Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Aconitum?

When Harry heard this word, he instantly perked up. He really knew this. Dudley had specifically told him about it.

"They can all be used to make poison, sir."

As soon as Harry opened his mouth, Snape was stunned.

"Both Aconitum natans and Aconitum chamaejasme belong to the genus Aconitum. They are Aconitum, a slender, upright and poisonous perennial herb, especially the root tuber, which is extremely poisonous. The skin is black and the flowers are bright and beautiful. Its juice can be applied to arrows to make poison arrows to shoot people or animals. It is sometimes used as poison for death row prisoners. Its flower language is 'malice'. Once you are accidentally poisoned, your heartbeat will slow down first, followed by numbness all over your body, and then your heartbeat will gradually speed up, you will become confused and unconscious, and finally die of exhaustion."

Harry kept talking like a machine gun, his eyes full of excitement. Finally, there was a question he knew the answer to.

However, this excitement has another meaning in the eyes of the Slytherins in the classroom.

When it comes to other issues, you are timid and know nothing about them, but when it comes to poison, you talk about it with great enthusiasm, and when it comes to death, your face is full of excitement.

Potter, there's something wrong with you.

Chapter 49: Dursley Stays, Everyone Else Can Go

"Potter, where did you know this? I remember it wasn't recorded in the book."

The tense expression on Snape's face relaxed slightly.

'At least not quite as stupid as that.'

"Dudley told me," Harry answered very honestly.

Snape nodded thoughtfully, and his eyes rarely moved away from Harry and fell on Dudley.

"So Dursley, do you have anything to add to what Potter said? Please answer the first two questions."

"Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a very powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of life and death. Bezoar is a kind of stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a very strong detoxifying effect."

These problems were child's play for Dudley.

"Very good, two points for Slytherin."

Snape seemed in good spirits.

Hermione almost jumped up. She had raised her hand for a long time but Snape didn't let her answer, which gave Dudley two points for free.

Now, the gap is even bigger.

"We will work in pairs. In the first class, we will learn something very simple, which is how to make a potion to treat scabies."

To be honest, the scabies treatment potion is not simple at all. It is a potion with a certain degree of difficulty in the first-grade textbook. Of course, this difficulty is for ordinary young wizards. According to the content in the book, the first lesson should just be a simple introduction to the subject of potions.

But Snape obviously didn't think so. He didn't want to just teach students theoretical knowledge.

The best way to learn is by doing.

After giving a simple demonstration on the stage, he shuttled back and forth between the two-person groups, guiding the little wizards from time to time, watching them weigh dry nettles, crushing snake fangs, and pointing out mistakes.

To be fair, Snape is a very responsible teacher. He can always accurately point out the mistakes of the little wizards. As long as they can follow the steps he instructed, they can always complete the potion making successfully.

"You are a simple-minded guy with strong limbs. The goblins next door are much smarter than you."

"How many times have I told you to put the porcupine quills first? Is your head filled with coprolites like the troll's?"

"If I were you, I would dig a hole in the ground and bury my head so that no one would know that it is empty."

The premise is that you can tolerate his "venom", especially when he asks you to repeat what he said a second time. Snape was sarcastic and insulting, and the level of his insults opened Dudley's eyes. Many young wizards were directly autistic because of him. Almost all students were criticized, and only a few were spared.

Hermione was one of them.

Hermione's talent for potions is quite strong. In Dudley's words, Hermione is the second best little wizard after him in potion making, although he had only seen a few little wizards brewing potions before that.

But this cannot deny Hermione's level. She completed the production only half a beat slower than Dudley.

Snape took a look at the potion Hermione made, and without praising or criticizing, he simply said "passed" and walked away.

This made Hermione very angry, she was counting on extra points.

The fact that Snape didn't scold Hermione showed that she did a good job, but it was not good enough.

If you want to get praise from the Potions Master Snape, it is not enough to simply complete the potion making.

Then Snape came to Dudley, picked up the prepared potion on the table and looked at it carefully.

"Scabies Treatment Potion (Perfect)."

This was the first time Dudley made a potion of perfect quality, and it was a strange potion. On the one hand, this potion was relatively simple for Dudley, and on the other hand, it was thanks to Snape's teaching. Even if you only learn a little bit from the experience of the potion master, you can benefit a lot.

Of course, the credit also goes to the Data Magic Eye. With the Data Magic Eye turned on, Dadley was like using a cheat, and his control over the accuracy of the heat was almost at its extreme.

This made the potion a perfect transparent color.

Snape looked at the potion in the bottle and fell into deep thought. It had been many years since he had seen such a perfect potion.

The last time I saw it was from Lily's hands. He and Lily completed it together.

This is also the only happy memory in Snape's life.

She originally expected that Lily's child could be produced, but she didn't expect that it would be someone else who was also related to Lily.

Lily's sister's child. Petunia's child.

Snape knew Petunia; he and the Evans family were once neighbors, and Evans was Petunia and Lily's last name before they got married.

Snape stroked the crystal bottle in his hand, feeling a little complicated, and a slight ripple appeared in his lifeless eyes.

In a trance, he seemed to see the little girl named Granger from Gryffindor secretly baring her teeth at Petunia's child, and Petunia's child secretly pinched the other's cheek.

Looking at them, time seemed to go back to twenty years ago, and this moment was exactly like that moment, the little wizard and the little witch, myself and Lily.

But nothing can go back.

If either Dudley or Hermione had emerald green eyes, it would have been a sure win for Snape, but Dudley inherited Petunia's blue-green eyes, while Hermione's were pure brown.

The scene reminded him of a strange past. Snape held the potion made by Dudley and stood there in a daze for three minutes.

The young wizards were very curious. Could it be that the potion made by Dursley was so good that even the professor was reluctant to give it up?

Or was it because he did such a bad job that the professor was thinking about how to scold him?

If there were senior people in Slytherin House, then they would definitely feel that their headmaster was unexpectedly strange today.

He actually went three whole minutes without scolding Gryffindor.

A sudden explosion in the classroom broke the silence, followed by puffs of acidic green smoke, accompanied by a pungent smell and a hissing sound.

It was Seamus. This guy added something into the crucible, which caused an explosion during the process of boiling the potion. The entire crucible was burned and deformed, and countless highly corrosive liquids were spilled everywhere. Many young wizards' clothes and shoes had holes burned in them. The worst off was Neville, who was sprayed all over and had red and swollen scabies all over his body. He screamed in pain, and Seamus ran away when he saw that the situation was not good.

"Are you a brainless goblin?" Snape also came to his senses at this time. He put away the potion without saying a word, and with a light wave of his wand, he swept away the potion spilled on the ground, and at the same time roared angrily at Seamus.

"Not only did you add the quills in advance, but you also didn't pay attention to the temperature of the flame. How many times have I told you this today? I really want to pry open your brain and see if it's filled with coprolites."

"And you, Potter. Why didn't you warn him? One point from Gryffindor for that."

"You are truly the worst class I have ever taught."

Just at this time, the Potions class ended.

"Today's homework is to write a paper on the four-inch scabies treatment potion. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer in the next class."

Snape did not forget to assign homework at the end, and then paused.

"Dursley stay a moment, the others can go."

Personally, I think it would be better to let Harry deal with the problem between Lily and Snape.

Chapter 50 Do you want to learn potions?

'Great! '

When Malfoy heard this, he almost laughed out loud.

"It seems that the potion is not too good, but too bad. Just wait, Professor Snape will definitely make him pay."

Hermione and Harry were a little worried about Dudley, but they had to leave the classroom due to Snape's intimidation.

When everyone left, only Snape and Dudley were left in the classroom.

To be fair, being alone with Snape was quite stressful, especially in this classroom full of potion materials. It was too torturous.

After a brief silence, Snape took the initiative to speak.

"Have you ever done this before?"

Snape took out the bottle of perfect scabies treatment potion.

"No." Dudley shook his head. "This is my first time brewing this kind of potion."

Dudley was talking about this type of potion, not the first time he made it, a detail that Snape keenly noticed.

"Have you brewed other potions before?"

"That's right." Dudley nodded and answered very honestly: "Minor magic enhancement potion, slowness potion, enhancement potion, bone spirit, white fresh essence and blood tonic."

As he listened to Dadlin saying the names of the potions one by one as if he were reading out the names of dishes, Snape's expression gradually changed from calm to complicated.

"show me."

Snape held out a hand to Dudley.

Dudley didn't say much, and slowly took out potions from his waist bag. The various finished potions were neatly placed in front of Snape.

"Without your guidance, my level is very limited."

Snape picked one up and looked at it closely.

"It's really bad. It's only slightly better than the goblins in the sweet potato field."

The blunt comment made Dudley choke a little.

Although these were all made before I obtained the Data Magic Eye, I am still very satisfied with it overall. Calling myself that my level is limited is just being modest.

Do you understand humility?

Little did people know that although Snape's face showed contempt, he was actually quite shocked in his heart.

When it comes to potion-making skills, she is much worse than Lily and herself.

But in terms of types, he and Lily combined didn't know as many as Dudley did in first grade.

Snape's evaluation criteria were at the end of his and Lily's first year, while Dudley had just started school and it was obvious that he had taught himself Potions.

Very talented in potions or cooking. Just like his mother.

'Only slightly worse than Lily.'

Snape was a rare master of potions in the entire wizarding world, and he could see at a glance what talents Dudley had.

This reminded him of the few times he had visited Evans' home and tasted Penny's cooking, which was really delicious.

In a way, potions are a lot like cooking.

"Your cooking method is very similar to your mother's." Snape said suddenly.

"Did you know my mother?" Dudley asked.

Snape's expression was a little unnatural: "We have some friendship. We used to be neighbors."

Because she couldn't go to Hogwarts, Petunia was not very friendly to her wizard friends who visited Lily's house. She even called him a freak and said that their friendship was only because of Lily. After that incident in the fifth grade, they completely lost contact.

He didn't expect that Petunia's son could come to Hogwarts and have an excellent talent for Potions. He thought that her family were all born Muggles.

"Are you the Mr. Severus my mother once spoke of?"

Professors at Hogwarts do not have the habit of introducing themselves. In the first class, they will tell the young wizards their last name and name. Even Snape would not do this, so the young wizards only know the professors' last names, but not their specific names.

"Told you about me?"

Snape paused obviously. He didn't expect that Petunia would mention him to Dudley.

"Some time before coming to Hogwarts, my mother told me and Harry a lot about the wizarding world, including some people and events from her and Aunt Lily's childhood."

"In fact, she longs to be here, and she cherishes Aunt Lily's friends."

Petunia had completely untied her knot, and in order to help Dudley and Harry get used to living at Hogwarts, she told them a lot of information she had learned from Lily.