Be The Main God From Naruto

a few days later.

Hogwarts.

In the room of responsiveness, fireworks are lingering, and the aroma is overflowing.

Potions professor Snape frowned as soon as he entered the magical cabin.

Not far away, Harry held a few iron fibers strung with pieces of meat in his hand and waved: "Come and try my barbecue?"

The sullen potions professor stared at the little devil who looked like his mother Lily Evans, his face gloomy as if it was about to drip.

In his dark eyes like a cold pool, there was a light of thought.

After a while, Snape finally said, "This is..."

"Human flesh?"

Snape wasn't just a potions researcher, he was a battle-hardened wizard.

In the smoke of gunpowder and the fire of war, he has smelled similar smells countless times.

Roasted human flesh tastes different from other livestock.

Slightly fragrant, slightly sour.

This nightmarish aroma makes the index finger wide open, but also makes the stomach sour and nauseating.

Snape closed his eyes in pain.

He has already begun to think about how to save Harry Potter.

Let the Ministry of Magic judge, send Harry to Azkaban?

Snape would never accept that kind of result!

Prisoners in Azkaban prison who are in the company of Dementors, even if they are released from prison, will suffer indelibly mentally.

That kind of soul-level bed, even the top honorary medical wizard in St. Mungo's Hospital, can't handle it.

Snape could not accept that Lily's child should end up like that.

Facing Snape's questioning, Harry didn't have the slightest panic after the incident.

He just nodded calmly, and even introduced Snape to the skewer in his hand: "This is Hermione's heart, this is Malfoy's spleen..."

"This is my kidney..."

Speaking of which, Harry's expression seemed a little crazy, but there was a hint of frost-like clarity in his emerald pupils: "Isn't the heart of the wise man, the spleen of the dragon, the root of the savior very interesting?"

Before Snape took out his wand and gave him a piercing shot, the madness slowly dissipated from Harry.

He blinked his jade-like clear eyes, and said warmly, "Don't worry, these ingredients are proliferated with the [Flesh Derivative Spell]."

Snape withdrew his wand and waited for a quibble.

"I'm currently studying the effect of human flesh on the growth of wizards' magic power."

"Muggle meat and wizard meat, Squib and half-blood and pure-blood, taste..."

"Well, I mean, the coefficients of influence vary widely."

As he spoke, Harry frowned again and took a bite of the barbecued meat in his hand. "In the end, we found that eating our own flesh and blood helped us the most to increase our magical power, and the worst can reach an increase of about 90%."

"Of course, this data just looks pretty. In fact, because the base growth rate is too low, the magic power improvement is still outrageously slow."

"Damn...why is my meat the worst? Malfoy's tastes the best..."

At this point, not far away, the figure of Draco Malfoy emerged from the darkness.

His voice sounded faintly: "I recently read a book called "The Classic of Mountains and Seas". Harry, you are just like the gluttonous food recorded in that book, and you can't get enough to feed."

"Do you know? My flesh is pure dragon bone blood."

Hermione and Neville also came out of the shadows with Butterbeer.

The school girl looked at Harry playfully: "You eat too much NZT48, and the metabolism of the drug puts a lot of load on the kidneys. It is normal for it to be unpalatable, but it is strange that it is delicious."

in a word.

Harry frowned: "You're right...Damn, I've been feeling dizzy and my energy has dropped a lot recently."

"Maybe, I have to change a pair of kidneys. Who will help me with this operation? Xiaolong?"

Malfoy glanced over.

He brushed his platinum-blonde hair and pointed his **** at Harry blankly.

"Hermione?"

The quirky little witch stuck out her tongue and covered her eyes: "Professor Wang Yan said - see no evil, hear no evil."

Harry sighed, looked at Professor Snape, and looked away.

With all due respect, Professor Snape may be experienced in traditional potions, but he doesn't fully understand how large the knowledge base of the Knowledge-seeking trio is today.

When Harry Potter boils potions, he doesn't like to use "clockwise and counterclockwise a few turns", and is better at using boil and degree scales.

Accurate countdown, accurate to the weighing of medicinal materials in milligrams.

Maybe there are some things in the magic class that cannot be quantified, such as the prophecy class.

But at least in the Potions class, in Harry's view, most of the content is a knowledge accumulation subject that can be completely turned into a mechanical cold.

That's what he does best.

No problem.

For a scholar with sufficient knowledge, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Moreover, compared to the side effects of nzt48, its quantity is the biggest problem.

"Dumbledore asked me to come to you... what's the matter?"

Snape looked at Harry coldly.

Harry Potter clapped his hands, and Draco Malfoy next to him took out a gem from the Coiling Dragon Ring.

This is an unpretentious-looking gem, with no special luster, nor does it make people feel that it has a special effect.

Snape knew, however, that this was the [Magic Stone] that could turn any metal into pure gold and create an elixir of life.

He recently learned a word from Professor Wang Yan, which can be used on this magic stone.

The gods are obscure.

A true rarity, it always looks unpretentious on the outside.

Harry didn't delay for half a second, and immediately told Snape what Dumbledore meant.

"Is that old bee really crazy?"

Snape was hysterical when he heard about the plans for Execute Voldemort.

He even used Dumbledore's nicknames and slurs.

Let a group of little wizards take on the Dark Lord?

"Savior."

Snape chewed the word over and over again, a contemptuous smile on his face.

If the magic world needs a new wizard apprentice to save it, let the magic world be destroyed.

...

Snape is, after all, a stubborn, arrogant character.

Although he kept saying that he would never help Harry and others to die, he still provided a lot of technical support in the end.

Poor Voldemort.

Back then, after being bounced back by the spell, after bursting his body, he became a wisp of remnant soul.

He finally survived until now, but he fell into another arranged trap.

...

The layout has been set.

Voldemort didn't even have much thought for the Survival Four.

Harry and his party mainly focused on the final exam.

They try to get a perfect grade and use that as a way to skip straight to seventh grade.

According to Hermione Granger's prediction, it will only take a year for them to copy all the book knowledge of Hogwarts.

The books can be slowly digested while doing other things.

The five or six years saved can be used for more important things.

(Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, blue and thin, want to cry)