Magical Studies at Hogwarts

In the eyes of the other three houses except Slytherin, Professor Snape has basically no good impression, just like Ike's impression of the Dean of Students.

This is especially true in Gryffindor.

For so many years at Hogwarts, Professor Snape has successfully left a deep shadow on most students with his ever-changing icy face and sharp venomous tongue.

Therefore, Potions class has basically become the most unpopular class among students.

Years of biological clocks made Ike wake up at 7:30 in the morning. He lay in bed for a while and then got up. Seeing that Stuart and Terry were still sleeping soundly, Ike waved his hand and even threw a pillow.

"Puff", it flew into the faces of the two of them, and they fell into free fall repeatedly.

"Ike!" Stewart was slapped with a pillow and was stunned. He grabbed the crime tool directly and couldn't help shouting when he saw Ike looking gloating next to him.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that Terry was still on the bed dodging the incoming pillows, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"How did you do it?"

Ike shrugged upon hearing this: "It's just a flexible use of the floating spell. As long as you practice more, this is easy to do."

Picking up "Magic Potions and Potions" casually, he waved his left hand again, and the pillow finally stopped attacking Terry. "However, instead of exploring this point, I think it's better to get up. It's been Potions class all morning, and we always have to

Let’s go have a meal first.”

"Okay, you're right." Carlisle scratched his hair and got up from the bed.

After washing, the three of them left the Ravenclaw lounge together and struggled at the stairs for a while before being led to the auditorium by a kind-hearted Ravenclaw senior.

The breakfast at Hogwarts is a typical English breakfast, including waffles, bread, jam, bacon, lettuce, tomatoes, and national treasure French fries, plus a cup of hot and sweet milk. Ike is very satisfied with the meal.

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Halfway through the meal, the other two freshmen also arrived. Michael Corner had black hair and a standard British face, while Anthony Goldstein, like Terry, had short blond hair, but was a little thinner. They were fighting each other.

After saying hello, the two of them chatted with Stuart and Terry quickly.

Ike occasionally interjected a few words while eating breakfast. As he was talking, Padma Patil, Mandy Bloch and Morag McDoug sat across from each other and laughed.

The first-year students greeted each other and quickly became familiar with each other due to Stewart's intercourse.

About twenty minutes before the start of the first class, eight people left the dining table together and walked towards the legendary most terrifying lower classroom in Hogwarts - the Potions classroom.

Ravenclaw's Potions class is taken together with Hufflepuffs. After all, it is the first class for freshmen. The eaglets and badgers are not familiar with it yet, otherwise they would sit cross-legged like other grades.

Together. Nowadays, more students from their own college are partners with their own college.

After all, Michael Corner and Anthony Goldstein were in the same dormitory, so they naturally became partners. Padma and Mandy also laughed together and pushed Morag out. Terry and Stuart

Seeing this, they looked at each other and silently pushed Ike out.

Before Snape entered the classroom, Ravenclaw had already successfully completed the grouping.

At nine o'clock on time, with the sound of "Peng", Professor Snape strode in wearing his pure black cloak. With a wave of his right wand, the sun visors on the windows fell down, and the windows in the classroom fell.

The candles were also lit.

Standing on the podium, Professor Snape glanced at the freshmen in the classroom with a cold face, then picked up the roll call and started to roll call, counting all the freshmen, casually putting the roll on the table aside, and using his

He said in a plain but inexplicably intimidating tone: "Very good, it seems that you all understand the importance of punctuality."

"You are here to learn this precise and rigorous science of potions."

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the wonderful feeling of a slowly simmering crucible emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance..."

"You will not truly understand the wonderful magic that flows into people's blood vessels and makes people confused..."

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

"But first, if you are not the stupid fools I often encounter."

After the classic opening remarks, the whole class was speechless. Professor Snape still had the iceberg-like expression on his face. After glancing around coldly, he wrote a method of boiling to treat scabies on the blackboard, and then directed

Several of the easy mistakes were explained in detail. Then he continued to torture the students' nerves with his unchanging tone.

"I see that you have already divided yourself into groups. This at least shows that your brains are still somewhat useful."

"Now, let's do it and let me see who has the brain to do this."

"Of course, this at least shows that you are a little smarter than the trolls."

The materials needed by the students in the Potions class were provided by the school. Ike first went to the materials area in the classroom to get a few poisonous snake fangs, a pongo onion, a handful of bundled dried nettles, and a small jar of horned nettles.

Slugs, plus a few porcupine quills.

"Miss MacMillan, you can boil the horned slug first. Don't add too much water and cook it slowly." Ike took out the poisonous snake fang and put it into the roller without raising his head.

Morag didn't say anything. The understanding ability of eaglets is generally online. What's more, although Professor Snape just said it was more of a threat than an explanation, he also made the key points of the scabies potion clear. Morag naturally understood this step.

What to do.

Use tweezers to pick out two horned slugs, put them into a crucible filled with two-thirds of water, light the flame under the crucible, take out the wand and slowly draw circles on the crucible.

"Well... simmer slowly, stir slowly, and let the ingredients and water produce a magical reaction..."

Ike carefully ground the venomous snake's fang and slowly ground it into powder.

"The best flour is ground slowly with stone mills, so the noodles made from this kind of flour are strong..."

Putting the crushed snake fang powder aside, Ike grabbed a handful of dried nettles, placed them on the scale, and weighed them carefully.

"This has no soul. How can it be quantified? No! Adding more or less dried nettles will affect the quality of the final product..."

Ike put the weighed dried nettles aside.

"It's still an appropriate amount, a little..."

Glancing at Morag, who was still stirring the cauldron tirelessly, Ike raised his eyebrows.

"It's still not too hot..."

Picking up the pongo onion in his left hand and the knife in his right hand, Ike suddenly felt like traveling through time and space.

"It's time to show off your real skills!"

With a "dang-dang-dang" sound, the sliced ​​pongo onions quickly turned into onion strands as thin as hair.

Ike looked at the onion shreds on the chopping board and nodded with satisfaction.

"All my skills are not lost..."

After a while, Ike looked at the horned slug in the crucible and poked it with a glass tube.

"Well...the bones are off..."

Signaling Morag to step aside, Ike picked up the cauldron and poured out the water, leaving only the boneless horned slug. He picked up another cauldron, poured water in, and continued to simmer.

Pick up the grinder, slowly pour the snake fang powder into the water, and stir the wand in your right hand above it.

"Stir it to make the seasoning and water combine faster..."

As the liquid in the crucible slowly turned dark blue, Ike grabbed a handful of pongo onion shreds and threw them into the pot.

"Well...this step is to add green onions for flavor..."

After a while, the unknown liquid in the pot turned from dark blue to red.

Ike slowly sprinkled the dried nettles, which gradually turned pink.

"The spices add fragrance and remove the fishy smell, there is nothing wrong with it..."

Ask Morag to get a small bottle of Flobber caterpillar mucus and pour a small spoonful into it. The unknown liquid slowly turned green.

"Pour some sesame oil, it's okay, it's okay..."

Seeing that the color in the crucible had stabilized, Ike poured in a large spoonful of boneless horned slugs, which slowly turned blue-green.

"Put the boneless ingredients into the cooked soup and stir it. Hmm...it's a bit like West Lake beef soup?"

While muttering, he took the crucible off the fire, then put in two porcupine quills and stirred three times clockwise. The unknown liquid in the pot turned a perfect blue color.

"English pongo, onion and slug soup..." Ike looked at the blue potion in the bottle and suddenly realized.