Potions

Potions class is taught in a basement classroom. It's colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars are placed along the walls, in which various taxidermy are soaked.

Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster as soon as he was in class, and when Augustus' name was called, Snape visibly paused. As the dean of Slytherin, Snape naturally knew about the tradition of Slytherin's selection of hidden prefects, and the various performances of Augustus in this session have long been passed to his ears through the descriptions of many people. , For such an excellent Slytherin freshman, Snape's always rigid face softened a bit.

"Oh, yes" Snape's volume suddenly changed a bit when Harry's name was called. "Harry Potter, this is our newcomer--big name." Augustus, I'm a little surprised, why a professor who has such obvious disdain for Harry suddenly appeared among the professors who have always liked Potter, yes, such an obvious sarcasm, obviously everyone heard it, Draco Malfoy And his friends Crabbe and Goyle were giggling with their hands over their mouths.

After Snape finished naming, he looked up at the class, his dark eyes were cold and hollow, reminding you of two dark tunnels. "You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation," he began, speaking in a voice almost a little higher than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape also has the deterrent force to keep the classroom in order with little effort. "Since there's no foolish wand-waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to appreciate the beauty of that slow-simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance, You won't understand the mind-blowing, mind-blinding magic of the fluid that flows into people's veins. I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one, that you are not just the kind of idiot I often encounter."

As a demigod master who has experienced countless ups and downs, Snape's demagogic words are quite nutritious to Augustus, and those who are inspired by Snape are in a surging passion. The students of Chung are different. Augustus has long been used to seeing countless people's life and death. For him, only the pursuit of the true meaning and essence of magic is the only thing he can't let go of. What's more, to prevent death? As one of the most terrifying laws of nature, Augustus did not dare to say that he could resist death even if he completely stepped into the realm of the gods.

After his short opening remarks, the class fell silent. Seemingly attracted by the demagogic words, Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances. Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, looking eager to prove that she wasn't a fool.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to a wormwood infusion?"

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it looks like fame isn't everything."

Snape purposely ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?" Harry looked around in despair, except for Hermione's still raised hands. , Most of the Gryffindor students have expressions of helplessness, and of course, the Slytherin students are mostly joking. Suddenly Harry's line of sight appears a little impatient Augustus, inexplicable Thinking of the scene when he faced Malfoy on the train, Harry looked at Augustus with a look of help.

Augustus was already a little dissatisfied when Snape started asking Harry the second question. He came here to absorb the essence of various magic theories. Instead of wasting time listening to a professor keep asking students questions he doesn't know.

"Professor Snape, since Harry doesn't know, why don't you ask others? For example, Miss Granger. Or I can explain it." Augustus looked at Snape and said calmly.

In the silent classroom, Augustus's iconic voice suddenly sounded. Everyone was stunned at first. After hearing the content clearly, they all looked at Augustus in disbelief. They questioned him in Snape's class and even asked him. Courageous. The eyes of many Slytherin students were also puzzled as if they didn't understand why August had to clear a Gryffindor student.

There seemed to be a flash of anger in the depths of Snape's eyes, but it was fleeting, followed by a thoughtful and puzzled expression. Looking at Augustus, who was still calm, Snape said: Pu's face gradually returned to calm.

"Very good, Mr. Augustus, now it's up to you to answer these two questions." Snape's dull voice sounded a bit chilly, and the already dark classroom seemed a bit colder.

Augustus looked at Snape indifferently and said all the answers naturally. Snape nodded, and without continuing to ask questions as before, he turned around and walked back to the lectern. Seeing that the matter was revealed like this, everyone felt inexplicable, not knowing whether they admired Augustus' courage or were surprised by Professor Snape's uncharacteristic behavior. Of course, for Harry, it is natural to be full of gratitude for Augustus's two consecutive clearances.

Afterward, the Potions class continued, but the situation of the Gryffindor students did not improve. Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix and concoct a simple potion for scabies. The one who was in the same group as Augustus was Mo Yan, who was defeated by Augustus in the previous battle of the Hidden Prefect. Mo Yan was naturally very lucky to be in the same group as Augustus. joy. Almost every one of the many Slytherin freshmen now has an inexplicable admiration for Augustus.

While Augustus was concentrating on arranging various fine materials, Neville somehow burned Seamus' hot pot into a crooked piece, and the potion in the pot was suddenly splashed on the slate. Some students who were too late to escape had their shoes burned in an instant. Looking at the potions that were about to fill the classroom, most of the students began to stand on stools to avoid this unwarranted disaster.

Augustus frowned, took out his silver wand, and pointed it to the ground. A spell similar to clearing it worked, and the potion on the ground disappeared instantly.

Snape gave Augustus a ten in admiration, and roared at Neville, who was already twitching and crying by the side, "Idiot! I think you probably didn't take the pot off the fire. Put the porcupine thorn in there, didn't you!" Seeing much scabies that suddenly appeared on Neville's nose, Snape snapped at Seamus with some disgust, "Send him to the hospital ward above."

Potions class ended in such a farce, the students filed out of the classroom stairs in twos and threes, Hermione followed Ron and Harry, watching the Slytherin students still calm The old Augustus. "I just said, even if he gets into Slytherin House, Augustus can't become like those Slytherins," Hermione said to Ron and Harry proudly.

Ron snorted indistinctly, and Harry was in a trance. Indeed, the white-robed boy on the train is still as handsome as ever and has never changed.