011 - Potions Lesson!

Harry was looked incredulously, and he couldn't help but speak as he saw Ivan feeding the multi-flavored beans to Scabbard all the time.

"Ivan, if you continue to feed him like this, Scabbers will die."

Hearing what Harry said, Hermione, who was thinking about continuing to ask questions, turned her attention to Scabbers on Ron's hand.

The mouse, which was originally skinny with its hair rough, has now changed its appearance.

Because the dormitory was scrambled with dust, Ron used a brush to clean the Scabbers violently. In addition, after being fed for a few days, he was obviously a little fatter now.

"Do you think so? This amount of feeding should be normal. Don't you remember in the past, Scabbers always looked hungry and he was soo thin, he should have an extra meal to compensate!" Ivan insisted on his opinion, and once again placed a piece of the multi-flavored bean into Scabbers mouth.

"Furthermore, this can be regarded as an expression of my apology," Ivan continued.

Scabbers did not give Ivan the slightest of acknowledgment, rather he glared at Ivan angrily, and his little paw arrogantly tried to take the bean from Ivan's hand.

It wasn't until Shaban realized that his small paws could not contest with Ivan's strength, that he took a bite of the multi-flavored bean that had been sent in front of him.

After all, no matter how angry you are, you need food to survive, right? he can't resist anyway...

Hmm... when you actually taste it carefully, except for some individual flavors, the multi-flavored beans are quite delicious...

Noting the weakening of resistance, Ivan couldn't help feeling that even after hiding for so many years Peter Pettigrew's mentality was quite stable.

Just a few nights ago, he was being chased by his most feared person, and after only one night, he was able to feast on like nothing happened, even though that chase was in a dream...

But this also means that Peter Pettigrew doesn't know the dark magic of the Fear Curse, maybe he just thought Ivan used some magic to turn his dream into a nightmare...

After all, Ivan was a student, he had no reason to know what happened eleven years ago, let alone know that Sirius's Animagus form was a black dog.

"What if he gets too fat?" Ron looked at the "special attention" Ivan was giving Scabbers and said with some concern.

"It doesn't matter, Scabbers isn't an owl that needs to fetch letters, and gaining some weight will prevent it from running around." Ivan comforted.

Ivan thought to himself if Peter Pettigrew didn't help, Voldemort's resurrection plan would not have been succeeded soo easily.

When the time finally comes to feed the fat rat to the beasts, Ivan wanted to see how Scabbers can run away from Crookshanks and Sirius.

Several people walked towards the dungeons where the potions class was located while chatting.

When they walked into the classroom, Harry and Ron were a little more convinced that Snape was a dark wizard.

The entire classroom was small, but the atmosphere was dark and terrifying. There were some glass bottles around, which were filled with blue-green liquid. Some animals can still be seen faintly immersed in the liquid.

In addition, the classroom was in the dungeons. If it weren't for Hogwarts, Ivan would have thought it was the secret laboratory of a dark wizard.

"Get to your seat quickly, we have to be careful in this class!" Ron said.

At this time Ron had no doubt regarding George's previous words and hurriedly took Ivan, Harry, and Hermione to sit down, lest Snape found a reason to deduct some points.

However, Ivan knew in his heart that Snape would make up an excuse to find fault even if they had a perfect class.

Bang~

After the students of the two houses had settled down, the gloomy door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of the door panel hitting the wall reverberated in the classroom.

Not long after, a thin figure walked through the gates, his sallow skin covered under the long black cloak, his indifferent eyes swept across the students, and paused momentary when his eyes reached Harry. He paused for a bit, and the hook-like nose made him look like a giant human-shaped bat...　　Snape walked all the way to the front of the stage, waving his wand with his right hand, and the surrounding curtains were automatically pulled down. There was no sunlight shining into the dungeons through the windows, and the classroom immediately became a touch darker.

When the light became dim, Ivan clearly noticed that Snape's tight expression relaxing slightly.

After the potion master had done all this, he took the starting list while looking around the students who were restrained by his aura.

"Next I will be a full name, and hope that no one dares to disrupt my class!"

Snape's low voice began to reverberate in the classroom, and the students were all quiet. At this time, only Draco Malfoy of Slytherin could laugh.

"Neville Longbottom."

"Ivan Halls..."

...

"Harry Potter..."

Snape's plain tone fluctuated slightly when he said Harry's name.

"Ha~ I almost forgot." Snape was expressionless, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his words. "There he is our school's newest celebrity!"

The students all turned around to look towards Harry when they heard these words, and Draco and his two attendants snickered in private.

Being targeted inexplicably made Harry a little uncomfortable, but he didn't know that this was just the beginning.

Snape turned his head and no longer looked at Harry, but at all students.

"You come here, to learn the intricate art of Potions."

" There will be no silly wand-waving in this class, many of you may not believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of Potions"

Snape said there was a pause, then he spoke with a fascinating tone.

"I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death—if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach...."

After Snape had spoken a long paragraph, he suddenly spoke again.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry looked at him blankly.

'What is asphodel? What is wormwood?'

Harry looked at Ron for help, Ron also looked blank, Hermione held her right hand high, but Snape just pretended not to see it.

Ivan was far away and could only open his mouth, silently mouthing Draught of living death

Harry was a little anxious, but Snape's compelling gaze made him afraid to look at Ivan. Naturally, he couldn't guess what Ivan was talking about. After a long time, he could only spit out a few words with difficulty.

"I don't know, professor!"

Ivan reluctantly supported his forehead with his hand, he had tried his best.

Even if he told Harry the answer in advance, it was useless, unless Harry could memorize all the books about potions, Snape will have a way to target Harry.