Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 27 Potions Class with Frequent Situations
prevent death?

So far, only the Philosopher's Stone can achieve the effect of immortality, but that is also alchemy, potion.
In the early years, there were quite a few people who ate the dead. I have never heard of immortality.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly.

This frightened Hera a lot. The opening remark like a whisper was followed by such a loud volume. Are you really not afraid to scare us out of heart attack?

But if Hera really complained, she might only get Snape's contemptuous look.

"If I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion, what do I get?"

Sitting in the back row, Hera watched a disheveled brown curly-haired girl raise her hand high, then thought to herself, why didn't she know the answer?

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

Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Hera said that she was offended, the Lestrange family is also somewhat famous, and her potion talent is indeed
Sure enough, Snape never disappoints when it comes to being annoying.

"That girl with brown curly hair seems to be called Granger, right? Hermione Granger? Or Hermione Granger? Forget it, it doesn't matter." Hera murmured, "Granger is really disrespectful as always. Snape is clearly trying to make things difficult for Harry. Why are you making trouble?"

Snape completely ignored Hermione's upraised arm, as if the world in front of him was only Harry Potter, even if Draco in front of him was trembling with laughter and fell to the ground, he ignored it.

Normally, Snape would stare at them with a dead face.

"Shall we try again? Potter, if I ask you to find me a piece of bezoar, where are you going to go?"

As soon as this question came out, Hermione raised her hand even higher. From Hera's perspective, it could be seen that Hermione's butt almost moved away from the seat.

"I don't know, sir."

"I suppose you didn't read a single book before school started, did you, Potter?"

Snape's eyes were fixed on Harry.

"Potter, what's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf-venomous aconite?"

Hera sat tremblingly in the back seat. This was a replica of her first potions class. She thought that she was also made things difficult by Snape. Of course, Snape's made things difficult for Hera.

Anyway, from childhood to adulthood, people would make things difficult for him every day.

Hera thought so, staring at Harry's back, silently cheering him up.

Then, in Hera's astonishment, Hermione stood up, her hand stretched straight towards the ceiling of the dungeon, as if she was about to pierce the ceiling, and directly hit Hera's cap.

Being able to act like this in Snape's class, Hera silently gave Hermione a lower score in her heart. If she was arrogant and disrespectful before, she now looks stupid.

"I don't know," whispered Harry, "but I think Hermione knows the answer, so why didn't you ask her?"

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, and Snape was quite unhappy.

"Sit down!" he yelled at Hermione. "Let me tell you, Potter, daffodil root powder and wormwood can make a very powerful sleeping potion. It's just a dose of Death Water, understand? Why don't you write it all down?"

When Hera heard Snape's words, she subconsciously lowered her head and prepared to pick up the quill pen to record, but missed nothing, and then realized that she was also a professor now, why should she be afraid of Snape?

As a human being, you have to be tough!

Potions class continued, with Snape instructing the students to mix and concoct a simple potion for scabies.

He dragged his long black cloak around the room like an old bat.

Hera lay on the table indifferently and looked at the stuffed animals in the bottles and jars. Anyway, it was just a simple potion, and it was not as dangerous as the senior courses. It would explode or something
There was a sudden puff of acid green smoke and a loud hiss from the basement classroom.

Some idiot student burned the crucible into a crooked piece, and the potion in the pot spilled on the flagstone floor, burning holes in the students' shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class was on the stools, except for the bored Hera and the idiot who knocked over the cauldron.
Neville was drenched in the potion. In comparison, Hera's condition was better, but not much better.

"Idiot!" Snape snarled, sweeping up the spilled potion with a wave of his wand, "I think you probably put the porcupine quills in without removing the pot from the heat, didn't you?"

Hera's reaction seemed to be a little slower, screaming and jumping up on the seat, which was particularly abrupt in the already quiet classroom.

"Uh..." Hera had a lot of scabies on her feet and legs, but it was obviously much milder than Neville's.

"Send him up to the ward area of ​​the infirmary," Snape snapped at Hera, as if Hera had made a mistake.

But Hera did have to go to the medical room, and his leg hurts badly now.

By the time Hera returned to the underground potions classroom from the infirmary, the students had already left, and so had Snape.

Hera flinched again.

"Oh, Snape is definitely angry!?" Hera sighed and found Snape's office by memory.

Judging from her own experience alone, Hera knew very well that if she was still angry when she got there, Snape would not know how to mock him, and the matter of asking him to learn Occlumency would be in vain again.

But before reaching Snape's door, Hera was still a little angry, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became.

He just came to get in touch with Snape, first he was taken aback, and then half of his body was doused with scabies potion, what did he do wrong?
Fortunately, although Neville's child was a bit dull, he was still very obedient in general, even a little cowardly. Hera just threw him in the medical room, pinched his nose and drank the scabies potion before leaving in a hurry.

(Sure enough, the guy in the sorting hat has a brain hole, and an idiot like Neville should be sorted into Hufflepuff!)

But Hera did not dare to openly question the authority of the Sorting Hat. As a "living fossil" left over thousands of years ago, the Sorting Hat is quite arrogant. If it heard it, it would probably whisper bad things about itself in Dumbledore's ears.

Standing in front of the door, Hera took a deep breath, tried her best to clear out all the miscellaneous thoughts in her mind, and pushed the door open.

"Hey, isn't this our Mr. Lestrange?" Snape's voice was low, like a poisonous snake. "What's the matter? Want to visit your 'poor' Potions master?"

(End of this chapter)