Chapter 593 "Advanced Potion Making"

In Potion class, students stopped their hands and their eyes were gathered between Harry and Snape.

"What are you doing, Potter?"

"I, I'm looking at the steps." Harry stammered.

"What's on your hand? Give it to me!"

Harry showed a clear rejection, and his hands holding the parchment subconsciously hid behind him, but Snape walked over and took it away. He began to read the text on it.

Harry was so angry that he was itchy. He did not make any mistakes. He didn't stir the crucible like Crabb and Gole, which seriously violated classroom discipline. Why should he cause trouble for him?

Soon, Snape's expression became suspicious. He moved between the parchment and Harry, and looked at him with a very uncomfortable look, and he subconsciously used brain closure surgery.

A sarcastic smile pulled from the corner of Snape's mouth.

Harry felt a sense of comfort for no reason... He actually began to look forward to Snape asking him for trouble and asked him where these things came from so that he could say, 'I got some help from Professor Heip and the mixed-race prince, and honestly, I think they taught better.'

He didn't care that Snape had published many papers on the new material, larvae mucus, some time ago. At that time, newspapers commented that he was "only one recommender" from the Merlin Medal. He only knew that he and Snape hated each other. Every time this hatred weakened slightly, Snape had a way to push Harry's disgust to a new high with one or two words, or even one or two eyes.

But Snape ignored Harry.

He walked around to the other side and reached out to take away the textbook on the table. Ron and Neville moaned faintly from their throats, as if they were strangled, but Harry shook his head at them, and they immediately felt relieved.

Hermione snorted from her nose.

Snape flipped through the textbook, but it was just a very ordinary textbook, except that he searched two pages of parchment from it. Harry knew that it recorded the simplified operation steps of the tempering agent and the reinforcement because it was stuffed in by himself.

Snape read very seriously, and only the "cuckoo" sound of a crucible boiling sound was left in the classroom. Soon white steam began to fill the room, but the students in class seemed to have forgotten to take care of their homework and stared at this side intently.

Snape put down the parchment paper, and his hooked nose loomed in the steam.

"I underestimated you, Potter," he said calmly. "Obviously, you have once again obtained something that is not yours with your unexpected fame. Maybe I should go through the list of members of the Harry Potter Worshipers Club, and the name on it may surprise me."

"This is very interesting, I'll see it." Harry said gritting his teeth, and he couldn't help thinking: Ask where the above thing comes from, he can't wait...

"You should call me 'sir', or 'professor'." Snape said coldly, turning around and penetrating layers of blurred mist and returning to the podium. "Harry Potter, tampering with textbooks, illegally operating, and contradicting the teacher, how many points should I deduct for you?"

Although he couldn't see the look, Harry could still feel a malicious look on him.

Gryffindor students glared at Snape.

"I thought normal professors would reward whimsical ideas that comply with norms!" A voice pinching his throat echoed in the fog.

"Who!" Snape shouted angrily, but the voice disappeared. He waved his sleeves, the window suddenly opened, and the white pearl mist in the classroom was drained in the blink of an eye, and the students below looked at him blankly. Harry noticed that Semo quietly took his hand away from his throat, and he could be sure that there must be a magic wand hidden in the wide robe.

"No one admits it? Hum?" Snape said slowly, and the students were immediately frightened. It was obvious that Snape was quite satisfied with the atmosphere in the class. He pulled out a note from somewhere, spread it out and slowly picked up the quill on the podium, and drank it ink:

"Let me think, Gryffindor deducts five per person—"

"Wait!" Harry shouted, he felt he had to do something. Snape stopped in cooperation, his eyes showing his sophistication and cunning as the hunter drove away his prey, which made Harry know that all his struggles were useless. At this time, a flash of inspiration in Harry's mind, and Professor Hayp's memory jumped out when he took out the set of textbooks. Harry shouted loudly: "You can't deny this method unless you want to deny yourself-"

As soon as he said that, Harry and Snape were stunned.

Hermione was also stunned. She thought of something, inhaled gently, and looked at Snape incredibly.

"Shut up, Potter," said Snape. "Sit down—and you, I want to see what you can hand in this class!" He stopped paying attention to Harry, but walked around the classroom, pointing out students' mistakes one by one.

Harry sat down dizzyly and stared at his cauldron in a daze.

"You really have, Harry!" Ron said from the side, "We have to hold on tight, there is not much time left, huh? I felt that I was so slim before, but now it's just right."

Harry didn't listen much to the afternoon class, and Sirius asked him what was wrong. He was discomfortable with his stomach. In the evening, he and Ron and Hermione were doing homework in the library. Ron was extremely efficient today, finishing his homework an hour earlier than Harry.

He even had the extra effort to read the fifth-grade teaching materials for Potions given by Professor Happ.

"What a pity, I can only see the words written by Professor Haypu. Another person's handwriting was too sloppy." Ron couldn't help but mumble, his eyes almost put on the pages, staring at the dark ink stains.

Hermione's attitude is very complicated. Her approach is to help organize her notes, but she will never do it according to the above content.

"Hermione, Snape's lectures were all wrong in class." Ron pointed out the steps in the textbook to her.

"That's the mistake of the textbook," Hermione said calmly.

"Well-what did you say?"

"If you listen carefully, you will find that Snape will show the ingredients and preparation methods on the blackboard every time. You won't think the things above are exactly the same as the textbook, right?"

Ron stared at her in a daze, and even Harry, who was a little depressed, stared at her.

Hermione sighed, "Harry, you can't just listen halfway. Although Professor Hepp hinted that Professor Snape was a mixed-race prince, he also said that Snape taught the orthodox method—"

"Wait!" Ron roared, "Half-blood prince? Who? You said Snape? He?" He stared at Harry and Hermione's faces and successfully obtained some kind of evidence. "You... all know? When did it happen? Why don't I know?"

He threw out a series of questions in one breath, but neither Harry nor Hermione answered him. Harry was depressed and didn't want to answer, but Hermione was quickly packing up her things, putting parchment paper, ink bottles, and textbooks into her schoolbag, zipping it up, and stood up quickly.

"Where are you going?" Ron shouted.

"Of course I'm running away quickly. Please remind me that Mrs. Pins will appear in about ten seconds." She slipped away quickly.

Harry and Ron were stunned for a few seconds, shouted together, and packed up quickly. Sure enough, after a few seconds, the sinister face of the librarian Mrs. Pins appeared, full of anger.

"Screaming in the library! What is that? Doodle in the book? Serious blasphemy! Despicable behavior-"

"This is my book!" Harry shouted, snatching the potion textbook from her, running out of the library with all kinds of things, followed by a flying feather duster, and both Ron was hit by a few strokes.

"It's so bad, can't Hermione tell us in advance?" Ron rubbed the back of his head in anger, "It's all swollen."

When she returned to the lounge, Hermione was sitting and reading gracefully.

Ron immediately became angry and kept scolding her, which made Hermione's eyebrows twitch. Although Harry also complained, he had other things, so he used the ear plug to listen to the curse, interrupted Ron and asked, "Hermione, have you thought about the prophecy of Ferenze and Luna recently?"

"You're still struggling with this matter," said Hermione, as if she had forgotten about it.

"Merlin's beard," Ron said excitedly, immediately forgetting his attitude just now, as if the person who scolded Hermione before was not him. "That's a prophecy pointing to the Deathly Hallows, and we can even use it as evidence of the real existence of the Deathly Hallows!"

"Maybe." Hermione said lightly: "Remember the result of our last discussion? The old wand may be real, but the resurrection stone and the invisible cloak-"

"Harry's Invisible Cloak is probably one of them," Ron said, all of these possibilities they discussed.

"Okay, I don't want to fight with you," said Hermione, "but the resurrection stone." She said firmly: "It is impossible that such things are at most, at most, some counterfeit products that deceive the world and steal the reputation. Their effects are greatly reduced, and they may even be evil weapons, which can only be used to control the army of Yin corpses or something."

Harry and Ron stared at her. They were also used to these principles, but unfortunately, they were just like before and could not provide any evidence of refutation. So for now, they could only listen to Hermione repeat it again.

"First, in the fairy tale of the legend of the Three Brothers, the Resurrection Stone cannot be resurrected. Remember, the dick who got the Resurrection Stone finally committed suicide; secondly, all existing magic theories do not support resurrection from the dead. At most, there are some similar alternatives, such as ghosts, magic portraits, memory of classroom seven, and even..." Hermione gestated, and Harry and Ron knew that she wanted to talk about the Horcrux.

"...It's just forcibly pulling a wisp of soul in the world and lingering in the air."

"The time converter can barely count?" Harry asked softly.

"But it absolutely cannot support a decisive dead person to return to the world - in the posture of a living person!" Hermione said firmly, "Remember Ms. Gray? As long as the dead chooses to 'go on', no one can stop him."

"And in the end, I don't know if you noticed it. Luna's prophecy - let's think it's a prophecy. It says that she passed by the Resurrection Stone, which means that she will not be able to obtain the Resurrection Stone in the end, or use the Resurrection Stone to satisfy her wishes."

After a silence, Harry said: "Hermione, you may be right, but it doesn't prevent Luna's prophecy from mentioning the Resurrection Stone - or something like that in school. If that's the case, who will it be in now?"

"President Dumbledore?" Ron guessed, "or it's on Professor Hepp!"

"That's not necessarily," Harry said, "it's very likely that the owners themselves don't know either."

"What's the meaning?"

"The appearance of the old wand should be just an ordinary wand, right? If it is particularly conspicuous, it will not become an unsolved mystery at a glance." Harry said, "The resurrection stone may be the same, just like--" he racked his brains to give an example.

"Magic Stone?" said Hermione.

"That's right!" Harry slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "I've seen the Philosopher's Stone and touched it! Compared with its huge fame, it looks very ordinary. I mean, it's a red stone with a bright color, which is not even as good as the moonstone."

Ron and Hermione certainly knew what the moonstone was, which was a very useful potion material and could also be used on jewelry - as long as they were slightly polished, the stones would bloom with moonlight or bright white halos.

"Then there is no way to find it." Ron said disappointed.

"Seriously," Hermione raised her head from the book, "Do you realize that the O.W.Ls exam is less than four weeks left? Even if you can get a make-up exam, I doubt if you can still get enough N.E.W.Ts certificates before graduation after a year."

Harry and Ron immediately became like defeated roosters, lost all their tempers, and began to do their homework lazily. After a while, Hermione dropped the book in her hand, stood up and left in the form of a winner.

"I've finished reading it for you."

As the exam approached, everyone was studying hard. Although Harry was yawning, he still tried hard to read the words on the textbook. At this time, Hermione's "Advanced Potion Production" left by him seemed very attractive. Harry always wanted to see the description of compound decoctions.

"How did you do it?" He rubbed his forehead sleepily.

"What?" Ron asked, he was reading the magic history textbook with relish. In Harry's opinion, it was simply incredible. If Ron looked in for five minutes and didn't doze off, it would mean that he was abnormal.

"You seem to have taken stimulants." Harry yawned again and said while wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.

"What is stimulant? Forget it, it doesn't matter. But I did drink some things."

Ron looked around and sneakily pulled out a small bottle of potion from his pocket.

Harry stared at the glass bottle in a daze. He recognized what was inside. After all, he had just seen it in today's potion class-

“Violence tonic?”

"Shh! It's taken secretly from class," Ron said, handing it to Harry from under the table. Harry suddenly understood why Ron was so energetic all afternoon. Ron lowered his voice and said, "We need it, it's just right for us."

Harry suddenly felt a little moved. The effect of this potion is to temporarily increase the user's vitality and make people energetic.

"How is the effect?" Harry asked in a low voice, feeling that he had to ask, because a few weeks ago their grades were still lingering between 'pass' and 'failed', and he really didn't have the courage to drink the potion that Ron - or himself - made by himself.

It would be great if Hermione was there. Harry thought that she was absolutely trustworthy in this regard. She successfully made a compound decoction in the second grade, and the effect could last for an hour, which was the content of the class.

But then she thought, if Hermione had known, she would be more likely to exercise the power of the chief immediately and confiscate the small bottle in his hand.
To be continued...