Hogwarts Abnormal Raiders

Potions class is taught in a basement classroom.

This place is obviously colder than the main building of the castle above.

Malfoy doubted that if he stayed in such an environment for a long time, he would easily develop rheumatic bone disease early.

The professors at Hogwarts seem to like to take classes underground. Professor Binns is like this, and so is Snape.

Of course, Professor Binns is a ghost, and that environment may make him more comfortable.

Is Snape hiding so many secrets in his heart that he is more inclined to the same dark environment?

Or is it that the refining of potions needs to be done in a secret place to avoid unpredictable consequences?

We don't know.

When Malfoy entered the classroom, he did not sit down immediately.

Because he saw various glass jars placed along the wall, he curiously went up to observe them.

I don't know if the liquid inside is formalin or some kind of special potion. It smells slightly pungent.

There are many strange animal specimens soaked in the glass jars, which look disgusting and even scary. Many little wizards don't even dare to look here.

But Malfoy felt fine.

Because he had seen his grandpa's snake and scorpion medicinal wine in his previous life, as well as some strange bugs from his hometown, which could be used to make wine, which greatly increased his knowledge.

He even saw people making wine with owls online...

Well, the Scottish round-faced fat chicken has successfully developed a new use.

Just when Malfoy was still wondering whether Snape was also a hidden health expert, he heard a cold voice coming from behind.

"Mr. Malfoy, if you are interested in these, how about you just stand here and enjoy this lesson."

Malfoy's eyelids twitched, knowing that something bad was going on, and the rightful owner had arrived.

He turned around and looked at a middle-aged man with facial paralysis wearing a black uniform, a black cloak, a hooked nose, and greasy hair, and smiled:

"Sorry, Professor Snape, I just had a look, nothing else."

Snape snorted coldly: "If you don't find a seat to sit down, I will think that you want to have the same treatment as them."

As he spoke, his eyes turned around the animals in the glass jars.

Malfoy: "..." Yaoshoula is a cold-blooded beast who intends to murder the young boy in his youth.

Is this a threat? This must be a threat from Chi Guoguo. Don’t be so cruel. It’s not my fault that your wife is gone.

"Okay, Professor, I'll sit down right away."

Malfoy followed his heart and immediately went to find his best friend.

"I originally wanted to remind you, but you were too obsessed." Blaise shook his head with regret on his face.

Malfoy: "...Look, Professor Snape is really polite and easy-going. He asked me to sit down without scolding me."

Blaise: "...You are so funny."

Snape glanced at Malfoy and walked to the desk like a gust of wind.

Not surprisingly, the first thing I did was pick up the roster and start calling the names.

Malfoy: Here it comes, here it comes, here comes the famous scene.

Sure enough, Snape stopped when he called Harry's name.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, this is our new and famous character."

Snape remained expressionless, but many people could feel the sarcasm in his eyes.

That's it, transforming into the Great Onmyoji in one second, this is just the beginning, more exciting things are yet to come.

Malfoy couldn't help but smile, but Goyle and Crabbe both laughed out loud and had to cover their mouths.

Hey, hey, pay attention to your acting skills, you two are a bit exaggerated, Malfoy commented silently in his heart.

Harry's face didn't look good, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. This Snape seemed to hate me. How could I have offended him?

At this moment, he was still a little disappointed. He really didn't have the magic to make the professor disappear when his name was called. Otherwise, he would really want to try it on Snape.

Snape looked up at the class after finishing the roll call.

His eyes were cold and empty, making you think of two dark tunnels.

Snape: "You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion-making."

Malfoy: Haha, I made you laugh. Is there any chemical equation in your science? No, it’s a potion equation. I wonder if I can compare it with you.

Snape's voice was soft, but strangely, everyone in the classroom could hear what he was saying.

They felt like Professor McGonagall, a deterrent who could easily keep the classroom in order.

Snape: "Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

Malfoy: Actually, I think it's silly to put something inedible in the cauldron. Besides, it wouldn't be inappropriate to stir it with two wands.

“I don’t expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance.

You will not truly understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts and minds confused and their wills confused..."

Malfoy: I understand, I really understand that hot pot is like this and paired with Feizhai Happy Water. Oops, it really feels like it flows into the blood vessels. It’s so exciting.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death, but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

Malfoy: Yes, the teacher always says this. You are the worst class I have ever taught, and... pigs have more brains than you.

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.

I don’t know whether it was his bragging that shocked the whole class, or whether he didn’t understand what he was talking about at all.

Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.

Harry: I feel like he's talking about me.

Ron: What a coincidence, I feel the same way.

The two of them wanted to escape from the classroom on the spot.

But there were still people who understood. Hermione Granger almost moved to the edge of the chair. She leaned forward on the desk, seemingly eager to prove that she was not a fool.

Hum, I have finished previewing the magic potions and potions, thousands of magical herbs and mushrooms last night. Today is my Granger showtime.

“Potter What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?”

No one expected that Snape would turn around and make a sudden attack, speaking so fast that he seemed not to want anyone to hear what he was saying.

What grass root powder should be put into what solution?

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was.

Ron: Look at what I do, I don’t know.

Not only them, but actually everyone is quite confused.

Nothing was taught in this class, why did you start asking questions?

Professor, you can't expect us to preview in advance. If we can understand this thing in advance, shouldn't we just stay at home?

Only Hermione raised her arms high in the air, looking confident that she was bound to win.

Hermione: I know, I know, hurry up, oh, I’m so anxious

Many young wizards looked at her with admiration. At the same time, they felt a sense of loss in their hearts. Is this the world of academic masters? Sure enough, we are too scumbag.

While other students were confused about the question, Malfoy was thinking about a famous explanation from his previous life.

It seems to be saying that the narcissus here is not a real narcissus, but a lily that looks like a narcissus. The flower language is that my regret will follow you to the grave.

Lily is the name of Harry's mother Lily.

Wormwood symbolizes pain and sadness.

So what this question is trying to say is I feel a lot of remorse for your mother's death.