Harry Potter Reborn

When get out of class ended in ten minutes, Snape opened the door and walked in. He strode towards Neville.

Neville was sweating profusely. He looked up desperately and glanced at the classroom, waiting for the trial to come.

Neville has grown a lot. He is no longer the weak and self-abased little fat man. He also holds his head high in front of his classmates and other professors, especially when his parents woke up two days ago and his family has become complete.

The spirit is more abundant.

But, except when facing Snape.

Snape seemed to be his natural enemy, and Neville's attitude towards Snape was always the timid and cowardly look he had in first grade.

Snape stopped next to Neville's cauldron. He looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face, as if he was saying something interesting.

"Mr. Longbottom, what is this?" Snape whispered softly.

The Slytherins on the left side of the classroom secretly looked at Neville from the corner of their eyes. Listening to Snape ridicule Neville was the most attractive part of the classroom.

"Deliever." Neville swallowed, and goosebumps appeared on the back of his neck.

"A demulcent is a potion that calms the mind. Its ingredients are all herbs with stable medicinal properties." Snape said with a sarcastic face: "I won't be surprised no matter how you fail, but you can brew a demulcent

It can make the crucible explode. This is the first time I have seen it in my long life."

There was a small roar of laughter in the classroom.

Snape turned his head with a dangerous look in his eyes: "Is it funny? Are you that proud? Or have you already succeeded?"

"..."

Snape continued in a smooth voice: "Longbottom, tell me, do you know how to read?"

"I know." Neville said, his hand tightly grasping the wand.

"Read the third line of the instructions to me, Longbottom."

Snape was definitely an authority figure in the field of potions. He only took a glance at the gray residue in the cauldron and deduced which step Neville had made wrong.

Neville glanced at the operating instructions in the book and read: "Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then... add two drops of hellebore syrup."

The more Neville spoke, the deeper his voice became. He had already realized that he had not added the hellebore syrup. At that time, seven minutes after the potion boiled, he started to perform the fourth step of the instructions.

"Have you done everything in Article 3, Longbottom?" Snape said.

"No." Neville said quietly.

"I'm sorry, please say it again." Snape put his hand to his ear as if to amplify.

"No," Neville said, his voice rising, "I forgot to put the hellebores."

Snape sneered: "So you can see the words "Put hellebore syrup" on it. I thought your eyeballs were eaten by Tengu."

After that, Snape ignored him and began to patrol around other students.

Neville reluctantly looked over the steps in the book and muttered: "How strange, why couldn't you see it just now?"

Snape: "..."

"If your potion is successful, there should be a faint, silvery white steam coming out." Snape said calmly.

Everyone, you look at my crucible, and I look at yours, and we all share a like-minded smile: "(??ω??)"

Malfoy's cauldron was emitting clouds of gray-brown gas, and Ron's cauldron was spraying green sparks. Seamus frantically used the tip of his wand to poke the flames under his cauldron because they were about to go out.

The red gas in the crucible is getting lighter and lighter, and the liquid in the crucible is about to cool down...

Standing on the podium, Snape looked expressionless as he saw dozens of cauldrons in the classroom emitting colorful and different steams. The scene was quite spectacular.

Only Harry and Hermione's potions were normal, and they had been poured into reagent bottles, corked, and placed in front of their desks.

"Why are ours different?" Hermione observed the two bottles carefully.

The liquid in the bottle is all light blue, with silver light spots floating in it. Smell it and your whole body will feel smooth.

"What's different?" Harry asked.

"On the whole, it feels like yours is clearer and more transparent than mine, while mine is slightly turbid?" Hermione said hesitantly.

Harry held the jar in front of his eyes and nodded: "There is a slight difference."

"Why, we obviously performed the same operation and completed every step together, but your quality seems to surpass mine." Hermione became more energetic after studying, but at the same time she felt a little unconvinced.

Indeed, there is no difference in the steps between the two people.

But after Harry thought about it for a moment, he understood why the result was different.

"It's fire." Harry said firmly.

"Impossible." Hermione immediately retorted: "I definitely did not make a mistake in controlling the flame in any step. Otherwise, if the temperature of the flame is wrong in any step, it will inevitably fail."

"I'm not saying that you controlled the flame out of the temperature range, but although you were very careful to keep the temperature constant, there was still a slight jump. Don't deny it."

"Each step corresponds to an optimal temperature. If you can keep the flame constant, you should be able to make a potion like mine."

Harry stretched out a hand and used magic to create a beam of fire in his palm.

The flames emit heat, and the color slowly changes, dark blue, yellow, red...

But no matter how the color changes, the shape of the flame remains unchanged. It is very stable.

Rather than saying it is a flame, it is more like a still painting or a sculpture.

"How did you do that?" Hermione's eyes widened, and when she saw Harry actually demonstrating it to her, she understood what Harry meant.

"If the surrounding temperature hadn't reminded me that it was a flame, I would have thought it was a crystal cylinder." Hermione couldn't help but stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the flame.

Harry quickly put out the flames. The high temperature inside was no joke.

Hermione also used magic to create a flame. This time she was more focused on controlling the flame, but under her observation, it was impossible for the flame to have Harry's effect. It kept moving, and after a while, she had a headache.

Pain, ended the fire magic.

"Why is there such a big difference?" Hermione said disappointedly.

Harry said: "It should be because of the strength of mental power. My spirit is much stronger than yours. It is very easy to control the flames. Although magic in the wizarding world is ever-changing, no one has studied the impact of mental power on magic. Maybe in the future

You can specialize in this."

"Then how do you make your mental power stronger?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"Spiritual power is actually the power of the soul. It generally becomes stronger as age increases. After reaching a certain age, the soul stops getting stronger and then slowly shrinks."

"Is this the only way?" Hermione said regretfully: "This is too slow, I can't wait at all."

"Is there some kind of potion that can greatly strengthen the soul?" Hermione thought.

"Don't make up your own mind." Harry suddenly said sternly. Seeing that Hermione just said it casually, his expression slowly softened: "There are indeed several banned-level potions that can enhance the soul, but the results are simply not something that humans can bear.

Yes, either the soul light is almost extinguished afterwards or the lifespan is only a few days left."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I know, I drank that medicine when I was bored. Aren't we just chatting? It's not enough to just talk."

Harry said: "Actually, the magic potion I asked you to drink made from the Philosopher's Stone not only keeps the body young, it also has the effect of nourishing the soul. However, the effect is not obvious and it will take a long time to see the effect."

Harry didn't know what he thought of. He frowned, a little confused and a little happy: "Maybe there is a way to make the soul stronger without any side effects. But I just doubt the feasibility."

"What method?" Hermione asked curiously.

A weird smile appeared on the corner of Harry's mouth, and he said close to Hermione's ear: "I remembered something. Once, Helena and I had close contact (note, referring to kissing). It seemed that her soul had changed, but

I didn’t pay much attention to it, so I’m not sure.”

"Why don't we give it a try? I use magic to let our souls leave our bodies, and then... ahem, I've already thought of a name for this unique method, it's called...soul bond... What do you think, Hermione?

"

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Hermione had black lines on her forehead, and she clenched her fists so tightly that she could hear a clicking sound.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Hermione would have really wanted to blow Harry's head off.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Harry, every time I think I know you well enough, but you refresh my bottom line every time, you can think of such a thing, you are a big-headed idiot.

"

"Oh, forget it if you don't want to. Do you think everyone is willing to be a pioneer like me and devote themselves to scientific research?" Harry said with a righteous face.

Hermione: "..."

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