Hogwarts: This wizard wants to make progress too much

"Yes!"

Peter Pettigrew nodded crisply.

When he secretly defected to Voldemort, he collected a lot of dark magic and practiced it in private. The Fiendfyre Curse was one of them, but because it was difficult to control, he almost burned himself to death the first time he released it, and he didn't dare to use it again.

"What about Fire-Making Curse?"

Grindelwald's gas stove magic is also very powerful and suitable for Ethan.

In the description, it almost destroyed Paris, and a group of Aurors were helpless, which shows its power. (It would have burned if Nicolas Flamel wasn't there)

It's blue in the movie, but it's actually black. The movie is to distinguish it from the black background.

"No!"

Peter didn't dare to deceive Ethan. He had heard of the Fire-Making Curse, but he really didn't collect it.

"Then write down your understanding of Transfiguration, your experience as an Animagus, and the spells, alchemy, and potions you know."

This is the real reason why Ethan caught Peter, he wanted the knowledge in his mind.

There are only seven Animagi in this era, including Professor McGonagall.

The illegal Animagi, the known ones are Rita Skeeter's beetle, Sirius Black's black dog, Peter's rat, James is dead, this does not count, there must be others, but there will not be many.

In any case, this is definitely a high-end skill. Asking Professor McGonagall will definitely not teach it in the next few years. At least after the fifth grade with a high enough level, she may consider it. After all, this magic is too risky. Once the transformation fails, it will be irreversible.

Peter's other experience in Transfiguration is definitely not as good as McGonagall, but in terms of Animagus, the trio may know it better than Professor McGonagall, otherwise it would be impossible for the three brothers to succeed.

Moreover, with the relationship between the four at the time, they would not hide anything from each other, and one person would definitely tell the others if they knew.

"All of it?"

Peter felt a headache. He really knew a lot of things. How long would it take to write?

"All of it!"

Snap!

As Ethan said, he snapped his fingers, and Peter's eyes immediately became dull.

Now it's safer to use the Imperius Curse. This will not affect his memory, and it can also prevent him from tripping Ethan in the writing process.

The desk, paper, and quill are all ready-made. At Ethan's request, Peter quickly sat at the table and wrote furiously.

Ethan experimented with the Imperius Curse during the summer vacation, and it can last up to 148 hours, which is seven days. For Peter, he only needs to come over and replenish it every once in a while.

After squeezing out his value, Ethan will also abide by the agreement with Ron and return him to him.

After all, in addition to the golden finger, familiarity with the plot is also a great advantage for time-travelers.

Without Peter, who knows what time and in what way Voldemort would choose to resurrect, and the ultimate impact would be completely unknown.

Chapter 37: Snape's Private Goods

Friday morning is Potions class.

No one dares to be late for this class. Everyone arrives early, especially the Gryffindor little lions, who are as miserable as if their mothers had died.

However, Ethan doesn't care. Anyway, he's a Ravenclaw, and he has no grudges with Snape.

Bang!

When the class time arrived, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Professor Snape walked in from outside the door. Because he was walking too fast, the black cloak behind him fluttered and made a "whoosh" sound.

No wonder he has the nickname Old Bat, he really looks like one.

Like most professors, Professor Snape's first task is to call roll. Except for a pause at Harry's name, he is as indifferent as a robot throughout the entire process.

The low voice, coupled with the gloomy basement, and the specimens soaked in bottles and jars, made the atmosphere in the entire classroom extremely depressing.

Except for the sound of 'Present', the little wizards didn't dare to breathe loudly throughout the entire process.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making."

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don’t expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses…"

"I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren’t, as I very often find myself wishing, total dunderheads."

The extremely infectious opening remarks infinitely raised the level of Potions.

Even the Philosopher's Stone cannot stop death, it can only prolong life, but the body will be extremely fragile under the decay of time, let alone save the dead.

To sum up, Snape is drawing a big cake.

Scanning the wizards below, Snape's eyes were fixed on one direction.

"I must also reiterate, perhaps someone at Hogwarts, relying on their fame, is full of confidence and can ignore my class!"

The more he spoke, the more murderous intent in Snape's eyes.

Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, was stunned at the moment. He had already felt the problem. Harry was still writing his own things, but he didn't dare to move!

Snape walked up to Harry and looked down at him condescendingly.

"Mr. Potter!"

Harry shuddered when he suddenly heard his name, and quickly raised his head to see Snape's eyes that did not contain a trace of emotion.

And Harry had a feeling that Snape seemed to want to dig out his eyes.

"Mr. Potter, a celebrity of the new generation!"

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

This is definitely one of the deepest hidden hints, representing Snape's confession.

The flower language of daffodils is love, while the flower language of wormwood is pain.

Love and pain are self-evident.

Snape's love is Lily, which means Snape is in extreme pain over Lily's death.

Ethan watched this scene with interest. Snape confessed to Lily's son, but her son didn't understand at all.

Moreover, this content is not for first graders, but from the sixth-grade textbook, specially prepared for Harry.

Seeing Harry shake his head, Snape snorted coldly, "You don't know?"

Hermione, sitting not far from Harry, raised her hand high. In the past, Ethan and Cassandra always overshadowed her in class. Now that she finally found an opportunity, she didn't want to let it go.

She had previewed all this knowledge in advance.

However, Snape's gaze didn't fall on her at all.

His eyes were only on Harry!

"Then let's change the question. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go to find it?"

Here it comes again, bezoar is for detoxification.

Linking the above is, how should my pain be resolved.

"I don't know, sir!"

Hermione's hand was trembling from being raised, but Snape still ignored her.

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Wolfsbane has several flower languages, one of which is to live for love.

There's too much personal stuff mixed in here!

"I don't know!" Harry was quite unhappy at the moment. He felt that Snape didn't like him the first time they met in the hall.

Now he was even more certain of this. He was deliberately trying to find fault, and immediately said dissatisfiedly:

"Hermione knows the answer, why don't you ask her!"

At this moment, Hermione stood up while raising her hand in order to answer the question.

"Sit down!"

Snape shouted angrily. He didn't need people who took matters into their own hands in his class.

Suddenly, Snape turned his head and stared at Ethan.

"Mr. Adrian, answer my question just now!"

My dad didn't steal your wife, why are you targeting me?

According to Snape's personality, even if someone from outside the Slytherin house answered correctly, he wouldn't give points. It was completely a thankless task.

But Ethan still reluctantly stood up:

"Powdered asphodel root and an infusion of wormwood can be combined to make the Draught of Living Death."

"Bezoars can be found in the stomach of a goat and have a strong detoxifying effect."

"Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant, collectively called aconite."

"The answer is correct, but I want to tell you, if you look at me with that kind of gaze again, I will gouge out your eyeballs."

"Now sit down for me!"

"Also, Mr. Potter, because of your ignorance, Gryffindor loses five points."

Snape scanned the two with eyes that didn't contain the slightest emotion.

Ethan sat down with a look of displeasure. Was it wrong to watch the fun? Who told you to mix in too much personal stuff and get caught?

Serves you right for losing your wife and being bullied.

Harry on the side also had anger flashing in his eyes, but unfortunately Snape didn't care about these at all. After scanning around, he said coldly:

"Why didn't you write down the answer just now!"

At this moment, Ethan felt a gaze staring at him intently. Following the gaze, it turned out to be Hermione.

She wouldn't think that he stole her opportunity, would she!

Ethan could only spread his hands helplessly. He didn't want to either. Moreover, except for Slytherin students, others wouldn't get points for answering correctly, but points would still be deducted if they deserved it.

Unless Harry was a girl, then he would get points even if he answered incorrectly.

Honesty and bravery, aren't these all reasons? As long as Snape wanted to, he could find them.

Unfortunately, Harry was a boy and looked very much like James.

"You two, are you flirting during class?"

"Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, lose five points each!"

Snape, who took in the entire classroom, naturally saw all this. He couldn't stand male-female interactions the most, especially in his class.

Chapter 38: Baruffio's Brain Elixir

Today, what needs to be made is a potion to treat boils, which has nothing to do with the questions Snape raised just now.

In pairs, the required materials and steps are all written on the blackboard.

There is a slight difference from the steps in the textbook. The whole process doesn't feel difficult.

Ethan also flipped through a lot of potions books during the summer vacation, but the only one he actually made was the energy cube, which was a necessity. Ethan didn't try other potions, firstly because there were more diverse materials, and it was time-consuming, and more importantly, it was useless.

Ethan and Michael were in a group, with a clear division of labor.

Ethan handled the snake fangs and porcupine quills, and Michael was assigned the horned slugs and dried nettles by Ethan.

Adding six snake fangs to a mortar and grinding them into a very fine powder with a pestle, cutting the porcupine quills into segments of about three centimeters. These steps were all written down, and Ethan completed them in an orderly manner, and Michael had no problems either.

Professor Snape was dragging his black cloak and walking back and forth in the classroom aisles.

He had to be responsible for the young wizards here. There was still a possibility of danger in the process of brewing potions. A little carelessness could lead to a teaching accident.

Everything that happened in Flitwick's Charms class a few days ago was still vivid in his mind. He didn't want to be the next one.

"Finnigan, is your brain suitable for trolls? Let go of your hand, the porcupine quills don't need to be ground into powder!"

"Zabini, did you not bring your brain or your eyes to class? It clearly says that the slugs are to be steamed, not burned!"

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