Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Glenn used the hovering spell to lift the crucible and poured half the pot of tangerine-colored potion into the glass bottle.

"I'm done, Professor." He raised his head and said, only to realize that Professor Snape had already put down the quill in his hand and had been paying attention to him for who knows how long.

The professor had a straight face and a cold voice: "I don't seem to remember that I told you to prepare it directly."

"Huh?" Glenn's whole body felt bad.

"I even began to have some doubts..." Professor Snape looked him up and down, "You look more like a Gryffindor fool."

Good guy...is this the beginning of yin and yang again?

"I was wrong, Professor." Glenn said submissively.

The corner of Professor Snape's mouth twitched slightly, and he pointed to the simplified version of the intelligence enhancer that had just cooled down on the table: "Drink it."

Glenn:???

"You..." he hesitated, "don't you want to test it first?"

Professor Snape shook his head: "I believe in your ability. If you are poisoned to death, it only means that your talent does not meet my requirements."

Glenn felt very wronged.

However, relying on the formula produced by the system and the quality of the potion that was almost exactly the same as in the notes, Glenn was quite confident.

He picked up the narrow-necked glass bottle containing the medicine, raised his head, and drank the tangerine-colored liquid inside.

The taste is pretty good, slightly sweet, but not as greasy as it smells, and at the same time it has a slightly fresh taste of grass.

The moment the medicine entered his throat, Glenn felt a slightly cool air flow peeling off the medicine, traveling up his mouth, and finally integrated into his mind.

The drowsiness caused by getting up early in the morning and the fatigue caused by preparing medicines were swept away, and my mind only felt clear and clear.

Glenn licked the aftertaste on his lips, and suddenly said out of nowhere: "Ah, I'm dead."

Unprepared, Professor Snape was startled at first, and then he reacted. A mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat, and his face turned purple from holding it in.

"Don't make such lame jokes in front of me in the future." He regained his expressionless look and said in a cold voice.

Glenn showed a dog-licking face: "Yes, yes! I never dare to do it again."

Can licking the professor be considered dog licking?

Professor Snape snorted coldly, and then asked: "Tell me, how do you feel?"

"Well..." Glenn recalled, describing the feeling of drinking the potion.

"However," he continued, "this effect seems to be far from the effect that intelligence enhancers should have. I don't feel any improvement or change in magic power."

At least he didn't receive a system prompt. He added silently in his mind.

"You are not so stupid that there is no cure." Professor Snape nodded, "Intelligence-enhancing agents are not as simple as you think. If any fourth-year student can prepare a real intelligence-enhancing agent, the magical world It’s already been a big mess.”

Glenn was convinced and nodded in agreement.

"The potion you prepared today, which is what you learned in fourth grade, is just a simplified version for practicing with little wizards." The professor added, "As for the effect, as you said, it is a little refreshing. effect."

Glenn's eyes lit up: "Then the full version..."

Professor Snape showed a standard sarcastic smile. Compared with a normal smile, he was obviously better at this kind of smile.

"If you want to meet Arsene Giger in person, I wouldn't mind giving you a ride."

"Ah..." Glenn smiled awkwardly.

"The preparation process of the complete version of the intelligence enhancer is much more difficult than that of the enhancer, even comparable to the Felixir, and any small mistake will cause a huge chain reaction."

As if to dispel Glenn's idea of ​​taking risks, the professor rarely explained a few more words.

"For example, once the temperature of the flame is a little higher, the explosion caused is enough to blow this office to the ground."

"So fierce?" Glenn couldn't help but shrink his neck.

The professor looked into his eyes: "So, put away those unrealistic ideas in your mind and concentrate on studying. With your talent, I will naturally take you to try it before long."

"Thank you for the compliment!" Glenn bowed deeply.

Professor Snape was stunned for a moment, as if he was recalling when he had praised this boy.

Glenn chuckled and took the initiative to clean the potions and used instruments in the crucible, looking diligent.

The core character, Severus Snape, has a friendship level of 5 and an exchange currency of 500.

Glenn was wiping the table quickly, with a happy smile on his face with his back to the professor.

"That's it for today." The professor who returned to the table to grade his homework said after he finished cleaning up.

"Okay, Professor Snape." Glenn nodded, handed the notebook back, and smoothly smoothed the folded corners of the pages without leaving any trace.

After walking out of the long and deep underground corridor, he gained a new formula, and gained the Half-Blood Prince's friendship in vain. Glenn was quite satisfied.

The stairs were facing the foyer, and the castle door was open at this time. The weather outside was just right, the sun was shining on the grass in the square, and the crisp chirping of birds could be heard in the distance.

The weather is so nice, why not find a place to gather wool?

Glenn was thinking to himself, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, there stood a lonely cabin, with smoke rising from the chimney on the roof.

Rubeus Hagrid. I almost forgot about this boss!

Glenn quickly crossed the path on the grass, came to the door of Hagrid's hut, and knocked gently on the big wooden door.

"Who is it?" Hagrid's loud voice came from inside, "Wait a moment...get out of the way, Fang!"

The wooden door was half opened, and Hagrid's tall body squeezed out, then turned around and closed the door to prevent the lively hound Fang from getting out and having fun.

"Who are you?" Hagrid's dark eyes, covered by his tangled long hair, revealed a hint of doubt, "I don't seem to have any impression of you."

Glenn smiled politely: "I am a first-year student, Mr. Hagrid."

"Newborn?" Hagrid's expression suddenly changed, and his black beetle-like eyes became a little more alert. He seemed to think of the Weasley twins who were also freshmen last year.

"Why do the freshmen come to see me?" His tone became a little rude.

Glenn was stunned. He had promised to be kind-hearted and talkative. Why was he so cold-faced from the beginning and wouldn't even let him in?

He had never experienced the fear of being dominated by the red-haired twins, so naturally he could not guess what Hagrid was thinking.

"I heard... you are very knowledgeable about Fantastic Beasts, so I have some questions..." Glenn took out "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", but felt a little discouraged.

Hagrid's expression improved a lot. He opened the door and waved.

"As long as you don't want to sneak into the forbidden forest, come in first."