Harry Potter: The Age of Magic

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It was not until Friday afternoon that Rosie set foot on the road to the Potions classroom at Claire's strong request.

"You have already deducted thirty points from Gryffindor. If you are deducted again, you will be hostile to those classmates who value house points!" Claire said.

The Potions classroom is underground in Hogwarts. From the map, it is also part of the Slytherin dungeons.

Of course, it's not a hidden snow area.

Walking on the dark and damp stone steps, you will step on dark green moss from time to time, which feels slippery to the touch.

“The environment here is terrible!”

Rossi muttered in a low voice, "I don't know how Slytherin students can endure living in this kind of environment all year round."

Claire chuckled: "That's why they become so insidious and cunning."

As a potions expert, Snape would never believe such an outrageous thing.

"For your rude words, fifty points will be deducted from Gryffindor!"

Claire quietly pulled down Rosie's sleeve, and shook her head anxiously at Rosie who was looking sideways, signaling her to quickly apologize to Snape.

If I had known this, I should have been firmer just now, wasting time and not talking, and would have been ridiculed by him.

After waiting for a few seconds, Snape, who didn't see Rossi's argument, looked at her with a bit of disgust in his eyes:

Snape said coldly, "I don't think this kind of thing that can be remembered by taking more notes has much to do with talent."

Every step that Snape said, Rosie followed it exactly. Even her waving of the wand was copied exactly after asking Snape.

The one who spoke was the Slytherin boy who was cheated by Rossi in Muggle Studies class before.

Um...which one is dried nettle?

Looking at the table full of materials in front of him, Rossi couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.

"Heat at low temperature for 30 seconds, then add 3 parts of dry nettle powder to the crucible, and heat at high temperature for 15 seconds."

"Do not worry!"

Snape turned around abruptly, staring intently at Rossi's face.

Snape crossed his arms over his chest and said coldly.

Rosie looked at Snape sincerely and murmured funny in her heart: He must think that I won't cry until I see the coffin, right?

Snape looked at Rossi with a gloomy expression. After a few seconds, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"If I confirm that you are lying, Gryffindor will deduct 100 points for your lies!"

Hey, if you still don’t believe it, it’s time for you to see what skill lock is!

Silently making such a mouth gesture, Rossi smiled confidently and turned to look at Snape, "Then if it proves me, I hope Professor Snape will allow me not to come to Potions class in the future, and will be responsible for this."

The deducted college points will be added back."

In an instant, everyone in the classroom, including the Slytherin students, became angry and did not dare to speak out.

"No, professor, that's not Rossi..."

"Merlin's beard! What's going on?"

"Of course, if this happens."

"What? Are you waiting for me to handle the materials for you?"

As expected, Snape didn't believe Rossi's words at all: "Absurd! Do you think I would believe this nonsense?"

"notes?"

Entering the classroom, Snape stood quietly in front of the blackboard with his hair looking like it had not been washed for a long time.

At this moment, a group of people passing by the intersection happened to run into the Slytherins who were in the same class.

Snape said coldly, "I don't think this is a reason for you not to take Potions class."

"Finally, wave the wand to put the crucible in high-pressure mode to quickly form the potion."

"Talent is not the only criterion for judging a person's ability."

The Slytherin prefect who took the lead glared at Rossi and the others fiercely, apparently overhearing their conversation.

"Every step of the operation was perfect, and in the end, the high-pressure mode was indeed activated with magic. How could the potion not be boiled? This is not magic at all!!"

He quickly walked to the low cabinet placed on the wall, picked out a large amount of potion making materials and placed them in front of Rosie.

Who are you, snitching at such an old age?

Looking at the boy whose name he didn't know looking at him provocatively, Rossi couldn't help but feel speechless.

Rossi murmured in his mind, raised his head and looked at Snape with sincere and innocent eyes:

"No, Professor, even if the best potions master teaches you step by step, I still can't make the simplest blood-enhancing potion."

Fortunately, Flamel's notes were detailed enough. They not only drew the appearance of dried nettle, but also described its morphological characteristics and the differences between similar species in detail.

The scene that happened before them made the students doubt their knowledge of potions.

However, the materials put into the crucible were simmered in the boiling special soup for a long time, but there was still no sign of fusion.

An idea flashed in Rossi's mind, and he immediately remembered the photos of "Flamel's Notes" that were stored in the system folder.

Just after taking care of this according to Snape's request, I heard him speak again:

"Add 3 parts of bat spleen into the crucible, add 2 pairs of puffer fish eyes into a mortar and grind them into fine powder, then add two parts of the powder into the crucible and stir evenly."

"On the way here just now, we heard from Rosie that the environment in the Slytherin dungeon is terrible and she doesn't want to set foot in it. The people in our college have become insidious and treacherous just because they live here!"

Claire stood up and wanted to explain, but Rossi pulled her back to the chair.

So although Rossi's laughter was small, it was still very obvious in such an environment.

Rossi took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Professor Snape, in fact, I have been detected by my family since I was a child. I have no talent for potions, and I can't even prepare normal potions, so I feel that there is no need for me to study in magic."

Medicine class is a waste of time.”

"Select three dried nettles with a rhizome diameter of 2mm, add 1cm of the middle section of the rhizome to a mortar, and grind it into fine powder."

The moment she saw him, Rossi suddenly remembered the rumors she had heard from others before that he might have to teach 28 hours a day.

Due to Snape's cold aura, all the students who entered this classroom became silent and found their seats to sit down quietly without saying a word.

With his fingers hidden under the desk, Rossi quickly found the record about dried nettles in his notes.

Listening to this sarcasm, Rosie suddenly felt depressed.

As soon as these words came out, Rossi immediately heard an uproar behind him.

Hearing his words, all the students in the classroom couldn't help but take a breath.

Well~ if the rumors are true, then it’s normal to have an oily head, and you’re lucky if you don’t lose it all!

Thinking of this, Rossi couldn't help but laugh softly.

This allowed Rossi to accurately identify dried nettles from the pile of materials in front of him.

Rossi, who secretly regretted it, resisted the urge to shake his head and leave. He smiled dryly and made an excuse: "I'm sorry, Professor, I didn't find this place last class, so I couldn't come to class."

"Then you can guide me to give it a try? In fact, if possible, I would also like to learn how to make potions!"

Snape's expression was as cold as ice, and there was no warmth in his tone.

"Hey, isn't this an excellent Auror from the Ministry of Magic? Why, are you willing to condescend to come to my Potions class today?"

Watching the decoction in the crucible slowly drying up, Snape couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Um...I will never talk about others behind their backs again!

Rossi turned his head to look at Claire, only to see the other person sticking out his tongue playfully.

After a moment of silence, he still said reluctantly:

"I will prepare the materials for you, you are only responsible for making them!"

"Okay, then I'll leave it to Professor Snape."

Rossi nodded briskly and looked at Snape with a contented expression as he processed the materials with his long, white hands.

As for herself, under the supervision of the other party, she easily put the processed materials into the crucible, adjusted the heat, and finally waved the magic wand.