Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 278 276. Magic Soup Master?

In Potions class, Snape was teaching how to make an antidote to a potent wizard's poison.

Some of Durmstrang's students sat nervously on their seats, eager to write down every word Snape said, while the other part stared blankly at the ceiling, no longer aware of fugue. Where did it go.

In order to prevent Hogwarts from cheating and to better monitor the every move of the two Hogwarts warriors, Karkaroff took the initiative to let all the students except Victor go to the fourth grade.

When he wanted to come to the sixth grade and go to the fourth grade, there would be no pressure in his studies. Who would have thought that the fourth grade at Hogwarts would be so perverted. The learning progress far exceeded the sixth grade level.

The result of this is that they can't keep up with the progress even more. Just imagine, a group of students who believe in happy teaching suddenly come to Haidian and Huanggang, and then study with the students there, do the questions and take the exam

Oh my, my scalp is numb.

Even if I wrote everything down verbatim, I still couldn't understand what Snape was talking about.

Unable to adapt at all, many Durmstrang students chose to give up.

Snape didn't bother to care about them, after all, he wasn't his student, and it had nothing to do with him whether he learned from good or bad.

Ron lay down on the table without love: "Can't the school get some normal food?"

Since experiencing the smell of canned herring with Dudley and the others that day, Ron hasn't eaten well during this time.

Nothing tastes good, and he has no appetite at all. His mind is full of the smell of canned food, and he is indifferent even when he puts his favorite big chicken drumsticks in front of him at noon today.

Well, the main reason is to cater to Beauxbaton's taste. Today's chicken drumsticks are sweet, with a thick layer of jam and sugar sprinkled on top.

Sweet chicken drumsticks, is that for people? This is the biggest disrespect to chicken legs.

Unsurprisingly, Ron, who was lying on the table, was spotted by Snape.

"Wetherby, get out of bed and go to sleep."

Come on, now not only the first name, but even the last name is wrong.

But Ron didn't care.

As a pure foodie, you can't even care about eating, so what is there to be afraid of?

Mr Ronald was fearless.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance entered Ron's nose, which was a fragrance that he had never smelled before. At that moment, he suddenly became energetic and suddenly raised his head to look around.

'Someone cooks in Potions class? ! '

Soon, the strange smell became stronger and stronger, permeating the entire classroom, not only Ron, but also everyone else.

Snape's face was sullen, black as if smeared with ink.

Apparently he smelled it too.

It's audacious for someone to cook and eat in his class.

Did he take him as the Potions Professor seriously?

He wants to see who dares to be so bold, and he must first taste the poison of the antidote taught today.

Did he really think Snape had a good temper?

Immediately, sharp eyes swept over Durmstrang's position, scaring the group of young wizards to shrink back desperately, for fear of being targeted by Snape.

no not them

Snape, who found nothing, looked back regretfully.

If it's not from another school, it's Hogwarts

Start with the boldest Gryffindor.

Still nothing.

Snape frowned, if it wasn't Gryffindor, it could only be Slytherin (Potions class, Gryffindor and Slytherin are bound classes).

Following the scent, his eyes fell on the front row of Slytherin, where Dudley was sitting.

Dudley's cauldron was steaming at the moment, and Snape saw him drop a handful of coriander into it.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you'd better explain to me why you cook in my class."

Snape looked very angry. Although his tone was calm, there was an unimaginable murderous intent in his eyes, and he directly called Dudley by his last name.

Dudley did have the privilege of doing other things in Potions, but that wasn't his reason to cook in Potions.

Who gave him the guts? !

Even as Snape's proud disciple, if he didn't give a reasonable excuse, Snape would give him a good look.

The little wizards around shrank back unconsciously. They didn't want to be affected, and Dudley should bear Snape's anger alone.

"Professor Snape." Dudley raised his head, threw the chopped onion into the cauldron, and took a serious look at Snape: "I'm brewing a potion."

"What are you talking about?"

As if he didn't hear clearly, Snape's voice raised several decibels, and his tone became more and more dangerous: "Please repeat what you just said."

"I'm brewing a potion, Professor." Dudley repeated, looking at him without fear.

Snape was about to laugh angrily. He saw his three steps turned into two steps and came in front of Dudley, looking at the potatoes, kale, and white and tender tofu lumps in the cauldron, his face was as ugly as it was ugly.

You call this a potion?

What is this if not a one-pot dish? It's still a pot of clear soup!

He didn't know why Dudley did it, but he knew he was angry, very angry.

Don't think that you are talented

Just when Snape was about to get mad, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Professor Snape!"

A junior wizard stood at the door.

"What's the matter?" Snape turned to look at him impatiently, the gloomy look almost scared the little wizard to tears.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to take Mr. Potter and Mr. Dursley upstairs." He said very awkwardly: "Mr. Bagman wants them to go, and all the warriors are going as if there is something important Need to explain."

"Very good, very good." Snape squinted his eyes at Dudley and said sharply, "Dursley, Potter, you two get out of my sight, immediately!"

"Professor, I know you may have misunderstood, but"

Dudley filled a bowl of fragrant soup and put it in front of Snape: "This is really a potion."

After he finished speaking, he didn't explain much, and led Harry to follow the little wizard who informed him and disappeared outside the gate of the Potions classroom.

Watching Dudley leave, Snape hesitated for a while, then gently picked up the bowl of soup, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully.

Soon his face changed slightly, and he quickly started to stir with the spoon in the crucible. When he lifted the spoon, he saw a special material in the center of the spoon.

It is the key ingredient of the antidote he described in this class.

At this point, Snape's face looked slightly better.

He took a meaningful look at the location where Dudley disappeared.

‘I’m only in the fourth grade, and I’ve already found my own way, although I’m not yet mature.’