Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Early on Tuesday morning, the new Ravenclaw students went to the underground classroom in small groups to attend potions lessons with the Hufflepuff badgers.

Under the guidance of his roommates and Qiu, Glenn managed to avoid getting lost and arrived at the classroom door on time.

Since all his time and energy before the start of school was devoted to improving his spells and transfiguration skills, Glenn did not prepare for the Potions course.

At present, it seems that there is no content related to potions in the system. Even the character card does not indicate the level of potions.

Therefore, Glenn had no confidence as to whether he could gain friendship in Potions class.

Professor Snape, who instructs the students in Potions, is notoriously difficult to deal with.

If you were to rank the professors at Hogwarts according to how difficult it is to pluck wool, the arrogant half-blood prince would definitely be at the top of the pyramid.

If you want to gain proficiency from him, it must be at least epic level.

Probably because they had listened too much to the advice of the seniors, the freshmen of the two colleges had a general understanding of Professor Snape's character. They came to the cold underground corridor early and did not dare to be late.

At 9 o'clock sharp, the professor wearing a pure black robe appeared at the end of the corridor on time, every second.

He strode forward, with the wind blowing under his feet, and the hem of his robe fluttering behind his back.

I have to say that using a big bat as a metaphor is not too vivid.

Professor Snape passed by everyone aloofly, without saying a word, and just opened the classroom door and walked in.

The silent little wizards filed in and each found a seat to sit down.

The classroom was slightly warmer than the corridor, but the wooden shelves on both sides and the various specimen jars displayed on the table made it even more terrifying.

The professor stood on the podium, his cold, deep black eyes swept over everyone, and then opened the roster to call the names.

There was an air of indifference in his voice, his tone was low, his speech was slow, and he always sounded like he was sarcastic.

Although he doesn't like it very much, Glenn doesn't think the voice is as greasy as Harry Potter said, and certainly not like "as elegant, sexy, and charming as a cello" written in fan fiction.

If I had to use a metaphor to describe it, it is somewhat similar to an instrument called bassoon.

Taking advantage of the roll call, Glenn quietly raised his head and looked at this complex character who was difficult to evaluate.

The black robe could not hide his thin figure. His slightly sallow face had a large hooked nose, and his shoulder-length greasy black hair stuck to his face like a curtain.

The real Professor Snape is not as handsome and charming as the one in the movie. Instead, he is more suitable to be described in four words - his appearance is unattractive.

But his whole body exudes a unique temperament, which is perseverance, bravery, high-minded and unassuming.

The roll call didn't take too long, and the aloof Half-blood Prince quickly began his classic opening remarks.

You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of preparing potions." He whispered, his voice almost inaudible, but it had a power that penetrated people's hearts.

All the students in the underground classroom listened carefully and did not dare to breathe.

"Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

He lowered his head slightly and looked directly into everyone's eyes, and the sarcasm in his voice became more and more obvious.

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering crucible emitting white smoke and exhaling bursts of fragrance. You won't truly understand the wonder of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts fascinated and their wills blurred.

magic."

A few words conveyed the charm of potions. Even Glenn, who had read this passage countless times in the book, could not help but yearn for it.

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-"

Professor Snape suddenly stopped and glanced at everyone again. Glenn silently added the sentence for him in his heart——

"But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the stupid fools I often encounter."

After the opening remarks, the stunned freshmen did not recover for a long time.

The professor stood on the podium and watched coldly until someone reacted and took out their "Magic Potions and Potions".

The first lesson was the same as in the book. They listened carefully to the simplest method of preparing scabies potion, and then started to try it.

Everyone was divided into two groups by Professor Snape, who walked around like an invigilator, arrogantly checking whether everyone's actions were standardized.

When Professor Snape wrote the words cure for boils on the blackboard, Glenn was shocked.

On the system's skill page, a separate menu for Potions appeared out of thin air.

There is only one option on the list and no proficiency level.

Scabies Potion

The entire process of preparing the medicine is recorded in detail, even the method of crushing snake teeth is recorded in detail.

In other words, he can rely on the system to prepare all currently known magic potions.

When he recovered from the shock, Professor Snape had already placed him in a group with a Hufflepuff boy.

The two of them divided their work and handled the materials.

Professor Snape looked at the little wizards, his sallow face getting darker and darker.

"Belby! Who told you to crush the dried nettles?"

"If I don't stop you now, Storm, your potion will kill the entire class."

"You are the worst class of students I have ever taught!"

The professor, whose face was as dark as ink, continued to patrol the classroom, but stopped next to Glenn.

Glenn, who had not listened just now, panicked and could only pretend not to know and continued to cook the slugs in a systematic way.

The experienced Half-blood Prince did not directly reprimand him for this cooking method that was different from the textbook content. Instead, he stopped and watched with interest as Glenn repeatedly adjusted the size of the flame.

The Hufflepuff boy who was in the group with Glenn quietly glanced at the professor from the corner of his eye, his hand holding the stone mortar trembling a little.

To his surprise, the professor did not yell at them or deduct points from the group. He just looked at the clear solution in the crucible and turned around to leave.

When Professor Snape walked away, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It was so scary just now. I thought we were going to be scolded."

Glenn smiled at him and extinguished the flame under his cauldron.

The boy looked at his operation with some confusion, and was about to ask a question when suddenly there was a violent "hissing" sound not far away, followed by thick acidic smoke.

"Damn it!" Professor Snape yelled, not caring to maintain his low voice, "Why do idiots like this happen every year who put porcupine quills in the cauldron without taking it off the fire?"

The Hufflepuff boy looked at the screaming girl covered in pustules, and then looked down at the porcupine quills on his hands, feeling grateful in his heart.