citrus hogwarts

Although after Newt's one-year training, her magical power has stabilized a lot, but she is still a key focus, and putting her in Hogwarts is already a risk.

Coupled with the fact that Harry Potter is enrolling this year, and Voldemort's remnant soul covets the Sorcerer's Stone, Dumbledore has a lot to worry about, so he can take care of her flawlessly.

So before everything officially started, he had to look at the state of his own unstable factor.

Knowing that even if she was actively attacked and provoked, there was no sign of losing control, Dumbledore's wariness of her had dropped a little.

Then she expressed her attitude of not wanting to be the first, but caring for her classmates. What she expressed was one word, steady!

If she had entered Hufflepuff, then Old Deng would probably be able to affectionately call her a comrade!

Cough!

In short, when Lao Deng is inferior in intelligence and strength, is she not allowed to pretend to be pitiful to buy herself time to develop?

Anyway, the previous two generations of Dark Lords must have never cried so embarrassingly in front of Lao Deng.

Now that Lao Deng is busy setting tests for Harry, he should not pay too much attention to her for the time being.

And with the White Devil and the Savior standing in front of him to pull hatred, do you still need to worry that Voldemort will pay attention to her who has been unknown all this time?

A fool would not do something that would be over after one cry.

Walking comfortably in the castle, Kate still remembered that Quirrell, who was possessed by Voldemort, was still at Hogwarts, and returned to the door of the Slytherin lounge without much delay.

"Thank you for taking me home, Fox." She raised her hand and rubbed the big firebird's head affectionately, and Kate wanted to let it fly.

I just don't know why, but Fox's bird claws are still grabbing her shoulders and refusing to let go.

"Fox, Professor Dumbledore is still waiting for you to go back."

Kate was afraid of hurting it, so she didn't dare to use force. She pulled it for a long time and didn't let it out, neither advancing nor retreating for a while.

If you bring it into the common room, the little snakes there don't know what rumors will spread out.

"Fox..."

Patiently continuing to persuasion, Kate just called out its name, and suddenly blurred in front of her eyes.

When she regained her senses, she had already returned to her bedroom.

Fox uttered a very spiritual call, then flapped his wings and flew towards the pompom's birdcage.

And the pompom didn't fear its appearance at all, it jumped up and down in the cage, calling softly.

Kate looked at the two of them in bewilderment, and after a while, she walked over resignedly and opened the birdcage.

Although Qiu Dunniao and Phoenix both have the ability to disappear and reappear, other than that, they seem to have nothing in common.

Seeing Fox licking the head of the pompom like an old mother, Kate always felt an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

Even if they are all birds, the species seem to be different...

It's just that she really doesn't quite understand the relationship between the birds.

After raising her head and staring at them for a while, Kate rubbed her sore neck and went into the bathroom alone, letting them toss here.

When Kate came out of the bathroom after washing, Fox had already disappeared.

On the contrary, her pompom looked sleepy, and she got into the cage and fell asleep.

She looked left and right, but she didn't see anything wrong with the pompom, so she had to put the black cloth on it again, and she also turned off the light to sleep.

……

The next morning, it was the Potions class that Slytherin and Gryffindor had together, or two consecutive classes.

Kate didn't want to be late, so she asked the system to set an alarm clock, got up on time when the time came, fed the pompon routinely, and went straight to the Potions classroom.

During this period, there was nothing unusual except that Pompom was still sleeping soundly, uncharacteristically.

Potions classes are held in an underground classroom, not far from the Slytherin common room.

Kate arrived just in time to see Hermione walk into the classroom and sit down.

She hurried over, looked around at the vacant seats, and said nonsense with her eyes open: "The seats seem to be all taken up, mind if I sit next to you?"

Hermione didn't even raise her head, she was obviously still holding her breath: "I helped Harry and Ron take a seat, you can find another place."

"Oh, no one, that's great." Kate nodded to herself, and sat directly next to her.

"You!" Hermione raised her head angrily, staring straight at her.

Kate then put her hand on her hand: "Are you still angry with me?"

Hermione pursed her lips, and immediately turned her head away from her.

Damn, Hermione who didn't join the Iron Triangle period was really honest, and she didn't even bother to tell lies.

"Then after class, I'll explain it to you, okay?" Kate looked at her profile patiently and asked softly.

As she said that, she nodded without waiting for Hermione to agree, "That's it, neither of us is allowed to break the contract."

While talking, other students came in one after another.

Harry and Ron were not late this time, and hurriedly sat next to Hermione, and looked at Kate who was sitting on the other side of her in surprise.

"Good morning." Kate greeted them generously, her right hand still resting on the back of Hermione's.

Consciously or unintentionally, Harry looked at their overlapping hands, and smiled amicably, "Good morning, classmate Safik."

As soon as the words were finished, Snape suddenly pushed the door in from the outside, and his robes were fluttering like a blower was installed.

He picked up the roll roll on the podium, called names quickly and briefly, and then paused when he called the name Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter, this is our newcomer, a famous character." He whispered, looking at Harry indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, as if he had discovered something, his gaze moved a little away from Harry's face, and landed on the overlapping hands of Kate and Hermione.

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately withdrew her hand.

As for Kate, she smiled at him generously.

Snape's eyelids twitched, and he gave her a warning look, then looked away, and continued to read the names on the roll.

Chapter 28 Almost Didn't Live

After the roster was read, it was time for Snape's classic singing.

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

"Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic."

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and fragrance."

"You don't really understand that liquid that flows into people's veins, that magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I often meet."

The introductory passage was read so quickly and well that Kate suspected that he must have secretly practiced it in private, or that he had to come to such a passage during the first class of every freshman class.

No matter which direction you think about it, it seems a little funny.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was, and Hermione's arms were thrown high in the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape pouted contemptuously: "Tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Snape deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

Any fool would know that he was deliberately embarrassing Harry. Kate glanced at Hermione beside her, and tried to grab her hand, trying to get her to put it down.

But Hermione refused to talk to her, she just raised her hand and refused to let go.

"Let's try again, Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?" Snape continued.

Hermione still held her hand up, but Snape still didn't even look at her.

Ugh.

Kate sighed silently in her heart, and raised her hands high just like her.

"I don't know, sir." Harry replied still.

"I suppose you didn't read a single book before school started, did you, Potter?"

Snape still ignored Hermione's trembling arm: "Potter, tell me what's the difference between aconite and chamaejasma aconitum?"

"I don't know," Harry whispered, "but, I suppose, Hermione or Sapphire knows the answer, why don't you ask them?"

Immediately, several classmates laughed out loud.

Snape looked at Kate angrily, but although Kate looked frightened by his eyes, she still tried to raise her hand.

She is not a person who will take the initiative to stand out!

At any rate, he had met Kate a few times, and Snape knew a little about her character.

Looking between the same row, Harry's self-possessed calm face, Hermione's expectant face, and Kate's obviously fearful but still tense face patrolled back and forth.

"You can put your hands down!" He shouted angrily in a low voice.

He turned his head and continued to stare into Harry's eyes: "Let me tell you, Potter!"

"Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of water of life and death."

"Coprolites are stones taken from the stomachs of goats and are extremely detoxifying."

"As for Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma, they are the same plant, and they are collectively called aconitum—why don't you write them all down?"

There was a rustle of hurried writing in the classroom.

Hermione kept looking in Kate's direction while taking notes on the parchment.

She didn't understand why Kate insisted on competing with her just now—but now, she seemed to understand something.

Snape deducted a point from Harry for contradicting his teacher.

Although Harry looked very angry, there was nothing he could do about Snape.

The class continued. Compared with other teachers, Snape paid more attention to practical exercises. He only taught the essentials of the scabies potion for seven or eight minutes, and then divided them into groups to make it.

And Kate couldn't form a team because Hermione and Hermione were in different colleges, so she could only switch to a team with Pansy who was sitting behind her.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, and almost all the students were criticized by him.

He had only come to Kate's group after yet another excuse to deduct points from Harry.

To be honest, in the whole year of study last year, Kate didn't dabble in potions relatively that much.

Whether it was Newt or Tina, their grades in Potions were only mediocre during their school days.

It can barely teach, but whether it can be taught well is another matter.

So she taught herself potions under the guidance of the system.

"Kate, why don't you cook the horned slugs and add them to the crucible immediately?"

At this moment, Kate had just finished steaming the horned slug, but she was not in a hurry to put it in, but gently scratched its skin with a knife.

Hearing Snape's stern question, Kate twitched her face, put down the knife and said, "In order to prevent it from splashing when it dissolves, Professor."

In fact, it was taught to her by the system. It is said that this is already the optimal solution for making scabies potion. As for how it is different from the textbook...

How did she know, she was just used to being guided by the system at Newt's house!

Um?Wait a moment……

Kate raised her head cautiously, and tentatively asked, "Is this method wrong?"

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Go ahead."

It's over, if she didn't stop her, it means that he also approves of this method.

Put the horned slug into the crucible, and quickly take it away from the flame, as expected, no medicinal juice was splashed out.

Kate's heart was twitching, but she took the porcupine quills from Pansy with steady hands and added them in, stirring clockwise five times.

Finally, a wave of the wand.

Potion complete.