Harry Potter’s Strongest Senior

Sean finally decided to agree to the invitation of the Ouroboros Wizards Association. Since there are all outstanding pure-blood wizards from all grades there, maybe some senior students can ask them about magic.

On the third day after enrolling, I finally got to Snape's Potions class. Slytherin and Gryffindor were in this class together. There were more than twenty cauldrons in the classroom, and Sean's cauldron was the same. Compared with the ones of the Wei family brothers, they are just as dilapidated.

Snape came in with a slam through the door, and walked briskly to the podium, talking as he went.

"This class doesn't require you to flick your wands or say incantations, so I don't think many of you will appreciate the profound science and delicate craft of making potions."

Snape looked at Sean and continued, "However, for those very few who really have intentions, I can teach you how to confuse your mind and confuse your senses. I will teach you how to win fame and brew brilliance."

"In this classroom, some people have already possessed outstanding abilities and famous names. Sean Grylls, I don't know if you are interested in Potions class?"

"Professor Snape, I'm very interested in making potions." Sean replied.

"Well then, I ask you, what happens when you add daffodil root powder to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked.

Sean was a little confused, would this also ask him? I remember that Snape asked Harry these questions because Harry didn't pay attention to the lecture, but buried himself in taking notes, which made Snape feel uncomfortable.

But Sean was sitting upright now, looking at Snape seriously. He didn't expect to be asked by him, but fortunately he knew the answer.

"It can be made into a potion of living hell."

"If I want a dung stone, where do I get it?" Snape asked next.

"In the stomach of the goat, it has a powerful detoxifying effect."

Snape paused and continued to ask, "What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the chamaejasma aconitum?"

"There is no difference, they are the same plant, collectively called aconitum."

Snape nodded, turned and walked onto the podium, turning his back to the students.

"If you can learn from Xiao En, you won't be so stupid that you can't even take notes."

The students below opened their notebooks in unison, and wrote down the three questions and answers that Snape asked just now.

In fact, Sean can answer these three questions even if he has forgotten the answers in the movie. It is not difficult. The first grade textbook, "Magic Potions and Potions" by Arseni Giger contains these contents , after all, this is a question that Hermione can answer.

The reason why Sean didn't add potions to the six tests a month later was not because he didn't know how to do it. He memorized everything in the book, but he didn't practice it. Making potions is not just about memorizing The recipe will do.

"Today I will teach you how to make scabies cure potion. Turn to the third page of the textbook."

Sean opened the textbook, but he didn't read the content. He still remembered the formula of this potion.

"Dried nettles and ground snake teeth are thrown into a large cauldron and stewed together. After the fire is turned off, add porcupine quills and steamed tentacled slugs."

"Note that if porcupine quills are added while the cauldron is still burning, the concoction will dissolve the cauldron, giving off a sour green smoke and a high-pitched hissing sound. The spilled concoction is caustic and will There will be dense red and swollen boils on the body, and I don't want to send any of you to the school infirmary." Snape said.

Sean carefully stood in front of the cauldron, he didn't want to get a rash and stay in the school doctor's office for two days.

What Sean himself didn't expect was that he was also quite talented in making potions, and he followed the production process step by step in an orderly manner, and there was not a single procedure that went wrong.

"Very good, five points for Slytherin." Snape was very satisfied with Sean's performance.

The twins of the Wei family whispered beside them,

"Slytherin has smart people. It's so unfair. This year's House Cup seems to belong to Slytherin."

After hearing this, Sean thought to himself, "In two years, your college will have a smart ghost."

So far, Sean has taken seven of the eight courses in the first-year course. Except for the astronomy class where he honestly copied "Black Magic: A Guide to Self-Defense", Sean's performance in the other six courses has aroused the professor's attention. Appreciation or anger.

There is only the flight class after 3:30 tomorrow afternoon. After taking this class, Sean has completed the first-year course experience. If he can also get the professor's appreciation in the flight class, then Sean may consider joining Slater Lin's Quidditch team.

After surviving potions class, charms class on Thursday morning, and herbal medicine class in the afternoon, the students of Slytherin and Hufflepuff came to the outdoor flying class venue excitedly.

"Good afternoon, students," said Mrs. Hooch.

"good afternoon."

"Now let's start the first flying lesson of this semester. What are you waiting for, stand on the left side of the broom."

Mrs. Hooch had prepared twenty-nine brooms in advance. There were nineteen Hufflepuff students and ten Slytherins.

"Put your right hand on the broom and say 'get up', with a little emotion, a little more emotion," Mrs. Hooch said.

This process does not require the construction of a magic framework. The most important thing is the spiritual power in the three elements of magic, which needs to make the magic broom feel the call of the user.

Standing opposite Sean was Cedric. He smiled at Cedric in a friendly manner, then focused his palms on the broom, stared at it and said, "Get up."

The broom was very obedient and flew into the palm of Sean's hand once. Sean held it with satisfaction, thinking that he was not bad at Quidditch.

Cedric was next, the second to hold the broom, followed by Chrissy, Cassius, Graham, Sean remembered that Cedric was a good Quidditch player and later became Hufflepuff captain.

Cassius and Graham also passed the Slytherin Quidditch selection as Seekers.

After a while, Mrs. Hooch continued to speak when she saw that all the students had grabbed the brooms.

"Now grab the broomstick and ride on it. Hold on tightly and don't slip off. When I blow the whistle, each of you will kick off the ground and take off. After you take off, stabilize the broom first, and hover for a while while maintaining the height. Lean forward a little and return to the ground."

"Okay, listen to my whistle now, the Hufflepuffs come first." Mrs. Hooch counted to three and then blew the whistle.

The Hufflepuff students stepped onto the broom neatly with their right legs. At this time, their feet were still touching the ground. Cedric kicked hard on the ground, and the broom lifted him up by about 1.5 meters. The classmates were also suspended in the air one by one.

Mrs. Hooch nodded, "Okay, you can come down now, remember to lean forward a little."

The Hufflepuffs fell back to the ground safely, and it was the turn of the Slytherins next. Most of the Hufflepuffs turned their attention to Sean, because he was so famous in the first year.

"One, two, three, up." Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle again.

Sean stepped on the broom quickly, and then kicked it confidently. I don't know if he pushed too hard, but his broom lifted him about three meters.