Rebirth of the Harry Potter

"Quiet." Snape said coldly after closing the classroom door.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all, because the whole class fell silent when they heard the door closed, and all small movements stopped.

Professor Snape seemed to be in a fit of anger, and whoever dared to make a sound at this time would be hitting the muzzle of the gun with his eyes open.

In fact, when Snape called out "quiet", he didn't really want to clean up the class, he hoped that someone who didn't know what to do would just make a little noise, and he would have a reason to vent his anger.

However he was disappointed.

Snape walked towards the podium, only the sound of his footsteps could be heard in the classroom, he looked at everyone, and said with a cold face: "Before class, I think I need to remind you that next June, you will take part in an important The exam is over, and in that exam you will prove how much knowledge you have learned about potion preparation and use."

"Although there are a few people in this class who are really mentally retarded, I also hope that you can barely 'pass' the .Ls exam, otherwise I will be... very angry."

This time, his eyes were focused on the faces of Neville Ron Simo and the others, causing them to gasp in fright.

Snape's tone suddenly changed, and he said with a half-smile: "Of course, after this year, many of you will not have the opportunity to take my class again, because many of you feel that passing the .Ls potion Exams are worth cheering for. There will be no more pursuits. It’s okay. It’s a wise person’s way to retreat. Next year, I will only select the best students to enter my Potions class. Even if I want to There is no chance at all.”

Although it was full of irony, as soon as the words fell, there was a sigh of relief in the class.

Everyone's voice was: Hey, that's great, Merlin, I'm finally saying goodbye to Potions class. .Ls? What's wrong with me, I still want to find Snape to be tortured.

Snape looked at the unconcealable smiles on the faces of most of the people in the class. His face was gloomy, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Made..."

Snape suddenly laughed, of course it was the kind of smiling tiger with a cold poisonous snake, he squinted his eyes and scanned the class: "We need to persist for another year before the happy moment of farewell comes, and it's just a short year ..."

At this moment, Snape made up his mind that this year, he would let them suffer for five years.

The students in the class suddenly shivered in unison.

Snape said, "Well,

Classes begin. Today, we are going to concoct a potion that often appears in the ordinary wizarding exams: pacifier, which is used to calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Caution: If the ingredients are placed carelessly, it will put the user into a deadly and sometimes irreversible lethargy..."

Hermione was in high spirits when it came to class, with a look of rapt attention on her face.

Harry didn't even look at the ingredients and preparation methods that appeared on the blackboard when Snape waved his wand, but took out a book "Advanced Potion Making" and observed it carefully.

This book is not the book that will be used this school year.

Every page of the textbook is filled with dense text notes, and the ingredients of some medicines were crossed out by the owner of the book on his own initiative.

If some potions experts saw it, they might think it was children's scribbles without even looking at it, because the production of these potions would fail if the process was slightly changed, let alone such drastic changes.

Noticing that Snape was looking at him, Harry gave Snape a Lockhart smile, turning the book upright to cover his handsome face.

At the bottom of the back of the book, there are a few small words: "This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince"

Arrogant, very arrogant.

Snape was so angry that he knew that Harry definitely provoked him on purpose, but there was nothing he could do, because if he punished Harry for not paying attention to the class, Harry would definitely look naive Make a perfect palliative, and then ask weakly, respected Professor Snape, I have already learned it, so there is no problem with some more advanced knowledge of potions, and he will be the one who can't step down by then. Fortunately, Harry didn't know that he kept the book, otherwise Harry would be so complacent. Using his knowledge to solve the problems he assigned is the most disgusting thing.

Unfortunately, Snape thought Harry had made him think so.

Snape thought that the identity of the Half-Blood Prince was definitely a secret that no one could discover, but Harry knew it all the time.

Snape couldn't see for nothing, so he simply stopped looking at Harry, otherwise he would panic

"The required potions are in the storage cabinet. You have an hour and a half. Go ahead and hand in your finished products when class is over. I'll give you grades." After finishing speaking, Snape left the dungeon directly.

There was a buzz in the classroom.

"How did Professor Snape go?"

"That's not better, hurry up, which boss can do it, teach me."

"Know how to make a head, who is not the first time. And my cauldron is not hot yet, let me teach you."

Hermione fetched two potions from the cupboard, one for Harry.

The potion of palliative is not very difficult, but its steps are very complicated, but the book is very detailed. If you can strictly follow the steps in the book, 90% of it will be successful.

However, everyone knows this, but it should fail or fail, because if you don't pay attention, you will forget or take a wrong step.

Everyone raised a flame under the cauldron with their wands, and then added the pre-measured quantities of potions into the cauldron in strict order.

What needs to be mentioned is that in July this year, the Ministry of Magic issued a legal article "Regarding the Implementation of the Innovation and Replacement of Certain Instruments in the Magic Potion Industry", officially endorsed, requiring the field of potions to gradually learn from Muggles, first of all, the use of tools Change.

The old-fashioned bronze, silver, and gold balances are now almost gone in Diagon Alley, replaced by electronic analytical balances used in the Muggle world's chemistry laboratories.

The measuring range is precise, easy to use, and improves the efficiency of pharmacy.

When the students weighed the potion just now, they used Muggle technology products.

I have to say, the scene was pretty weird.

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Every time an ingredient is added, the mixture must be stirred for a specified number of times, no more and no less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise, until the changes described in the book appear in the crucible, and then quickly proceed to the next step, a few seconds earlier Or a few seconds slower and there may be mistakes.

After the crucible boils, the temperature of the flame must be precisely controlled by magic within a certain range, neither high nor low, and maintained for a long period of time before the last ingredient can be added.

Many students make mistakes a few times in the early stages, and then they quickly clean the crucible with 'clean up' and start over.

When they found that the remaining time was not enough to support them to start from scratch, they could only grit their teeth and continue, no matter what it came out of, they had something to hand over first.

"Hey, Malfoy, you need to add ten grams of Silvermoon hay powder, but I see that you poured in a hundred grams in your small pile."

"How...how is it possible, you must have misread it, so keep fighting."

"Thomas, why did you jump to the seventh step suddenly, didn't we just go to the fifth step, didn't you see the sixth step?"

"Hehe, nonsense, the book is wrong, there is an extra step in the book, believe me, it is absolutely right."

"Okay, okay..."

Harry and Hermione were the two exceptions, one with a relaxed expression and the other with a serious expression, and proceeded without making any mistakes.

At fifty minutes, they stopped.

In the crucible in front of them, there is a uniform concentration of potion emitting a little silver light, which is slowly rotating, like a shrinking Milky Way.

Needless to say, everyone understood that they succeeded.

It was sour in their hearts, they lamented silently: the lemon fruit is on the lemon tree, and there is only me under the lemon tree.

After a while, what drew Snape in was an explosion.

The Neville cauldron is frying again and again.

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