The best and only Potions Professor in Hogwarts was Snape. According to the twins' description, he was a "cool" person. He always wore a black robe and walked through the Hogwarts corridors aggressively. He never gave the students any face and would willfully deduct the points of every student except Slytherin because he was the dean of Slytherin.
Harry himself had experienced Snape's "heartless and unreasonable" attitude many times, so he prepared himself mentally before entering the Potions class in the basement. He stubbornly sat in the empty first row.
Ron couldn't help but complain after he sat down, "Harry, we should've walked faster just now …"
Snape's cold-bloodedness index was always at its highest when facing Gryffindor, so the sensible Gryffindor students all squeezed into the back row. When Harry and Ron ran over, only the empty front row was left.
Harry comforted his companion, "It's okay, he can do whatever he wants. The bright moon shines on the hill …"
Ron expressed his gratitude and pondered the meaning of this sentence, "What do you mean by the bright moon shines on the hill?"
Harry rubbed his nose, "It means the moon shines on a small grave …"
Snape suddenly pushed open the door and walked in, just in time to see Ron and Harry having a "friendly fight". He glared fiercely at them, and the two kids immediately froze. They slowly withdrew their hands and silently lowered their heads.
Snape also took a roll call, and after confirming that all the students were present, he closed the roster and looked at Harry, "Oh, yes, we have a famous person here — Harry Potter."
Gryffindor was silent, and a few students from Slytherin sneered, then quieted down under Snape's indifferent gaze.
Harry raised his head and looked calmly at Snape, as if waiting for him to continue speaking, but Snape only turned his face away in disgust and continued in a threatening tone, "You're all here to learn the precise science and strict craft of this Potion Concoction … But there's one condition, and that is that you're not the kind of idiots I often meet."
When Snape said "idiots", the whole class was silent. Only Harry suddenly interrupted, "Professor, do you often meet idiots?"
Snape paused for a moment, then turned and walked in front of Harry. He leaned in front of Harry's desk, and his shadow completely covered Harry, "Potter! If I add the daffodil root powder to the mugwort extract, what will I get? "
Harry shrunk his neck and answered, "You'll get a sleeping potion called the Life-Death Potion. If the concentration is too high, it'll become a knockout potion."
Snape's black eyes became deeper. He stared at a point above Harry's head and continued to ask, "If I asked you to find a bezoar, where would you find it?"
Harry slowly sank under the table, "In a cow's stomach … Or in the ingredient cabinet at the back …"
Snape's eyes were already empty, "Then, tell me, what's the difference between Aconitum Slytherin and Aconitum Slytherin?"
Harry's body had already sunk under the table, leaving only a pair of eyes above the table to observe Snape, "Professor, they're both Aconitum Slytherin …"
Snape's face was already dark. He snorted, raised his black robe, and walked up to the podium, angrily shouting, "Harry Potter, get up from under the table! In addition, deduct ten points from Gryffindor. Reason: Teasing the Professor. "
Harry quietly raised one hand, "Professor … But I'm not Gryffindor …"
Snape, who could not deduct points from Harry, was full of anger. He quickly wrote on the blackboard, and then divided the students into groups of two to guide them to make a simple scabies potion. However, when dividing the groups, he separated Ron and Harry — Gryffindor's students happened to be an even number. So Harry could only sit alone under Snape's nose, dry nettles, and crush the snake's fangs.
Snape walked around the classroom in his long black robe, criticizing everyone in the classroom — except for young Malfoy from Slytherin. He even praised the young Malfoy for his perfect skill in boiling the snot. Then Snape went to the front row and stood in front of Harry, watching the child happily stirring the snot into a pot with a stirring stick. This was nothing, but Harry's enthusiasm made Snape very unhappy. Why couldn't he be a little more cautious like the other little monsters?
"Neville!" Hermione suddenly shouted from behind. At the same time, everyone in the classroom smelled a pungent smell and looked in the direction of Hermione. It turned out that her partner, Neville, had burned the crucible into a strange black object for some reason. The potion flowed out, and several nearby students screamed and jumped. Holes were burned in the soles of their shoes.
The first to bear the brunt was naturally Neville. He was splashed with the potion from head to toe. Now, his face and arms were covered with scabies, and he was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. Hermione, whose arms were red, looked helplessly at the mess on the table.
"Damn idiot!" Snape growled in a low voice. He waved his wand and swept up the spilled potion on the floor. "You didn't even take the pot away from the fire before you put the porcupine in, did you?!"
Neville looked at the scabies on the tip of his nose and finally cried.
Snape shouted for the class to be suspended and looked in the direction of Harry. He found that the child was calmly squatting on a chair and adding... adding gray butterfly wings into the crucible???
"Harry Potter!" Snape's roar had just landed on the floor when Harry's crucible exploded. Everyone first heard a "bang" sound, and then saw green smoke engulfing Harry. At the same time, fragments of the crucible flew out.
The green smoke quickly dispersed, and Snape saw that Harry was still squatting there motionlessly. His heart sank, and he took two steps in front of the child. "Idiot, what are you..."
Harry froze for a moment, then shook his head violently. He wiped the black dust off his face with his sleeve. "Professor, aren't gray butterfly wings and porcupine thorns the same medicinal properties..." Why does the reaction seem a little different...
Ron and the others, who were worried about Harry, quietly came to the front under the pressure of Snape. Then, they saw that Harry's face was covered with crisscrossing black patterns.
"Gryffindor!" After a moment of silence, Snape turned to Ron and the others and said sternly, "Send Longbottom to the medical wing upstairs. As for Harry Potter, come to my office on the weekends for disturbing the class."
What was confinement? Confused, Harry looked at everyone and only saw pity in their eyes.
"Harry, you win. You're the first student to be confined this semester ~" During lunch, the twins excitedly told Harry, "Too bad you're not Gryffindor."
Was this something to be proud of? Was it? Harry had no choice but to be surrounded by the crowd with his face full of patterns. When the international students who heard the news saw Harry, they expressed interest in the Potions class and were ready to attend.
Peter Parker was shocked when he saw Harry. He touched his chin and thought for a while. "Why does he look so familiar?"
Kronos next to him poked him in the waist. "Venom!"
Peter suddenly realized and then took out a picture of Venom from his wallet for Harry to admire...
After Harry escaped from the crowd under the cover of Ron, it was almost half past two, so he simply went to Haig's house together. Haig's current position in Hogwarts was a forester, so he lived in a small wooden house next to the forbidden forest. After the two left the castle, they walked down the hill.
Ron was not very familiar with Haig, so he was a little worried. "Harry, is it appropriate for me to go with you to see Haig like this? I mean, he only invited you. "
Harry laughed. "Haig is my friend, and you are also my friend. I'll introduce my two friends to each other. And Haig just wants to know about my situation in school. "
Ron was relieved. The two chatted while enjoying the scenery of the fields gradually entering autumn. They also saw the completed Union Building, and Red Tornado and Martian Hunter were doing the final inspection.
"Professor Kamia said that her troupe will be rehearsing in the Union Building," Ron suddenly said.
Harry thought for a moment before remembering that Professor Kamia was Mrs. Lovegood, and he had to attend her literature class with Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tonight. Ron had probably attended it last night, so he asked, "What's the content of the literature class?" There seemed to be no textbook for this class.
Ron scratched his head for a long time and finally said, "The professor told us a story about a prophecy."
Harry blinked and then said slowly, "A prophecy..."
Crossing the fields, the two finally arrived in front of Haig's wooden house. There was a stone bow and a pair of rubber shoes at the door. Harry went forward and knocked on the door first. A few low barks immediately came from the house, and then Haig said, "Back up, Ya Ya, back up."
The two children guessed the size of the dog from the barks, so they looked at each other and stepped back.
Sure enough, after Haig opened the door a crack, a large black hound couldn't help but jump out and pounce on Harry. At the same time, Haig, who didn't manage to hold on to the collar, staggered.
Harry was affectionately licked by Ya Ya for a while before Haig rescued him. But even Ron could see that the big dog was just like its owner, not as fierce as it looked.
Haig's wooden house only had one room. There were ham and pheasants hanging from the ceiling, and a copper pot boiling water in a brazier. There was a big bed in the corner, and the bedding on the bed was pieced together. Haig didn't seem to have the habit of receiving guests, so the two saw some wood and sawdust on the floor, and there was an obviously new wooden chair next to it.
Haig tugged at his messy beard and said, "Is this the little brother of the Weisles?" He glanced at Ron's freckled face and asked him to sit on his bed first. "In order to drive your two brothers out of the Forbidden Forest, I spent almost half of my life."
Ron sat on the coarse but warm and dry bed, eating the rock crust cake made by Haig (his front teeth almost fell out), and watched Haig teach Harry a lesson. "I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've already learned how to tattoo?"
Harry had used various methods to wash his face dozens of times, but he could only wash away the patterns on his face a little. At first glance, he did look like a cool rock singer who did death metal, so much so that Haig's heart ached — a few days ago, he was still a little fresh!
Harry sat on the small bench and watched Haig make tea while explaining the origin of the "tattoo". He also talked about the situation of the classes in the past few days. Yanya was lying beside Harry and rubbing against his robe. Harry took out a handful of candies from his pocket and peeled one for Yanya.
Haig saw this and laughed. "Why are you like Abusi, carrying candies everywhere you go?"
"I'm used to it." Harry grabbed a rock crust cake, put it into the hot tea, and ate it. As he ate, he wondered, "When did I develop this habit?"
After hearing about Snape's attitude towards Harry, Haig comforted him and said, "Don't mind it. Professor Snape is like this. He has never liked any student."
Harry didn't mind, and added, "To tell you the truth, I'm a little flattered that he's trying so hard to hate me."
Ron, who was at the side, choked on the rock crust cake. Hagrid immediately served him some hot tea, but Ron was scalded again.
After settling Ron down, Haig got up and took out a box from the cabinet and handed it to Harry. Harry held the box curiously and then heard Haig say, "I went to some people to get this gift together. It was supposed to be for you on your birthday..."
Harry opened the box and saw a photo album.
The cover and inner pages were handmade in a rough style, but Harry stroked the crooked "Potter" sewn on the cover and suddenly felt a lump in his throat. Haig had always been a loyal and attentive friend.
Ron also came to Harry's side and looked at the photos with him. Most of them were photos of James Potter and Lily Potter when they were students. Haig also sat on the side and added, "That's James's fourth year in the Quidditch competition. He won without a doubt... Oh, that's a photo of Lily and her roommates..."
"Harry, you look so much like your father! You're exactly the same! "Ron exclaimed.
Harry also realized this. He was a carbon copy of James Potter, except... except for the slightly slimmer face shape, he was exactly the same as his father.
It was a wonderful feeling. Harry gently stroked the smiling Lily Potter in the photo. "I wish I could inherit some of my mother's looks..."
Haig sighed. "Lily was the most outstanding young witch I've ever seen. At that time, wherever she was, there was always laughter. She especially liked to bring her friends to drink tea, eat biscuits, and chat... Harry, you're very much like your mother."
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