"Very good, no one is late." Snape calmly put the roll call sheet back on the desk.
To the young wizards, his gloomy temperament and low voice like a whisper made the temperature in the already cold Potions classroom drop a few degrees.
"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of preparing potions." His final voice was always drawn out, like a snake squatting in the dark, ready to devour anyone at any time.
The little wizards are always on edge.
Although his voice was only slightly higher than a whisper, everyone still heard every word he said.
"Since there's no silly waving of magic wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrant aromas wafting out.
"
Snape must have fallen in love with Potions. When he said this, he didn't even realize that his voice had become lighter, and it even briefly dispelled the lingering gloom in him.
"You don't really understand the wonderful magic of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts dizzy and blurs their will. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not
Just the kind of stupid fool I often meet."
Snape walked in the aisle and chanted, while Gretel recited it silently in his heart. After all, which Harry's world traveler could not be moved by the love of a tragic middle-aged man.
The confession about potions in the Potions class can be said to be one of the few highlight moments of the school. Gretel has long memorized this line of his, and it is not too much to say that he knows it by heart.
Some people speculate that Snape's confession about Potions in front of Harry was not only about Potions, but also about remembering his past youth.
But from now on, every one of his students should have heard this confession about potions. This is the rare romance of Snape, the master of potions and the half-blood prince.
Lily was the white moonlight that he never got, and the potion science he had been immersed in for most of his life had already turned into a cinnabar mole on his heart.
When everyone was still speechless, the old bat suddenly pointed his gun at Gretel.
"So, Mr. McGregor." Snape stopped next to Gretel and looked directly at the child in front of him who was valued by Dumbledore. "What will you get if you add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?
"
"???" Gretel was confused. He was not the savior. Why was this old Slytherin snake trying to target him?
Although he was doubtful, he still stood up keenly in order to be sprayed with venom by the old poisonous snake, "Water of Life and Death, take a very powerful sleeping pill, Professor."
Snape was not surprised and continued to ask: "If you need a piece of bezoar, how do you find it?"
Grete cursed in his heart, of course it is a potion shop. Do you think I have to cut open a cow myself and then look for it in its bloody stomach?
Of course, if he responded like this, Snape would definitely not mind giving Ravenclaw a slap in the face in the first period of school.
"The stomach of cows has a strong detoxification effect."
"Very good. It seems that our Mr. Gretel has reviewed his homework very well before the start of school. So, Aconitum scapulae..." Snape's attitude softened slightly. He never minded geniuses receiving special treatment, but
I simply hate the idea of so-called geniuses tarnishing the halls of potions.
Gretel has always been indifferent to assessments. Studying hard has always been the most important part of his life plan.
Regardless of whether it is a subject he likes or dislikes, he will work hard 120% as long as necessary, not to mention that in the wizarding world, potions itself has a unique status.
He just felt that there must be a reason for this unprovoked targeting, and it must have something to do with a certain centenarian old man. Gretel just wanted to get out of school quickly so that he could go to the principal's office on the eighth floor.
Snape's questions did not last long, and the knowledge points involved did not exceed the range that a first-year wizard could understand. Naturally, Gretel was able to answer all the questions fluently.
"That's a good answer, Mr. Gretel, one point for Ravenclaw." After making things difficult for so long, Snape had to temporarily agree with Dumbledore's opinion.
Gretel's performance not only temporarily conquered Snape, but also conquered the little badgers and eaglets who were in the class together. However, it was obvious that the venomous snake that did not make things difficult for Gretel would not be able to swallow its own venom.
"What about the others? Have you memorized everything I just asked with your troll-like brain?"
Snape glanced sharply at the entire classroom. With the rustling of quills, the entire classroom fell into a strange silence, leaving only Gretel and him staring at each other with big eyes.
Swallowing his sleeves and walking onto the podium, Snape took out his wand and knocked on the blackboard, "Pick up your troll-like brains. You can memorize those things after class. Now show me the blackboard."
With the tapping of the wand, a simple magic potion to treat scabies appeared on the blackboard, along with its operating procedures and precautions.
"Potions is a delicate subject. It doesn't require you to wiggle your wand foolishly. It only requires you to strictly abide by its procedures and operate every step carefully. A one hundredth ounce error can destroy you.
A pot of carefully prepared ingredients.
Therefore, there is no secret to the subject of Potions. All you have to do is learn from failures again and again to avoid making mistakes next time.
Every potions master is a winner who has risen from countless failures. Potions does not tolerate any cleverness, especially Ravenclaw, who thinks he represents wisdom. In my teaching over the years,
It is your college that has the most problems.
Therefore, I don’t want you to give me some unexpected ‘surprises’ in the first class. I should strictly follow the steps on the blackboard and don’t have that kind of inexplicable ‘inspiration’ appear.”
Gretel felt that Snape's sinister demeanor was probably directed at him. After all, the old viper must avenge himself.
But who is afraid of whom? He is not a vegetarian.
Just like the chemistry experiment in the previous life, the best combination is to work in pairs.
Gretel's companion is Terry Boot, who was the first to be assigned to Ravenclaw in this class and is also his roommate.
"Hey, Mike, you were really cool just now. You didn't memorize all of "Thousands of Magic Herbs and Mushrooms", did you?" Terry Butt praised while grinding the snake's fangs.
"Terry, the teeth must be ground thoroughly. The more ground they are, the better the medicine will be." Grete replied while handling the dried nettles, "You know, I come from the Muggle world. Before school started, the textbook was I Understand the Magical World.
The only way.”
Terry planned to continue to say something, but Snape had already leaned over, so he had to lower his head and handle the potion ingredients in his hand.
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"Successfully made a qualified scabies treatment potion, Potions 1." As the potion was filled and sealed, a reminder flashed in Gretel's eyes.
This was the reason why he was not afraid of Snape making things difficult for him. After all, he was a time traveler who studied under the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect.
Although his panel does not have the function of adding points, as long as it is a skill that can be recognized and recorded by the panel, in his hands, he can only learn it if it cannot be recorded on the panel, and it will still fail if he does not use the panel.
There is no way to learn Potions. Long before he reported to Hogwarts, he had prepared a lot of potions for daily use and left the potions at the orphanage for Mrs. Swann's emergency use.