[HP] Being a problem student at Hogwarts

"Come in," Snape said fiercely.

Tom and Harry both pretended not to see Snape's face and walked into the potions office obediently.

"What's going on?" Snape asked, turning around and walking to the medicine cabinet, pulling out a bottle of fresh juice and throwing it to Harry.

"A special offering for the particularly fragile and easily injured Mr. Savior," he said with a smirk.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry hurriedly caught the glass bottle.

"Take it with you, Harry." Tom took a look and said, "It is said that the white juice can drive away poisonous beasts and frighten them. I don't think Professor Snape's special product has eliminated this effect."

Not just removed.

Snape gave Tom another nasty look.

Harry looked at Snape gratefully with green eyes stained with tears - Snape quickly looked away.

"You have something to say," he said impatiently.

"Potions Practical Safety Manual," Tom said. "We want to write this as part of the school-wide safety rules and regulations."

"Very ambitious." Snape commented with a chuckle - he spoke much calmer as long as he wasn't looking at Harry.

"Has it been approved by the principal?" he asked, holding his hands.

"Not yet." Tom replied, "We are thinking of making a rough draft first and then presenting it to the principal. This is much easier to implement than rashly saying that we have an idea."

"Then let's talk about it." Snape sat down, "Although I think that with some people's talents, even if the green juice of the inner bark of the elder tree is dripped into their eyes, they still won't notice anything abnormal. "[Note: According to ancient legend, applying the green juice of the inner bark of the elder tree to your eyes has the effect of "seeing through"]

"Uh... today we are here to communicate this idea with you. If you think it is feasible, we will detail it one by one and present it to you."

"Excellent." Snape said with an angry sneer. "When you submit it to the Headmaster, you have to make a feasible draft in advance. For me, you just rashly come up with an idea!"

"You are one of our own." Tom said calmly, "If you don't agree with the initial idea, there is no need to follow up. You are the first gatekeeper, and any plan will not work without you being informed first. We really don’t know what’s going on.” 7K妏婩

Snape's expression began to improve visibly.

Harry glanced at Tom secretly with admiration.

"Actually, Professor Snape, you usually pay great attention to this aspect," Tom complimented. "Every time, you ask us to copy down the detailed operation steps and take notes before allowing us to practice them. When we were brewing the potion, you also always Patrolling, putting our safety first.”

Snape couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

"So the safety manual for the Potions class is nothing more than a compilation of the details that you repeatedly emphasize. This is why we choose to come directly to your office to communicate with you about the safety manual - if we just rely on our own ideas, wouldn't it be just a trick? ? How can you think so carefully and thoughtfully?"

Snape's expression completely softened, and he even acquiesced to Tom's move to borrow pen and paper from him, and stopped criticizing their lack of preparation.

"So the first rule is to require students to understand the properties of the medicine before practicing." Snape said proactively.

"There are also protective measures." Tom added.

Snape raised his eyebrows and said, "Perhaps Mr. Know-It-All has heard of armor protection?"

"You can't expect all students to respond in time." Tom retorted.

"Can it be like the Quidditch uniform? Put a protective charm on the overalls." Harry suggested timidly.

Snape glanced at him and replied flatly: "I will apply to the Headmaster."

"Then some toxic, flammable, explosive drugs—"

Tom was interrupted by Snape mid-sentence: "Protection spell."

"Oh, that's right." Tom thought hard, "waste treatment?"

"Cleaned up."

Snape taunted, "When are you going to realize you're a wizard?"

"So the storage of medicines can also be separated by space spells?" Tom asked unhappily.

"Very good, I have begun to become a wizard."

"Then why don't we use space spells to separate them when we brew the potion?" Tom asked, "This can prevent each other from interfering with each other."

"You mainly mean to prevent Mr. Longbottom from causing a series of explosions, right?" Snape laughed, and then said: "If the space is separated, it will be difficult even if I find out whose cauldron is about to explode. Timely rescue. Protection spells are not omnipotent, who knows what those messy little fools can cook up."

"Before I became the Potions Professor, I never believed that a mere dose of scabies potion could boil a cauldron."

Tom coughed dryly, mostly embarrassed for Neville. At the same time, he was also glad that Neville and Harry had not really been asked to find Professor Snape, otherwise they would have had to cry all the way back to Gryffindor Tower.

"What about the medicine withdrawal registration?" Tom asked, "in case some students steal it and use it as a prank."

"No," Snape said calmly.

"Perhaps you still remember the list of necessary items you received before school started? [Note: The list did not mention potion ingredients, but first-year Hagrid took Harry to buy a standard dose of various potions in Diagon Alley. Medicine powder, so it is set here that students need to prepare their own standard quantities of raw materials]" Snape asked, "Since you bought the raw materials yourself, why does the school need to prepare a medicine cabinet?"

"Well... because some raw materials need to be fresh," Tom thought, "and a standard dose may not be enough for some students? It may not be successful at the first time."

"And some raw materials are not allowed for private purchase and are controlled by the Ministry of Magic." Harry said.

He noticed Tom's surprised look, shrugged and said, "I heard what Hermione said the other day. She was reading a book called Potions."

"Oh, wouldn't it be better to make a withdrawal register?" Tom asked.

"This is part of the reason. It's more about cultivating more and better Potions masters." Snape said, "Actually, many of the raw materials in the medicine cabinet are not purchased by the school, but are allocated by the Potion Masters Association and have been purchased by the Potion Masters Association." Wizards who have graduated and embarked on the path of potions masters have donated money or donated materials to fill it."

"The Potion Master is a profession that not only requires extremely high talent, but also requires a lot of practice. Wizards from poor families or from Muggle backgrounds want to become excellent magicians by relying on the limited practice opportunities in school and the standard dosage of raw materials on hand. It’s basically impossible for a pharmacist.”

"So the school's medicine cabinet deliberately does not have any registration book. Any wizard who is short of money and wants to improve on potions can secretly take it by himself and sell the finished potions. You can pay for it, you can put it back in the medicine cabinet, in short, this is what the school tacitly agrees to."

"As you can imagine, this kind of acquiescence has allowed many talented but moneyless wizards to show their talents."

Snape was silent for a moment, then added calmly: "Me, too."

Tom also fell silent.

He could understand why there was no medicine access register. Even if this rule becomes explicit, young wizards who are trapped in money are still allowed to use it freely, but they have to sign and register every time they use it. This is simply a slap in the fragile self-esteem of sensitive teenagers. One knife.

"Every wizard who has benefited from this default rule will do his best to give back after graduation, such as making donations or donating raw materials to fill the medicine cabinet, and continue to do his part for those who come after him." Snape continued said.

"Basically, there is no need to worry about other problems - wizards who are not talented enough will not waste time on brewing potions for a long time; and particularly rare, valuable or dangerous raw materials are locked in my office , I will evaluate their level based on the finished potions they put back in the medicine cabinet to determine whether they can use it."

"Did they put names on the medicine bottles?" Harry asked stupidly, and sure enough, Snape gave him another look.

"It's not like I can't recognize the style of outstanding students." Snape said with a straight face, "How many wizards do you think are talented in potions?"

"What about me?" Tom asked enthusiastically, "Do you think I have a talent for potions?"

"At least I don't feel like every minute I spend with you is a waste of time."

It was a compliment coming from Snape's mouth. So Tom happily gave Snape a wink, which made Snape frown in disgust.

"I can't think of anything else at the moment." Tom said, "How about this, when the chemical safety manual arrives, I can show it to you? As for now, I'll leave it to you to protect the protective charm of the work robe."

Snape snorted.

Tom thought that was what "good" meant.

So he happily took Harry and said goodbye to Snape.