The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

When it comes to "a big pot with white smoke and slow simmering, and bursts of fragrance", what is the first thing that comes to everyone's mind? Hot pot or soup stock? But these words were said by Snape, the Potions Professor. Although his expression was serious and his words were sincere, Tom could not help but think of all kinds of dishes.

"If you can set up a copper pot in winter, light a charcoal fire, and then cut the fresh mutton into thin slices, boil it twice in boiling water, and serve it with sesame sauce, then even an emperor would not change it..." Tom My thoughts drifted to Donglaishunli.

"...I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

His opening remarks were short, but after he finished, the audience fell silent. The little wizards looked at each other, Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward. In her opinion, this professor was extremely powerful, and she wanted to prove to him that she was not a fool.

Snape had a panoramic view of the students' performance, and he was very satisfied with his opening remarks, except——

"Tom Yoder!" Snape suddenly called Tom's name. "What would I get if I added the powder of Albizia flower to the unicorn hair soak?"

Although Snape is not a mind-reading master like Dumbledore, he can still guess what the students are thinking from their expressions. He just glanced at Tom's eyes and knew that his mind was probably not on Potions. Snape intuitively thought that this guy might have confused Potions with silly Muggle cooking.

So he planned to teach this shallow person a lesson.

"Tom... Yodel, that's a good name." Snape curled his lips.

Hermione searched her memory and came up with the answer, so she raised her arms high. In her mind, this was the best way to get closer to the teacher. The teachers in the previous elementary school all praised her for her ability to actively answer questions. And very fond of her.

But Snape was different.

Hermione went out of her way to unleash kindness. Was this kindness received by Professor Snape? It must not have, and it had the opposite effect. When Snape saw Hermione raising her hand, he was a little unhappy: Are you trying to show off your cleverness? I'm asking about distracted Tom! He ignored Hermione's raised arms.

"Professor, the powder of albizia flower and the unicorn hair soaking liquid can be mixed together to prepare a medicine that will bring people a sense of happiness - the joy potion, but the joy potion should not be too much -"

"Enough, there is no need to say these things that everyone knows in front of me," Professor Snape interrupted Tom, "Let's try again and see if you really understand, Yodel, tell me , there are seven ways to boil magic potion, which seven are they?"

This question was much more basic than the previous one. Hermione tried her best to raise her hand higher, but Snape only felt that this hand was very annoying.

“Decoctions, brews, infusions, ointments, poultice, tinctures and lotions.”

The methods of brewing these seven kinds of potions are the basis of potions science, and they also have strong shadows of Muggle chemistry, but the steps are much rougher.

Snape nodded, "It seems that you have read a book during the holiday, Miss Granger. I am asking questions about Yodel, which has nothing to do with you! In order for you to remember not to interfere with my questions to other people, Raven Deduction for Crowe."

Hermione was struck by lightning, and she couldn't believe it: She had such good intentions, but she ended up with this kind of outcome?

Seeing that Hermione was solved in one sentence, Snape felt a little relieved.

"Yordle, tell me, if a person is poisoned in front of you, and you can't identify the type of poison, what can you use to detoxify it?"

"You could put a bezoar down the patient's throat, or use mandrake."

"Bezoar is more suitable than mandrake." Snape nodded again, and the young wizards around him were stunned: they had never even heard of the materials used in these questions!

"Did you hear that?" Snape said to the students in the class, "Why haven't you written this down yet? You also know the answer?"

There was a sound of fumbling with parchment and quills, and then the rustle of writing.

[Achievement achieved: Solve Professor Snape’s three questions at the start of the semester. Reward: Magic Stone × 90]

[Achievement Achieved: Professor Snape’s Approval·First Reward: Magic Stone × 30]

Obviously, despite Professor Snape's expressionless expression, Tom still passed the test this time. Next, he divided the students into teams of two and asked them to follow the steps written on the blackboard to prepare a simple potion that could be used to treat scabies. While the students were weighing nettles and crushing snake teeth, Snape patrolled the classroom and pointed out the mistakes made by the students. Almost everyone was scolded by him, even Tom was not immune.

This is not Snape looking for trouble, but a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children, how can they know how to prepare potions? Most of them had never even entered the kitchen a few times, so in Snape's eyes, these people's operations were really eye-catching.

Fortunately, there was no big trouble, and the class ended safely. After two long hours, everyone hurriedly left the classroom and rushed to the auditorium.

"Look at it, Snape is such a person, quite unreasonable," Tom saw Hermione's depression and comforted her, "Gryffindor is the one who is being targeted!"

[You have excellently completed the tasks assigned by Professor Snape and carefully prepared the potions. Your potions science has improved]

Tom also received a private message from the system after class. He saw that there was an additional item in the magic theory under his character column:

[Potion Science Level 0 (10/100)]

It seemed that he had learned something from these two Potions lessons, and Tom was in a much better mood.

After eating, Tom followed the system's instructions and found an almost decayed wooden box in the corner of an abandoned broom room, and found a quill inside. The quill pen didn't look too old, and it had a quaint feel overall. Tom thought it was quite pleasing to the eye, so he accepted it. The quill pen that could not be dipped in ink was quite easy to use.

There are two types of quill pens, one without an ink sac and the other with an ink sac. Without an ink bag, you need to dip the pen tip into the ink bottle every time you write a few words, which is very troublesome; with an ink bag, it is actually a pen, but the pen body is made of feathers. Most of the quill pens in the wizarding world do not have ink sacs, and when used, they can cause a lot of anger. So the wizards have come up with all kinds of fancy things: those that write automatically, those that automatically dip in ink, and those that use blood to make ink...

Tom's one is a bit special. It seems to be able to directly transfer the ink in the ink bottle to the tip of the pen. The amount of ink is not too much or too little. It is extremely convenient to use, more like a ballpoint pen.