Chapter 11 But It’s Useless Against X

"Very good, no one is late." Snape calmly put the roll call sheet back on the desk.

To the young wizards, his gloomy temperament and low voice like a whisper made the temperature in the already cold Potions classroom drop a few degrees.

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of preparing potions." His final voice was always drawn out, like a snake squatting in the dark, ready to devour anyone at any time. The little wizards are always on edge.

Although his voice was just above a whisper, everyone still heard every word he said.

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out. "

Snape must have fallen in love with Potions. When he said this, he didn't even realize that his voice became lighter, and even briefly dispelled the lingering gloom in him.

"You don't really understand the miraculous magic of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes the heart dizzy and blurs the will. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one, and that is you Not the stupid fool I often meet."

Snape walked in the aisle and chanted, while Gretel recited it silently in his heart. After all, which traveler in Harry's world could not be moved by the love of a tragic middle-aged man.

The confession about potions in the Potions class can be said to be one of the few highlight moments of the teacher. Gretel has long memorized this line of his, and it is not too much to say that he knows it by heart.

Some people speculate that Snape's confession about Potions in front of Harry was not only about Potions, but also about remembering his past youth.

But from now on, every one of his students should have heard this confession about potions. This is the rare romance of Snape, the master of potions and the half-blood prince.

Lily was the white moonlight he never got, and the potion science he had immersed in for most of his life had already turned into a cinnabar mole on his heart.

When everyone was still speechless, the old bat suddenly pointed his gun at Gretel.

"So, Mr. McGarrett." Snape stopped next to Gretel and looked directly in front of the child who was valued by Dumbledore. "What will you get if you add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"???" Gretel was confused. He was not the savior. Why was this old Slytherin snake trying to target him?

Although he was confused, in order to avoid being sprayed with venom by the old poisonous snake, he stood up keenly, "Water of Life and Death, take a very powerful sleeping pill, Professor."

Snape was not surprised and continued to ask: "If you need a piece of bezoar, how do you find it?"

Grete cursed in his heart, of course it was a potion shop. Could it be that I had to dissect a cow myself and then look for it in its bloody stomach?

Of course, if he responded like this, Snape would definitely not mind giving Ravenclaw a slap in the face in the first period of school.

"The stomach of cows has a strong detoxification effect."

"Very good. It seems that our Mr. Gretel has done a good job reviewing his homework before the start of school. So, Aconitum scapulae..." Snape's attitude softened slightly. He never minded geniuses receiving special treatment, but I simply hate the idea of ​​so-called geniuses tarnishing the halls of potions.

Gretel has always been indifferent to assessments. Studying hard has always been the most important part of his life plan.

Regardless of whether it is a subject he likes or dislikes, he will work 120% as long as necessary, not to mention that in the wizarding world, potions itself has a unique status.

He just felt that there must be a reason for this unprovoked targeting, and it must have something to do with a certain centenarian old man. Gretel just wanted to get out of school quickly so that he could go to the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Snape's questions did not last long, and the knowledge points involved did not exceed the range that a first-year wizard could understand. Naturally, Gretel was able to answer all the questions fluently.

"That's a good answer, Mr. Gretel, one point for Ravenclaw." After making things difficult for so long, Snape had to temporarily agree with Dumbledore's opinion.

Gretel's performance not only temporarily conquered Snape, but also conquered the little badgers and eaglets who were in the class together. However, it was obvious that there was no poisonous snake that made things difficult for Gretel, and it was impossible to swallow its own venom.

"What about the others? Have you memorized everything I just asked with your troll-like brain?"

Snape glanced sharply at the entire classroom. With the rustling of quills, the entire classroom fell into an eerie calm, leaving only Gretel and him staring at each other with big eyes.

Swinging his sleeves and walking onto the podium, Snape took out his wand and knocked on the blackboard, "Pick up your troll-like brains. You can memorize those things after class. Now show me the blackboard."

With the tapping of the wand, a simple magic potion to treat scabies appeared on the blackboard, along with its operating procedures and precautions.

"Potions is a delicate subject. It doesn't require you to wiggle your wand foolishly. It only requires you to strictly abide by its procedures and operate every step carefully. A one hundredth ounce error can destroy you. A pot of carefully prepared ingredients.

So, there is no trick to the course of potions. All you have to do is learn from your failures and avoid making mistakes next time.

Every potion master is a winner who has climbed up from countless failures. Potions does not allow for the slightest cleverness, especially for Ravenclaw, who thinks he represents wisdom. In my teaching over the years, your house has the most problems.

So, I don't want you to give me some unexpected "surprises" in the first class. Strictly follow the steps on the blackboard and don't have that kind of inexplicable "inspiration" appear. "

Grete felt that Snape's sinister behavior was probably directed at him. After all, the old venomous snake would take revenge.

But who is afraid of who? He is not a vegetarian.

Just like the chemical experiment in the previous life, a team of two is the best combination.

Grete's partner is Terry Boot, the first person assigned to Ravenclaw this year, and also his roommate.

"Hey, Mike, you were really cool just now. You didn't memorize "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" all by heart, did you? ." Terry Boot praised while grinding the snake's fangs.

"Terry, the teeth must be fully ground. The more fully ground, the better the medicinal effect." Grete replied while dealing with dry nettles, "You know, I come from the Muggle world. Before school started, textbooks were my only way to understand the magical world. "

Terry was about to say something, but Snape had already come closer, so he had to lower his head to deal with the potion ingredients in his hand.

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"Successfully made a qualified scabies treatment potion, Alchemy +1. "As the potion was filled and sealed, a hint flashed across Grete's eyes.

He was not afraid of Snape's difficulties because of this. After all, he was a time traveler who learned from the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.

Although his panel did not have the function of adding points, as long as it was a skill that could be recognized and recorded by the panel, in his hands, only those who could not learn it could not be recorded on the panel, and those who could not be recorded on the panel could fail.

There was no such thing as not being able to learn potions. Long before he came to Hogwarts to report, he had already prepared a lot of daily potions and left the potions in the welfare home for Mrs. Swan's emergency use.

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Small theater

Dumbledore: Severus, this child is very talented. I hope you can guide him well and don't let him become the next Tom.

Snape: Go through the back door? And you walked to my half-blood prince, right? Dumbledore, you misunderstood me. I will not agree.