the two effects."

He began to explain the principle to Harry.

"It's because the porcupine quills release their effects quickly, at a speed beyond the wizard's control."

"So the wizard needs to take the crucible away from the fire and use the residual heat to heat it."

Harley answered casually after coming back to her senses from the aura.

By using the residual heat to heat, the internal reaction can be brought under the control of the wizard.

And someone like her who has extraordinary control over potions can use some bold techniques.

"Yes."

Snape echoed Harry.

"Although this will reduce the potency of the potion, it will allow most mediocre wizards to brew potions safely."

Then he looked around at the students who were all looking surprised.

“Why don’t you write this down?”

Snape growled at the others.

In an instant, everyone put down the raw materials they were processing and leaned over the books to take quick notes.

Then Snape turned and summoned a glass bottle from the podium.

"Can I check it, please?"

He looked at Harley gently, as if Harley was the teacher and he was just an apprentice.

"Please, Professor."

Harley made a whatever-you-want gesture.

At least during normal classes, she wouldn't pick on Snape.

"Thank you."

Snape waved his wand.

A small portion of the potion in Harry's cauldron floated out and hovered in front of him.

Just by the smell and color, Snape could tell that the effectiveness of Harry's potion had increased by at least two times.

This is probably not just because she changed the operation of the last step, the perfect steps before it also played a considerable role.

The potion fell into the glass bottle, Snape brought it to his mouth, tilted his head back and drank it all.

'2.3, no, 2.4 times.'

Snape discerned the effect clearly.

"A very perfect potion, almost 2.4 times more potent than a standard potion."

He announced the results to Harry.

"Even a master who has been brewing potions for a lifetime can't make a better scabies potion than this."

At this moment, he was so talkative that he didn't even look like the Snape Harry remembered.

After praising Harry's potion for a long time, he took out some of it and said he was going to use it as a demonstration in future classes.

After giving Harry another ten points, Snape went to supervise the others.

But even so, he still stole a glance at Harry from time to time.

This forced Harry to adjust his position and use Hermione to block Snape's sight.

"You're awesome, Harley."

After Snape left, Hermione couldn't help but say.

“Just a little talent.”

Harry answered as he prepared to clean up the potions on the table.

"Wouldn't it be a pity to clean it up? Didn't the professor say that this is the best scabies potion?"

Hermione looked at the cauldron in front of her and felt that it would be a bit of a waste to clean it up.

"You're right. Why don't we collect it and use it as a club benefit later?"

Not just this one, Harry decided to do the same with all the potions he brewed in subsequent classes.

This is a small pot of tea made by Master Ha herself, bah, it's a potion, and its effectiveness has been professionally certified by Snape.

When she becomes famous in the future, there will be so many people begging for her.

"Yes."

Hermione immediately took out the glass bottle and prepared to put away Harry's potion.

This made Snape's gaze behind her calmer, or at least less sharp.

"Harley, I want to try it myself, can you guide me?"

After putting away the potion, Hermione asked sheepishly.

"My pleasure, fair lady."

Harry took Hermione's hand and kissed it gently.

"Harley."

Hermione pulled her hand back instantly, like a northerner who had touched an American cockroach.

Then she looked around with a red face, confirming that the students around her were busy tinkering with their own potions, and Snape had turned his back to instruct others.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're teasing me again."

Hermione tapped Harry's arm gently.

"I am only expressing my resolve, miss."

Harry spread his hands and showed an innocent expression.

That's the good thing about Miss Beaver: she's fun to tease.

Unlike Pansy and Daphne, they were fine as supporting roles, but when they were really being teased, their faces were full of obedience and cooperation, and there was no fun at all.

"You...forget it."

Hermione knew she couldn't win the argument, and now was neither the right time nor the right place.

So he gave up the idea of ​​continuing the argument and concentrated on studying his crucible.

Harry also temporarily put aside the idea of ​​teasing Miss Beaver and carefully sorted out the key points of the potion for her.

However, not long after, a familiar hissing sound was heard, and a thick green smoke covered the classroom.

It was the crucible in front of Malfoy.

Not only did the reaction inside begin violently, the crucible itself also began to dance due to the violent reaction of the potion.

Just as the potion was about to be sprayed out, Harry snapped his fingers.

The crucible was surrounded by magic power, and the potion sprayed out was also controlled.

——After all, he is a member of their own club, and Harry can't just sit and watch him get covered in half-finished potion.

"idiot."

Snape rushed over and took the potion from Harry.

"Did you hear me? This method can only be used by a highly skilled potion master. Ordinary wizards can't control it at all!"

he growled at Malfoy.

"Professor, I just want to learn from Miss Potter."

Malfoy replied somewhat stupidly.

"Mr. Malfoy, I want you to remember this."

When Harry was mentioned, Snape's tone softened a little, but it was still cold.

"Not everyone has Miss Potter's talent for potions."

The look in his eyes made Malfoy tremble.

"Even I've only seen two wizards with this talent, and one of them is in our classroom."

"Yes, sir."

Malfoy replied shakily.

"very good."

Snape turned and left.

"Five points to Slytherin, and for Miss Potter's beautiful silent spell, and for preventing a tragedy."

He announced loudly, as if he wanted everyone to know about Harley's exploits.

(End of this chapter)