Change the world from Hogwarts

Potions class.

This is the first lesson that Connor knows. This is definitely not good news for the Hufflepuff students who have just had conflicts with Slytherin.

Thinking of the attitude shown by that big black greasy bat, Connor felt a headache.

Therefore, before it was time for breakfast, he planned to find a few acquaintances to inquire about the situation in this regard.

Fortunately, prefect Gabriel was in the lounge at this time.

When Connor found him, he was pouring the inexhaustible milk tea from the communal teapot in the lounge, which was always provided by the house elves.

"It doesn't matter. Although Professor Snape prefers students from his house, we are lucky enough not to have to attend classes with those little snakes like Gryffindor."

Gabrielle said with a smile while eating biscuits with milk tea.

"We are in class with Ravenclaw. Compared with Professor Snape, you need to pay more attention to those eaglets who are likely to be arrogant. Their arrogance is not much worse than that of Slytherin."

Gabriel seemed to have some objections to Ravenclaw, but Connor didn't care.

He only cares about Potions class.

"Are you sure he won't embarrass us or anything?"

"Well... it's hard to say, but do your best as much as possible. Don't be afraid of points deductions. We Hufflepuffs have been the third child for seven years, and that's the period when Tonks is free.

At one time, I could compete with Ravenclaw for second place."

Different from yesterday's dilemma, Gabriel now seemed not to care about college scores or anything like that.

"But you yesterday..."

Seeing Gabriel's unconcerned look, Connor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"I think you should care about this kind of thing..."

"Yes, if it were me, I would be very concerned about it, because I am the prefect... Even if it were my classmates, or even the seniors, I would also warn them, but you are different after all."

Gabriel just laughed.

"You are still freshmen after all. College honors and other things are not something that requires you to stand up and defend."

"So... what are Professor Snape's class habits? For example, what will he teach in his first class?"

"That's not necessarily the case, but Professor Snape prefers to let students start taking action directly instead of lecturing from textbooks."

"The first class is straight to practice?"

"Yes."

Under Connor's confused gaze, Gabriel nodded.

"If I remember correctly from the first-grade textbook, it should be scabies potion and something... Yes, forgetting potion. The first-grade practical course should be these two. Generally speaking, as long as you follow the formula, you will be fine.

, all it takes is carefulness.”

"Okay, I get it."

"I wish you good luck and no pressure!"

After successfully getting the information about the first class from Gabriel, Connor returned to his dormitory.

To be honest, this trip went smoothly, at least Connor had already predicted what would happen in the first class.

However, Connor would rather be told that it was not Severus Snape who taught them Potions lessons, but someone else, and that would be better.

But the reality ultimately disappointed him.

Just as the new Hufflepuff students were waiting in the classroom as if they were rushing to the execution ground, the door was pushed open.

The big bat that walked with wind in it stepped directly into the classroom.

"As new students, you may be looking forward to waving the little wooden sticks in your hands frequently in the first class, but unfortunately, this class does not require you to foolishly wave your wands randomly, nor do you need your noisy little mouths to chant.

What a spell."

After walking to the podium, the big bat turned around, revealing his sinister and empty eyes.

No one wants to really look into the eyes of such a person, and even if they muster up the courage to peer into the 'abyss', there is no way to get any useful information from it.

The only thing that can be detected and detected is the empty space that makes people feel panic and heart palpitations.

Professor Snape just glanced at the many students present with his eyes that seemed to never change, looking at their different expressions.

His thin face showed an undisguised contemptuous attitude.

"I know that most of you have this expression, so I don't expect that most of you won't appreciate the depth and beauty contained in the 'magic potion'."

He took a deep breath, and his intoxicated look indicated that he seemed to have entered a world that was unique to him.

His tone was actually only slightly higher than a whisper, but it was indeed deeply imprinted on every student's ears.

"The fragrance wafting out of the slow-simmering cauldron will enter our nasal cavities, blend into our bodies, and flow through our blood vessels. It makes people fascinated and excited."

Words are the poorest and simplest carrier.

But Snape's whisper was like a guide in the deep forest, allowing the students to find a cauldron boiling potion in the seemingly endless forest.

"If you can really understand that mystery, then I can teach you the true charm of potions - I can teach you to use more wonderful and magical ways to confuse other people's minds and senses."

He slowly touched a bottle of unknown potion on the podium and gently stroked the bottle with his fingers.

"I can teach you how to can your reputation and brew your glory..."

His fingers slowly moved upward, touching the stopper that prevented the potion from spilling out.

"I can even teach you to block death."

Professor Snape slowly raised the bottle of potion in his hand, as if what he held in his hand was not a simple bottle of potion, but the peak glory and the end of life.

He walked slowly and finally placed the bottle of potion in front of Connor.

"McMab, do you know what kind of potion this is?"

Without any warning, Snape directly started asking his questions.

"This is... the amnesia potion, Professor."

"raw material?"

"Lethe River water, valerian sprigs, mistletoe berries, and some mixed herbal powders sold in the store."

"use?"

"Its function is to help the drinker temporarily forget some less important things. In extreme cases, it will be used as a powerful sedative second only to the Living Hell Decoction."

Connor finally read the first-grade potions textbook and remembered it all in his head.

"...It's all the content in the book, and the basic skills are pretty good."

He said dryly.

And apart from that, there is nothing else.

Big Bat soon returned to his podium.

"This is the theme of this class. I will first introduce you to the raw materials, and then start brewing the potion in pairs - remember, you must concentrate on the brewing process. A bottle of unqualified oblivion

Potions can bring endless disasters."

After hearing what Snape said, Connor's eyes moved to his roommates and classmates.

As long as you find an acquaintance to team up with, the next thing should be much easier.

But Snape did not give him that chance. He stretched out his wand and waved it gently, and lights and marks of different colors soon appeared on the students' bodies.

After a cursory glance, Connor found that the pairing seemed to deliberately mix Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff together.

"Look for students with the same mark as yourself, and they will be your partners in this class."

Following the light, the person who appeared in front of Connor was not his roommates, but a Ravenclaw girl.

Her silver-white hair is quite conspicuous, and at first glance it looks vaguely comparable to Phil's child's hair.

"Hello, I'm Connor. I met you before at the sorting ceremony and the freshman party."

I have a fondness for this color, so Connor's greeting seemed a little warmer.

In contrast, girls are a little shy.

"Hello, I'm Isobel, that..."

She seemed to want to say something, but soon her shyness disappeared.

Isobel quickly took off her glasses, revealing her jewel-like red eyes.

"I don't care how you perform, I just hope you don't hold me back."

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