Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

"There are thunderbirds in the Forbidden Forest? Oh my God, Merlin's beard."

"The problem is that there are still people who would attack Thunderbirds. This has violated Article 34 of the International Regulations for the Protection of Magical Creatures." Hermione said angrily, and she slapped the table with her book.

Four or five days have passed since the Thunderbird incident, and Hogwarts is still immersed in the shock of being hit by a thunderstorm, and many students who don't know what is going on are discussing it.

"They are dark wizards, Hermione, and they don't care about the law."

"But this doesn't work, the Ministry of Magic didn't take any action?" Hermione retorted strangely. In fact, from the day of the incident to now, the Daily Prophet has never reported this incident.

"The Ministry of Magic does not know that thunderbirds are kept around the school. Dumbledore seems to be deliberately hiding it." Louis held the Daily Prophet in his hand. Thunderbirds are classified as level five high-risk protected animals in the wizarding world, and they belong to the same city as the Phoenix. It is an endangered magical creature.

"Why did Dumbledore do this?"

"I don't know." Louis shook his head, "But Dumbledore has his own ideas."

The thunderbird was then taken care of by Hagrid, and after Snape and Dumbledore worked together to clean up the wounds caused by dark magic, Hagrid kept him in a cage around the hut.

"What's wrong with Neville? He seems to be very depressed?" Ginny walked past them and sat down on the sofa next to Louis.

"He seems to have been like this since Defense Against the Dark Arts class." Harry explained, "Professor Moody showed us the three unforgivable curses, which seemed to have a great influence on Neville."

Louis followed the direction Ginny pointed and saw Neville at the other end of the common room holding a book, his eyes red.

"Is he okay?" Ginny was a little worried.

"Neville is much stronger than we thought." Louis patted Ginny on the shoulder. They really couldn't help Neville in this matter. Only he can face it bravely. This is a Gryffindor student. The quality it should have.

"By the way, I remember you have classes next, right?" Hermione said suddenly, "Snape's Potions class starts in ten minutes!"

Ginny and Louis stood up from the sofa in a hurry. The timetable said that they were free now, but Snape had changed his class to today a few days ago, and Louis actually forgot about it. .

"Oops."

They knew what it would be like to be late for Potions class, but in Hogwarts where space magic was not available, running from Gryffindor Tower to the dungeons in ten minutes was simply impossible.

Therefore, when the two of them rushed to the Potions classroom in a hurry and saw the room full of students and the livid-faced Snape, they knew that the matter was over.

"I wouldn't mind turning one of you into an alarm clock so you can at least know the time, Mr. Wiggins and Miss Weasley." Snape walked up to them, raising his head and casting his eyes downward.

"Professor, actually we..."

"On a tryst? I don't have a problem with that, but I suggest you focus on your studies." Snape interrupted Ginny, "Even if you are a Potions genius, you still have to follow me in my class. the rule of."

There was a burst of laughter from the students below, and Ginny blushed a little when Snape said it.

"So, it's time to teach you a lesson. Let me think about it. Yes, you will deduct five points from each of you, and Mr. Wiggins will also be included." Snape looked at Louis, as if he was considering this question that would bring him trouble. What kind of punishment measures are there for Lanffindor students?

"Confinement, Mr. Wiggins, come to my office tonight."

"That's not fair, Professor..." Ginny retorted, not caring that this was in Potions class.

"Unfair? How about you two come together, Miss Weasley?"

"It's okay, Professor, I'll be fine by myself. It doesn't concern Ginny." Louis grabbed Ginny, fearing that she would say something else. Snape would see him unhappy for more than a day, and besides, he was very A student of Llanffindor.

"Is love really stronger than gold?" Snape mocked, "I will deduct another five points from Gryffindor for your impulsive behavior."

"Now, find your seat and sit down, Miss Weasley, and Mr. Wiggins, follow me on stage." Snape turned his head and quickly returned to the stage, waving his greasy hair.

Louis followed Snape, wondering what the Potions Master was up to.

"You are now in the third grade, and the O.W.Ls exam is getting closer and closer. I don't want to interrupt my class again."

"Perhaps you still remember that last year, due to some reasons, I temporarily took over the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for a period of time. During that time, this Potions class was taught by the Professor Wiggins in front of you. Tutor." Snape pointed at Louis standing beside him.

"I'm not doubting Headmaster Dumbledore's foolish judgment to ask a student to teach such a rigorous Potions class on my behalf. But as the previous Potions teacher." Snape used the term "potions teacher" This word is very strong.

"As the previous Potions teacher, I should have a lot of knowledge in Potions. For this, I would like Mr. Wiggins to demonstrate the operation of potions configuration."

The students began to whisper, and Louis looked down the stage. The Gryffindor students looked at him with curiosity and expectation, while the Slytherin students on the other side wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Of course, except for Astoria, who was sitting in the front row. This girl seemed to look at him with a somewhat complicated look.

Snape placed the cauldron and other utensils in front of him before he could react.

"I heard that you like innovative ideas, so simple potions may not be a challenge to you. So, how about the Living Hell Decoction?" Snape waved his wand again, and the required materials already appeared. Next to the utensils.

The content of Hell Living Potion is a potion that students at Hogwarts only learn in their sixth year. Snape did this, obviously to make things difficult for Louis and to make him take action in front of everyone.

"Professor Snape, this potion of living hell..."

"Shut up, Miss Greengrass," Snape yelled at her, then stared angrily at Louis on the stage.

Well, if you insist on doing so. Louis shook his head. He didn't know if Snape had taken the wrong medicine today, and he was a little emotional.

He calmed down. The preparation of this living hell decoction was neither difficult nor simple. It required mixing narcissus root powder and mugwort together and heating it.

After quickly cutting the narcissus root, Louis took out the sleepy bean and squeezed it with the side of a silver knife to produce a large amount of juice. He put it into the crucible and started stirring.

As time passed, almost the entire class held their breath. Louis used his wand to adjust the temperature of the flame from time to time, and the solution in the crucible began to gradually change color.

Even Severus Snape couldn't help but tilt his head, looking at Louis's skillful operation, his face began to become embarrassed.

"Time's up!" Snape cut off the stopwatch in advance, ten minutes earlier than the prescribed time, but Louis extinguished the flame without any panic.

The color of the solution was a standard light color. Snape filled the liquid out of the crucible and looked at the transparent liquid. Although he didn't want to admit it, he still said word by word:

"That's right, this is the so-called living hell decoction, the water of life and death."