Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Ron looked at the bottle of potion in horror.

Anyway, before, Snape was just talking, and now he really took out the poison?

"Drink it." Snape forced the bottle into Harry's hand, his tone was as strong as his actions.

Ron was even more terrified.

Without hesitation, Harry unscrewed the bottle cap and finished it in one gulp.

People around gasped.

Just drink it?

He's the Professor Snape who hates you the most.

"It smells a bit bad, like the beard of a troll that has been soaked for two months." Harry frowned and commented.

Snape sneered: "It seems you have drunk?"

"I've heard the Sorting Hat describe it." Harry replied, the hat under his robes moving uneasily.

"Did you use the antidote in advance?" Snape didn't dwell on the subject, with a serious tone on his face.

Harry shook his head: "Professor, you don't have to worry. To put it more bluntly, I haven't touched those things yet. It's because of my physical constitution. Those apprentice-level poisons have no effect on me."

Antidotes are a large category of potions.

The little wizards in the second grade also started to make some antidotes.

However... Different from specific antidotes for specific curses, spells, and poison effects, the production of general-purpose antidotes that can remove and resist most poisons is a very dangerous thing.

This requires dismantling most curses, spells, and poisons, and a deep understanding of their principles, so that one dose of potion can remove all effects.

Test drug?

That is the most basic, the most necessary, and the most dangerous thing.

Even potion masters, when making some attempts, it is hard to say that they will not hurt themselves. The names of potion masters who died of poisoning can be written into a book.

"Physical?" Snape's face relaxed, "I didn't expect the Potters to have such abilities."

He flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Professor, what's that potion you're taking?" Harry asked, stopping him.

Snape's tone was impatient: "That's a fluid potion, a kind I invented, you don't have that ability yet..."

"I didn't mean that, but the potion that made your magic riot," Harry added, speaking more clearly.

Snape narrowed his eyes: "My poison still has an effect on you? The little wizard shouldn't be using that kind of thing if you're so unconscious."

"I'm just curious about the Hurricane Curse." Harry shook his head, "Its effect is extraordinary, it can attract magic power that doesn't belong to you."

Snape was surprised, he looked at Dumbledore: "If you care about the effect you said, you can ask Albus, that bottle is just an ordinary potion for increasing magic power."

"To activate the magic power that does not belong to me, I need to have a huge magic power myself, and I can only achieve it through the effect of potion."

Harry nodded.

Snape left quickly.

"Harry, how dare you!" Ron barked his teeth, not knowing whether to pat Harry on the back first or choke his throat first, "Spit it out."

"Spit out what?" Harry was puzzled.

"That bottle of poison!" Ron said in a panicked voice.

Hermione couldn't stand it, and sighed: "That's the antidote."

"After all, during the duel just now, the professor used a lot of poisons. Although Harry didn't seem to be affected, the effects of some poisons may not work immediately."

Ron was stunned, and there was still some lingering doubt in his tone: "Is that really the antidote?"

Harry nodded.

Ron was dubious, it was hard for him to believe that Snape had such a good heart.

The little wizards divided into groups one by one, and began to attempt a duel.

Ron and Hermione are the most envied grouping, they have Harry to guide them.

Lockhart swayed, walking among the young wizards, correcting their mistakes - not being handsome enough, not waving his wand so dryly, presence, above all presence.

Flitwick couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't care less about continuing to show off with McGonagall. He stepped down from the teacher's seat and corrected the real mistakes of the little wizards himself.

half an hour later.

The elf appeared before Dumbledore.

Harry turned his head sharply and saw the flustered elf saying something, which made the faces of all the professors in the teacher's bench look ugly.

Dumbledore stood up, waving his wand.

In the auditorium, all spells ceased to dissipate instantly.

The jingle clang dropped debris all over the place.

"All students, return to the lounge immediately." Dumbledore said with a serious expression, "Follow my headmaster and don't leave the team."

The students panicked.

There's another attack!

Who is this time?

They looked around and to the side. Seeing that his friend was still there, he was slightly relieved, but those little wizards who saw that their friend was not there became anxious.

Only Slytherin is the most confident group of people.

They are proud of their pure blood.

Whoever was attacked, it couldn't have been from their Slytherin house.

The little wizards panicked and ran towards their academy like a flood.

In the Gryffindor lounge, Professor McGonagall left in a hurry after bringing the cubs back.

"Who was killed this time?" Seamus looked around the lounge, trying to determine if it was Gryffindor.

Neville frowned, still worried about himself.

Some young wizards have already started writing letters, expressing their panic to their families.

Harry snapped his fingers and said the name of the house-elf he knew: "Crow!"

With a crisp sound, the elf appeared in front of him.

Everyone in the living room gathered around.

It was the first time Hermione saw this kind of creature. It was wrinkled and poorly dressed, like a goblin, but the difference in details made it look much uglier than a goblin.

She hurriedly turned her head and looked at Harry's profile, which made her feel more comfortable.

"Who was the murdered student?" Harry asked it.

Crowe was nervous, and replied in a low voice: "It's a little wizard from Slytherin College who was petrified. His name is Marcus Flint."

Seamus waved his fist excitedly: "Hey, I see how Slytherin and the others..."

He only spoke halfway, but when he realized that the atmosphere was not right, he stopped abruptly.

Slytherin was killed, the lion cubs were not excited at all, even Neville's face became extremely pale and trembling.

"What... what's wrong?" He asked in a low voice.

Ron swallowed hard: "You don't know Flint? He's the Quidditch captain of Slytherin."

Seamus nodded: "I know him, but what if he was killed?"

"He's pure blood!" Ron said with emphasis, "Flint is one of the 28 sacred families that those pretentious guys think has the purest blood."

It's pure blood...

Seamus reacted and took a breath.

"But, didn't the legend of the Chamber of Secrets say that the basilisk would only attack those non-pure blood students?" A fourth-year pure blood wizard stammered and spoke in a panicked tone.

He looked at the elf, and his tone suddenly became fierce again: "Did you admit it wrong?"

"Crow will not lie to the little wizard!" Crowe was more frightened than him, pulling his ears, "Crow would not mistake the little wizard either."

"The basilisk can't tell who is pure blood and who is not." Harry frowned. "Only the successor will choose the target."

"Apparently, the Heir of Slytherin doesn't think much of Slytherin's philosophy."

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