Snape analyzed the ingredients of the chocolate with a dark face while throwing daggers at the two blushing children on the sofa.
Look at Potter's little brat,
How old was he, like his damn father, learning how to attract bees and butterflies! And Miss Know-It-All, who usually looked like she had a brain,
She actually fell for the aphrodisiac too!
That's right, aphrodisiac,
It was an aphrodisiac that changed the ingredients without permission,
Every Valentine's Day, there would be one or two cases of illegal use of aphrodisiac sent to him. This year, the Weisles twins had learned to be smart,
They changed the dosage of one or two of the ingredients,
They turned the bewitching potion into a potion that enhanced the love experience between couples. Just from this change alone, it could be said that they were geniuses. But...
Snape hollered at the two children who were snuggling together, "Potter! Don't tell me the two Weasley monsters didn't prepare an antidote and dared to sell such dangerous food in school?! "He didn't want to see the school filled with little monsters whose minds were filled with false love.
"No..." Harry said weakly.
Hermione, who was hugging Harry tightly, glared at Snape. "Don't yell at my Harry!"
Harry almost fainted,
While he still had a glimmer of clarity,
He hurriedly said before Snape roared again, "Professor, I think Hermione and I both need the Life-Death Water!"
Snape's face was dark as he tacitly agreed to Harry's suggestion,
He quickly took out two small bottles of potions from the cupboard. It was not the Water of Life and Death.
It was not the Life-Death Water, but a powerful sleeping pill that Snape had secretly concocted.
Harry did not ask why the color of the potion was different from the Life-Death Water,
He took it and coaxed Hermione to drink it.
Hermione, who was usually so domineering that she would give orders to every strand of hair, was rarely such a little girl. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. "I don't want to sleep, I want to look at Harry!"
Harry stared at the Potions Professor's murderous eyes and coaxed the girl. "Min, I'll drink with you, let's sleep together... uh, let's take a break together."
After persuading for a long time, Harry finally personally fed the potion to Hermione. The girl's eyelids became heavy as she leaned on the sofa and fell asleep. Harry breathed a sigh of relief and was about to drink the potion himself when he heard Snape said coldly from the experiment table, "Potter, come over and grind the horns."
"Professor?" Professor? "Harry raised the potion bottle in his hand and asked in confusion.
Snape said impatiently as he searched for all the magic potions he might need, "Do your best, Potter. Is this so hard to understand?"
No, it was easy to understand. Harry walked over obediently, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, and prepared to grind the horns into powder. Snape began to prepare the antidote on the other side of the experiment table according to the plans he had just drawn up. Soon, he was immersed in the crucible. Harry was relieved. He had not thought of how to explain to Snape that he did not have any reaction to chocolate.
In fact, Harry only had one explanation for this. A few days ago, he had told Professor Kamia: I'm just a child. I don't know what love is.
Harry's expression relaxed as he thought of this. Even the movements of his hands were light. He had no idea how complicated the Potions Professor was feeling.
When they blocked the two children at the door, Granger, who was controlled by the potion, hid behind Potter in fear and shyness. However, Potter seemed to have seen his savior. He knew at that moment that the boy was not controlled by the potion. Ha, there was something special about the savior. He should have reported this matter to the old principal, but … when he thought of how calm and vigilant Dumbledore was behind that sweet mask, Snape subconsciously concealed this "small matter".
He still did not understand why Dumbledore had a strange trust in Kamia and Lovegood, who were full of doubts, but was wary of a silly child like Harry Potter. Was it because of the Mark of the Saint? But Harry Potter did not even have a magic wand. Even a Muggle could easily kill him!
"Professor?" Harry saw that Snape was staring at the crucible in front of him and could not help but remind him.
Snape woke up from his complicated emotions. He looked up and met the boy's clear brown eyes. They were very similar to his father's. A sense of disgust arose spontaneously. "Mind your own business, Potter!"
The boy puffed up his cheeks and lowered his head to put the ground powder into a container.
It was always like this. No matter how bad his attitude was towards him, or how obvious his disgust was, the boy was like a sponge, indifferently bearing all of it. He would occasionally get angry, but after a few days, he would still be as shameless as before.
This was not James Potter's character. Snape knew very well that James Potter should be angry and brandishing his claws. He would never be like Harry … a coward? Even Lily would not tolerate his bad temper like this. Lily would argue with him, have conflicts with him, then reconcile, and then have conflicts again.
Snape tiredly cleaned up the potion in front of him, which was obviously destroyed, and experimented with the next formula.
However, Harry did not intend to keep quiet. He did not know why, but the boy liked to chat with someone while working. Ron said that his habit was like Mrs. Weisles who liked to scold the children one by one while cooking. Hermione said that it was like Barber Tony.
"Professor, since I can successfully make the scabies potion in one go, can I start making the next potion?"
"Professor, Professor Quirrell taught us how to make prank props in class. He won't be expelled like this, right? Everyone seems to like this class a lot … "
"Professor, the practical training class is getting more and more difficult. Do we have to take a test for this class?"
Snape was completely immune to Harry's nagging. At most, he would grunt a few times, and Harry would be very satisfied. Snape also became more and more talkative, slowly shifting from studying to daily life.
"Professor, do you know how to play wizard chess? Ron is very good at wizard chess. He is practically invincible in Gryffindor. Oh, I only know how to play gobblestone. Hermione also knows how to play mahjong. I think she learned it from senior Autumn Zhang … Oh, right, Autumn Zhang and Cedric are actually a couple. Although they are really compatible, I also quite like Autumn Zhang … Professor, do you know the name of the big snail that blew me up in the first practical training class? It's actually called a sticky worm! Rolf told me. He actually said that the sticky worm was harmless. He is really a magical creature fanatic … Speaking of magical creatures, professor, are ghouls considered magical creatures? Last time, Ginny wrote a letter saying that a ghoul in their attic ran away from home. She was quite sad … "
"Shut up, Potter!" Snape gradually felt that he was being drowned by Potter's endless chatter. He finally lost his calm and shouted.
Harry quickly zipped his mouth to show that he was very sensible. Snape then returned to making the antidote.
In fact, since the Weisles brothers' gadgets were modified based on the aphrodisiac, and the antidote was also very similar to the aphrodisiac, Snape made the antidote in the evening. Harry was thankful. It was not because of the antidote, but because he had been grinding bones for the whole afternoon. His hands were so sore that he could not even lift them up.
Harry woke Hermione up from her deep sleep and poured the antidote into her mouth before the girl was completely awake. When Hermione sat up on the sofa, her eyes were already clear. She no longer looked at Harry with that terrifying infatuation in her eyes, but at the same time, a certain kind of anger swept over her.
Hermione angrily clenched her magic wand and gritted her teeth. "Twins!"
After shaking off the effects of the antidote, the little witch quickly figured out the origin of the prank. She could not wait to find the twins and give them a kick each. Fortunately, Hermione was Hermione after all. After standing up, the first thing she did was to thank the Potions Professor. "Thank you, professor!"
Snape only snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "I hope that some people will not be so impatient when they see food. At least this will reduce a lot of my workload."
Hermione blushed and thanked him again before pulling Harry out of the cellar. Harry cried out in pain all the way — his arm was still sore!
After that, regardless of how Hermione dealt with the twins, the rumor that Harry and Hermione were a couple still spread in Hogwarts. No matter how Ron tried to explain it to the public, it was useless. Harry and Hermione were in a sense, in a sense, both of them were somewhat of a hot topic. One was the legendary savior, and the other was known as the smartest little witch in decades. The two of them were usually very close. Even if they were not a couple, people still wanted to pair them up.
Ron did not understand. "What's in it for them to spread these rumors?"
Harry was lying on two chairs, reading a novel and laughing. "To relieve boredom! Hogwarts are good in everything, but there are too few ways to have fun. "That was why the Union Building was so popular. Children from wizard families might not think so, but Muggle children who had seen TV, movies and video games could simply treat this place as a concentration camp for electronic devices. It was definitely more effective than Teacher Yang's concentration camp.
Ron was also impressed by the two parties involved. Even if the rumors were spread right under their noses, they still did not take it seriously. Harry was still in the mood for conspiracy theories. "Hehe, maybe Cedric and Autumn are behind this. You see, after the rumors about me and Hermione spread, no one is in the mood to gossip about them anymore!"
Hermione was actually angry. She was not as shameless as Harry, and there was a rather vicious rumor about her — a lowly Muggle witch wants to climb the social ladder of a savior. Obviously, in the eyes of most people, Harry's halo as a "savior" was more dazzling than a smart witch.
Hermione, who was holding her breath, gave the twins a good scolding, and then buried herself in her studies with a straight face. The final exams were coming, and she was not in the mood to deal with those gossipy people.
Ron dug his ears. "Harry, did I hear it wrong? Aren't there still a few months before the final exams? "
"Yes, there are only a few months left!" Hermione angrily slammed a large stack of books on the table. "And we have seven or eight courses to take!"
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