I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

The history of magic itself is not boring.

It's just the way Professor Binns lectures.

He is probably too old.

It is said that when the school was first established at Hogwarts, when he was still alive, the classroom was still lively and interesting. Even the likes of Slytherin praised his quick thinking and clarity of mind.

But now he can only use that wheezing, sloppy voice, without emotion and eloquent scripting, and rarely communicate with students.

Lynn even thought that Professor Binns' voice was magical. Even a person like him who had been a good student for two lifetimes and who never slept in class would listen to him in a drowsy state. desire.

Professor Binns didn't give Lynn a chance to show it for the whole class, and of course Lynn didn't want to show it, because he really couldn't think of what kind of talent the history of magic corresponds to.

After the morning class was over, Lynn settled for lunch in the auditorium, then sat by the fireplace in the common room with the heavy Magic History textbook he had just finished, and revisited what Professor Binns had just said. .

He listened a little absent-mindedly in class, but fortunately he wrote down all the notes he should take in the book, and now he is reviewing it just to deepen his impression.

"I heard about it."

A blond, sunny-looking senior boy walked up to Lynn and said with a smile.

"You got five points for Slytherin in Professor Flitwick's class, especially in front of a bunch of proud Ravenclaw."

The person who came was Rafael Williamson, the male prefect of Slytherin and the boyfriend of the female prefect, Betty.

"It's just five points. It's not something to be commended, and I'm just lucky. I don't think I'll have such a chance in the future."

Lynn wasn't being humble, he was just taking a shot.

After knowing that the talent points obtained by compliments and bonus points are one-offs, he has no intention of continuing to perform in the classroom.

In a place like Hogwarts, especially when the next few years are not very calm, Lynn thinks it is better for him to keep a low profile.

Raphael didn't care about Lynn's words. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world now, chattering about that they wanted to continue the glory of Slytherin. As long as young wizards of all ages worked together, the annual Academy Cup would be infinite. stay in the Snake House for a long time.

However, Lynn knew that these were just his imaginations, and just next year, their headmaster Dumbledore would start to go off the court personally and turn the House Cup into the shape of Gryffindor.

No one dared to be late for the potions class in the afternoon.

Even if they are freshmen, there are prefects who give these little wizards the popular reputation of Professor Snape at Hogwarts. On the premise that a good-tempered professor has already provoked anger in the morning, no one is stupid. To the goodbye to stroke the tiger's whiskers.

In the Potions Classroom, there is a crucible in front of everyone, and the surrounding shelves are brightly displayed, the body parts of various magical animals or some special internal organs.

Coupled with the dim environment, the slightly timid girl turned pale with fright at this time, and she only dared to stare directly at the crucible in front of her.

Professor Snape's face was also very pale. Not only that, he also had blank eyes and a rigid expression, and his hair was greasy like reflective tin foil. He wanted people to choose a bottle of washing machine when they gave him a Christmas present. head cream.

Sitting down below, Lynn couldn't help but think of the nickname given to him by an unscrupulous author in a certain spicy chicken novel he read in his previous life-wifeless.

"I'm glad no fool would choose to be late for my class." Professor Snape's voice was quiet, soft, but just enough for every little wizard to hear what he was saying.

He stepped off the podium, walking slowly but pressingly between the desks.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation. Since there are no foolish wand-waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really grasp it. The beauty of that simmering cauldron with white smoke and bursts of fragrance wafting out of it, you don't really understand the magical power of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts dazzled and will be blurred..."

His voice slowly became softer.

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death—but there has to be one thing, and that is that you're not the idiots I've always encountered."

"So…"

Suddenly, his voice changed.

"Can someone deduce what kind of potion we are going to configure in this class based on the potion materials in front of you?"

Every time his sombre eyes glanced at a little wizard, the poor child was terrified to shrink his head.

Immediately, Professor Snape's eyes met Lynn's.

Lynn didn't show the slightest fear. He smiled and looked straight into the empty, cold eyes on his wifeless face, raised his arms high, and kept cheering himself up in his heart.

He is an old bachelor who can't marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who can't marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who can't marry a wife...

"Oh, Belloc, then please stand up and tell me what you have in mind."

He seemed to be sarcastic for no reason, and his tone of voice seemed to be like this.

Lynn didn't care about the tone of his words, but looked at the material next to the crucible in front of him, and said fluently.

"Dried nettles, venomous snake teeth, horned slugs, porcupine thorns... These are the third potions recorded in "Magic Potion and Potion", which are specially used to treat boils."

"This is a potent remedy for pustules, measles, boils, and other symptoms of lymph node disease. Care needs to be taken when brewing potions. Improper preparation can cause the potion to cause boils instead of curing them. The criterion for success is pink smoke coming out of the crucible."

"The book emphasizes that when making potions, it is especially important to note that, in order to add porcupine thorns, the cauldron must be held away from the flame. Otherwise, the cauldron will melt and emit a terrible smell. The medicine can also cause boils to develop on the skin it touches..."

Speaking of this, Lynn finally stopped under the shocked gazes of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff wizards. He looked at Professor Snape and said modestly.

"There's only so much I can remember. If there are any omissions, please ask the professor to add."

The expression on Snape's face was still the same, not showing any special emotion because of Lynn's wonderful answer.

"Hmph, I hope your specific operations can be the same as your theoretical knowledge."

Snape walked back to the podium with a blank face, and said lukewarmly.

"10 points for Slytherin."

[Your outstanding performance in the potion class makes the potion class professor, Severus Snape, add points to your academy, potion talent +1, potion effect +1. 】

The sound of the system prompt only sounded once, but Lynn was not too surprised. He had already guessed that Snape would be the kind of person who is willing to add points to his own academy but not willing to praise others, a typical Slytherin dead and arrogant. . So he was ready to accompany him in the long battle in Potions class.

I didn't ask for tickets yesterday, which led to a sharp drop in the income from recommended tickets yesterday, and my family is almost unable to open the pot. Have pity on this unscrupulous author (T_T)