Rebirth of HP

Draco originally planned to make potions with Harry, but just as he stood beside the cauldron that Harry had set up, he was startled by the soft voice of the Snake King: "Mr. Malfoy... I have to remind You, making potions with a classmate who can already brew softening potions won't do your potion grades any good."

"Professor..." Draco was also trembling slightly.

"Professor, I think Draco would prefer to make potions with Blaise and Pansy." Harry asked to help Draco find the best choice.

"Then, Mr. Malfoy, please don't make such a puzzling move." The Snake King said, "Ah, Mr. Malfoy, for you to have such a move, please copy the "Slytherin Code of Conduct" 20 times. "

This time, Draco gave Harry a sad look, and sat down with two other friends at a nice cauldron.In the classroom, the small animals consciously formed groups of three or two according to their friendliness. Only Harry stood alone in front of the cauldron.

And Professor Snape glanced at the other students in the classroom, frowned, and said softly: "Harry Potter, move your workbench here, immediately!"

Hearing this, Harry couldn't help frowning, then looked at the students around him, and couldn't help but suddenly realized that Neville, Ron and Seamus were not far away from him.So, he took out his wand and easily used a Levitation Charm, moving the entire workbench to the place designated by the professor.Then take out the slug with tentacles and start cooking. While paying attention to the color of the slug, the fangs of the snake are manually mashed, and the fangs are processed into fine particles.At this time, Harry took out the dried nettles, and instead of putting them directly into the crucible as the book said, he soaked the nettles in clean water, cut them into 1 cm lengths with a knife, and then baked them.At this time, the slugs have been cooked to a bright yellow color, and the slugs are removed from the fire.Harry put clean water in the crucible, poured in the fang fine particles, stirred it clockwise for 3 laps, and left it there to cook.The nettles were baked to a very flaky state by this time, and Harry carefully stopped the roasting and added the slugs when the cauldron began to boil, stirring counterclockwise 4 times, adding the nettles immediately, and putting them on the fire to cook while he I started to grind the porcupine quills finely until it became a powder, and then when the crucible started to emit white smoke, I opened the crucible, controlled the fire to be extinguished slowly, and at the same time used magic to control the stirring rod to slowly stir clockwise in the pot , Stop stirring the moment the fire goes out, and evenly sprinkle the porcupine quill powder into the crucible.

The place Snape assigned him was at the front of the classroom, right next to the podium, and Harry was almost facing the entire classroom while completing the potion making process.In the eyes of many students, the whole production process of Harry is like flowing water, quite elegant and calm, watching him make potions is like watching a performance, which is pleasing to the eye.When he was already standing by the cauldron waiting for the potion to cool down, even Draco's team hadn't finished steaming the slugs according to the steps in the book, let alone the others.

Five minutes later, Harry had bottled the scabies potion.

"Professor, I'm done." Harry announced that it was done.

"Slythering 20 points. Mr. Potter, I think you can write a thesis about your unique way of making potions." Although Snape praised Harry for shortening the potion making time by twice, but He also knew that Harry was a master of Potions at about the same level as himself, so it was not surprising that he could do this, but he really wanted to know Harry's analysis of the production process.

"Yes, Professor." Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at Harry who had started tidying up the workbench neatly, how did he do it?

"Mr. Potter, you can start doing your homework now." Snape even started to pack a few more cans of Harry's work, preparing to study the properties of the medicine.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry took out his beautiful Thestral quill and began to write his paper.

And Professor Snape seemed to be very interested in Harry's thesis, wandering around him.

"Mr. Potter, I agree with you to cut the nettles into small pieces, but why do you soak the nettles in clean water before cutting them, and why do you need to bake them after cutting?" Snape asked suddenly, all the small animals They were all astonished.

"Professor, dried nettles are too brittle, and it's easy to get powder everywhere when you cut them. Don't you think it's not aristocratic?" Harry smiled half-jokingly, and many little snakes began to admire secretly— — Potter, you are indeed a born nobleman.But Harry glanced at the professor, and while writing on the parchment, continued with a serious tone, "Of course, that's only one of the reasons, the main reason is that the nettles will inevitably enter the granular state during the drying process." Impurities, I noticed an interesting problem, that is, in the original production method, it needs to be stirred counterclockwise for 12 circles before adding nettles, as far as I know, the magic power formed by counterclockwise stirring is very powerful..."

Harry explained while writing, making the little animals stupefied.

"Oh, ten points for Slytherin, Mr. Potter, maybe you can come to my office more often in the future." Snape confessed.

"Yes, Professor." Harry looked up at the Potions Professor, then smiled, and continued to write his thesis, "Ah, Professor, there seems to be something wrong with the cauldron over there." Suddenly, Harry looked up inadvertently. Neville, Seamus and Ron saw acid green smoke coming out of their cauldrons and told Snape right away - better points than injuries, no?

"Damn it!" Snape rushed over, waving his wand at the beginning of the loud hiss, "Clean it up!" After the crisis was resolved, Harry heard the Lord Snake King start spraying with a silky voice. Venom, "20 points from Gryffindor! Three!" Harry saw Draco wink at Blaise, and then continued to listen to Snape using his superb language skills, "What's wrong? Hmm Upright Gryffindors, have the things around your necks become decorations?! Even if they are all stuffed with achnatherum splendens, at least use your upright eyes to read the words on the blackboard?! Or, you Already even the instinct to read has completely disappeared?! Three gentlemen, I don't expect you all to be as talented as Potter, but I hope you don't let your poor Potions professor show up as one of the strong murderers' saviors 'Illusion! Oh, yes, because your reckless behavior frightened your poor Potions professor, unfortunately, another 30 points will be deducted from the upright Gryffindor..." Seeing that Ron was excited by this last sentence Exhaled dissatisfied, Snape answered without hesitation, "Three!"

Partiality gets what the truth deserves!Gryffindor was deducted 190 points in the first class.Harry shook his head helplessly, and speeded up the cursive writing in his hand. He knew that if he spoke now, the professor would probably punish him even harder.

In all fairness, Harry didn't hate Ron. After all, he was also at fault for giving Ginny an unfulfillable dream, even though he always regarded that girl as his sister.However, there is no clear rejection, which is wrong in itself.Although Draco had analyzed Ron's mentality for him at that time, and all pointed to the bad side, Harry never killed Ron.In the last life, Harry just knocked out the youngest son of the Weasley family in the end.Harry always remembers the sincerity of the red-haired boy at the beginning.However, that didn't mean he'd want anything more than a normal schoolmate relationship with Ron.Now he has Sev, Draco, and Blaise, doesn't he?

Moreover, an overly old and gloomy self no longer has the possibility of becoming friends with a simple boy whose values ​​​​are either black or white, isn't it?

But for his man's little hostility towards the red-haired boy, he believed that as long as Ron didn't come to provoke him, let him vent it once or twice, it would be fine.He secretly looked up at the man not far away, the man he loved deeply, he knew that the man was more to vent his fear.

The new Gryffindors were terrified to speak when they experienced the snake leader's language art for the first time.The Slytherins began to flirt, they had fully understood the mood of the headmaster - it seemed that their headmaster didn't like that first-year Weasley very much.

So, everyone continued to make potions until the class was over. The Slytherins all submitted works that were considered acceptable, but Gryffindor only submitted a few works that were barely passable, which made Harry Sorry for Godric.

"Homework: Discuss the making and use of scabies potion, 12 inches of parchment for each person except Mr. Potter." Lord Snake King assigned the homework.Harry began to pack his papers and prepare for get out of class.

"Finished, Mr. Potter?" Snape watched as his little one was rolling the parchment.

"Professor, I still need to go to the library to check some accurate data." Harry felt a little headache. Although he could summon the books in the library at will without being known by Mrs. Pince, he couldn't remember the names of a few books. up.

"Of course, Mr Potter," said Snape, "looking forward to your homework."

Harry smiled, and left with Draco and Blaise.

At the dinner table all the critters looked at Harry in awe, having heard that Snape had said in Potions class that Harry was a genius.

You know, there are not many students who meet the professor's requirements, and even fewer students can make him praise geniuses.

"Severus, you shouldn't be busy at night. Come to my office. This year's new candy from the Duke of Bee is delicious. I like licorice sticks." Dumbledore said to the former double agent.

Snape just nodded blankly.