Chapter 49: Dursley Stays, Others Can Leave

"Potter, where did you learn this content? I don't recall it being recorded in the books."

Snape's tense expression on his face eased slightly.

"At least not completely like that fool."

"Dudley told me," Harry answered very honestly.

Snape nodded thoughtfully, and for a rare moment, his gaze shifted away from Harry and landed on Dudley.

"Now, Dursley, do you have anything to add regarding what Potter said? Please answer the first two questions."

" Asphodel and wormwood combined can be used to make a potent sleeping draught, known as the Draught of Living Death. Bezoar is a stone taken from a goat's stomach and has a strong antidotal effect."

These questions were child's play for Dudley.

"Very well, Slytherin gets two points," Snape said, appearing to be in a good mood.

Hermione almost jumped up. She had raised her hand for so long, and Snape didn't let her answer, directly giving Dudley two points for free. The gap had now widened further.

"In pairs, for the first class, we'll learn something very simple—brewing a potion to treat boils."

To be honest, a potion to treat boils was not simple at all. In the first-year textbook, it was considered a moderately difficult potion. However, Snape clearly didn't think so. He didn't want to teach students theoretical knowledge alone.

Doing things hands-on was the best way to learn.

After a simple demonstration on the stage, Snape moved back and forth between the various pairs, occasionally guiding the young wizards in their operations, correcting their handling of nettles and crushing snake fangs, pointing out mistakes.

Objectively speaking, Snape was a very responsible teacher. Each time, he could accurately point out the young wizards' mistakes. As long as they followed his guidance, they could successfully complete potion brewing.

"You, the guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. Even the goblins next door are much smarter than you."

"I've told you so many times, you should put porcupine quills first. Is your head filled with dung, just like a troll's?"

"If I were you, I would dig a hole in the ground and bury my head, so that others wouldn't know it's empty."

Of course, if you could tolerate his 'venom.' Especially when he repeated his guidance for the second time, Snape was sarcastic and insulting, setting a new standard for criticism. Almost all students received criticism, with only a few spared.

Hermione was one of them.

Hermione's talent in potions was quite formidable. In Dudley's words, Hermione was the only young wizard he had seen whose potion skills were only slightly inferior to his. Although he hadn't seen many young wizards brew potions before, this couldn't negate Hermione's skills. She finished making the potion just half a beat slower than Dudley.

Snape looked at the potion Hermione made. He neither praised nor belittled her, casually saying, 'pass,' and then walked away.

This infuriated Hermione. She was expecting points.

In fact, Snape not berating her meant Hermione had done well. However, it wasn't good enough to receive praise from the Potions Master.

Next, Snape came to Dudley, picked up the potion already made on the table, and carefully examined it.

"Boil Treating Potion (Perfect)."

This was the first time Dudley had produced a potion of perfect quality, and it was for an unfamiliar potion. On the one hand, this potion was relatively simple for Dudley, and on the other hand, it was thanks to Snape's guidance. Even learning a tiny bit from the experience of a Potion Master could be extremely beneficial.

Of course, Data Magic Eye also played a role. Activating the Data Magic Eye was like using an external plugin; Dudley's precision in controlling temperature reached its peak.

This made the potion transparent and perfect.

Snape looked at the potion in the bottle and fell into contemplation. How many years had it been since he had seen such a perfect potion?

The last time he saw it was from Lily's hands, a potion they had completed together.

This is also Snape's only happy memory in his entire life.

What Lily hoped for was that Lily's child could make it, but it turned out to be someone else, albeit still connected to Lily.

Lily's sister's child. Petunia's child. Snape knew Petunia; he and the Evans family were once neighbors, and Evans was Lily and Petunia's surname before marrying.

Stroking the crystal vial in his hand, Snape's heart felt complex. In his vacant and lifeless gaze, there was a slight ripple.

In a daze, he seemed to see the little Gryffindor girl named Granger secretly baring her teeth at Petunia's child. And Petunia's child secretly pinched the other person's cheek.

Watching them, time seemed to go back twenty years. At this moment, it was just like back then— young wizards and witches, himself and Lily.

But everything couldn't be restored.

If either Dudley or Hermione had emerald green eyes, it would be a decisive blow to Snape. However, Dudley inherited Petunia's blue-green eyes, while Hermione had purely brown eyes.

Nostalgia welled up, and Snape, holding the potion made by Dudley, stood still for three minutes.

The young wizards were curious. Did the potion made by Dursley impress the professor so much that he couldn't bear to put it down? Or did he think it was so terrible that he was contemplating how to scold him?

If there were older Slytherin students present, they would undoubtedly find their Head of House acting unusually today.

For a full three minutes, he didn't criticize Gryffindor.

Suddenly, a loud explosion in the classroom shattered the tranquility. Then, acidic green smoke rose, accompanied by a pungent smell and a hissing sound.

It was Seamus. This guy added something unknown to the cauldron, causing an explosion during the potion-making process. The cauldron was deformed, and corrosive liquid splattered everywhere. Many young wizards' clothes and shoes were burned with holes. Neville, in particular, was sprayed all over, covered in swollen boils, screaming in pain. Seamus, realizing things weren't going well, ran away.

"Are you a brainless goblin?" Snape snapped back to reality, calmly collecting Dudley's potion. With a wave of his wand, he swept away the spilled potion on the floor, simultaneously angrily scolding Seamus.

"Not only did you add porcupine quills prematurely, but you also didn't pay attention to the flame's temperature. How many times have I told you? I really want to pry open your head and see if it's filled with dung."

"And you, Potter. Why didn't you remind him? For this, Gryffindor loses one point."

"You are the worst class I've ever taught."

Coincidentally, the Potions class ended at this moment.

"Today's homework is to write a four-inch essay on the Boil Treating Potion. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer in the next class."

Snape didn't forget to assign homework at the end, and then paused.

"Dursley, stay back. The rest of you can leave."

(End of this chapter)

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