Rebirth of the Harry Potter

When there were still ten minutes to finish class, Snape opened the door and walked in. He strode towards Neville.

Neville was sweating profusely. He looked up and glanced at the classroom in despair, waiting for the trial to come.

Neville has grown up a lot, he is no longer the cowardly and inferior chubby guy, he also stands tall in front of his classmates and other professors, especially when his parents woke up two days ago, his family became complete, he more energetic.

However, except when facing Snape.

Snape seemed to be his natural enemy, and Neville's attitude towards Snape was always fixed in the cowardly first-year look.

Snape stopped by Neville's cauldron. He looked down at the cauldron, with a terrible sarcasm on his face, as if he was saying something interesting.

"Mr. Longbottom, what is this?" Snape whispered softly.

The Slytherins on the left side of the classroom secretly looked at Neville from the corner of their eyes, listening to Snape's ridicule that Neville was the most attractive part of the classroom.

"Mediate." Neville swallowed, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck.

"The palliative is a potion that calms the mind, and its ingredients are all herbs with stable properties." Snape said ironically, "No matter how you fail, I won't be surprised, but you can brew the palliative." It can blow up the cauldron, this is the first time I have seen it in such a long time.”

There was a small roar of laughter in the classroom.

Snape turned his head with dangerous eyes: "Is it funny? Are you all that proud? Or have you already succeeded?"

"..."

Snape continued in a greasy voice, "Longbottom, tell me, do you know how to read?"

"Yes," said Neville, his hand gripping his wand tightly.

"Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Longbottom."

Snape was definitely an authority figure in the potions world, and he only had to glance at the gray residue in the cauldron to deduce which step Neville had made wrong.

Neville glanced at the operating instructions in the book, and read: "Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then... add two drops of hellebore syrup."

The more you talk, the deeper Neville's voice becomes.

He had realized that he hadn't added the hellebore syrup when the potion had boiled for seven minutes before he started following the fourth step instructions.

"Have you done everything in the third, Longbottom?" Snape said.

"No." Neville said quietly.

"I'm sorry, please say it again." Snape put his hand to his ear as if to amplify.

"No," said Neville, raising his voice, "I forgot to put in the hellebore."

Snape sneered: "So you can see the words hellebore syrup, I thought your eyeballs were eaten by tengus."

After all, Snape ignored him and started to inspect other students.

Unwillingly, Neville read the steps in the book, and muttered, "It's so strange, why didn't I see it just now?"

Snape: "..."

"If your potion is successful, there should be a faint, silvery white steam." Snape said lightly.

Everyone, you look at my crucible and I look at yours, and they all showed a common-minded smile: "(??ω??)"

Malfoy's cauldron was billowing with grayish-brown gas, Ron's was spewing green sparks, and Seamus frantically poked the tip of his wand at the flames under his cauldron because they were about to go out. Now, the red gas in the crucible is getting weaker and weaker, and the liquid in the crucible is about to cool down...

Standing on the podium, Snape watched with a blank expression on the dozens of cauldrons in the classroom emitting steam of various colors, the scene was quite spectacular.

Only Harry and Hermione's potion was normal, and it had been poured into the reagent bottle, corked and placed in front of their desk.

"Why are ours a little different?" Hermione looked closely at the two bottles.

The liquid in the bottle is light blue, with silver light spots floating in it, smelling it, the whole body feels smooth.

"What's the difference?" Harry asked.

"On the whole, it seems that yours is clearer and more transparent than mine, and mine is a little cloudy?" Hermione said hesitantly.

Harry held the jar in front of his eyes and nodded, "It's a little different."

"Why, obviously we do the same operation and complete every step together, but your quality seems to be better than mine." Hermione's spirit of research rose, and at the same time she felt a little unconvinced.

Indeed, there is no difference in the two steps.

But after thinking about it for a while, Harry understood exactly why the result was different.

"It's flames." Harry said decisively.

"Impossible." Hermione retorted immediately: "I definitely didn't make a mistake in any step of controlling the flame. Otherwise, if the temperature of the flame is wrong in any step, it will definitely fail."

"I'm not saying that you controlled the flame out of the temperature range, but that although you were very careful to keep the temperature constant, there was still a slight jump. Don't deny it."

"Each step corresponds to an optimal temperature. If you can keep the flame constant, you should be able to make a potion like mine."

Harry held out a hand and magically created a flame in the palm of his hand.

The flames emit heat, and the color slowly changes, dark blue, yellow, red...

But no matter how the color changed, the shape of the flame remained unchanged, and it remained stable.

It is more like a still painting or a sculpture than a flame.

"How did you do that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and seeing Harry actually demonstrate it to her, she understood exactly what Harry meant.

"If it wasn't for the surrounding temperature reminding me that it was a flame, I would have thought it was a crystal cylinder." Hermione couldn't help reaching out her hand, wanting to touch the flame.

Harry quickly extinguished the flames, the heat inside was no joke.

Hermione also used magic to conjure a flame. This time she focused more on controlling the flame, but under her observation, it was impossible for the flame to produce Harry's effect. It was always moving, and after a while, her head flicked Hurt, end the fire magic.

"Why is there such a big difference?" Hermione said disappointedly.

Harry said: "It should be due to the strength of mental power. My mental power is far stronger than yours. It is easy to control the flames. Although magic in the wizarding world is ever-changing, no one has studied the influence of mental power on magic. Maybe in the future You can specialize in that.”

"Then how to make the mental power stronger?" Hermione asked diligently.

"Spiritual power is actually the power of the soul. Generally, it will become stronger with age. After reaching a certain age, the soul will no longer become stronger, and then it will slowly shrink."

"Is this the only way?" Hermione was rather regretful: "This is too slow, I can't wait at all."

"Is there some kind of potion that can greatly strengthen the soul?" Hermione thought.

"Don't make any foolish plans." Harry said suddenly sternly, seeing that Hermione just said it casually, his face slowly eased: "There are indeed several banned potions that can improve the soul, but the results are simply unbearable Yes, either the soul light is almost extinguished afterwards or the life span is only a few days."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I know, I drink that kind of medicine when I'm bored, aren't we chatting, it's okay to just talk about it."

Harry said: "Actually, the potion made of the Philosopher's Stone that I let you drink not only keeps the body young, but also nourishes the soul, but the effect is not obvious, and it will take a long time to see the effect."

Harry didn't know what to think of, his brows were frowned, he was a little puzzled and a little bit happy: "Maybe there is a way to make the soul stronger, and there is absolutely no side effect. But I just doubt the feasibility."

"How?" Hermione asked curiously.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Harry's mouth, and he said close to Hermione's ear: "I remembered one thing, once I was in close contact with Helena (note, referring to kissing), it seemed that her soul had changed, but I didn't pay much attention to it, so I'm not sure."

"Why don't we try? I use magic to let our souls leave our bodies, and then... ahem, I've already thought of a name for this unique method, it's called... soul intercourse... What do you think, Hermione? "

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There was a black line on Hermione's forehead, and she clenched her fists so tightly that she could hear the clicking sound.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Hermione really wanted to blow Harry's head off.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Harry, I thought I knew you enough every time, but you broke my bottom line every time, you can think of such a thing, soul...fuck you big head ghost. "

"Well, it's fine if you don't want to. You think everyone is willing to be a pioneer like me and dedicate themselves to scientific research." Harry said with a righteous face.

Hermione: "..."

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