Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 130 Shocked Snape for a Whole Year (Last month's monthly ticket 1300014000 plus more)

It is an indisputable fact that no one likes Potions class except Slytherins.

Even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, the two houses that were not targeted by Snape, had the same mentality.

But in fact, graduates can more or less understand Professor Snape's mentality. After all, with potions, if one step is wrong, it will fail or even become a poison.

If you relax a little in class and miss a knowledge point or step, it may become the main reason for your failure in the future.

The Potions class at 3pm on Friday afternoon is still a long class of one and a half hours. Like the first years, Gryffindor students still have to attend classes with Slytherin students.

After lunch, Neville fell into pre-class anxiety.

"Harry..." Neville ate the sandwich in his hand with a distracted look, "Oh my God, it's time to have Potions class again, Potions class..."

Harry patted Neville on the back sympathetically. He thought he should find an opportunity to talk to Professor Snape about Neville.

After all, we can't let the child be like this all the time. Neville was not very confident to begin with, and with Professor Snape's ruthless and sharp tongue, Neville's confidence in potions was completely gone.

"Neville, you should hold your head up high." Ron was clearly not afraid of boiling water. "Isn't it just a Potions class? I don't think Professor Snape is that scary. It's just a point deduction. Gryffindor doesn't care..."

"Really?" Neville and Snape said together.

Then Neville felt something was wrong.

He turned around and met Professor Snape's dark eyes.

"Since Mr. Weasley doesn't care about Gryffindor's points, then... deduct three points from Gryffindor. Have a nice day."

Professor Snape raised the corner of his mouth smugly, turned around and scraped away.

Ron felt terrible after Professor Snape heard his conversation behind his back and mercilessly deducted three points from his score.

"Oh my God! Why does he appear behind us so accurately every time!" Ron roared in a low voice, "I think he must have used some kind of tracking spell on us, so that when we mention him, he will be reminded and come over to deduct points from us!"

"Ron, please stop talking." Hermione reminded in a low voice, "Do you still want to be caught by him? Oh my God!"

Harry looked up and saw Snape sitting in the teacher's seat. After confirming that he couldn't hear what he said, he shrugged and said, "I think Ron is right. He is like a ghost behind my back."

Ron let out a snort of laughter but held it back.

He raised his head to confirm Professor Snape's position, and seeing that he was not paying attention to what he was saying, he leaned over the table and smiled with his shoulders shaking.

What Harry said just now really made him laugh. The word "spiritual spirit"... was indeed very appropriate. It really was perfect in describing Professor Snape.

However, Seamus's next words silenced him.

"Laughing is useless. We still have to go to Potions class... God, I really wish there was some magical thing that could help me master Potions quickly..."

"Yeah, we don't expect extra points in class, we just hope Professor Snape doesn't deduct points from us." Hermione also whispered.

Ron grumbled, "You'll be doing Gryffindor the best favor by not answering any questions, Hermione."

Hearing Ron's words, Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked at Ron angrily.

Ron quickly turned his head away, not daring to look Hermione in the eye.

This child's life is over, Harry shook his head and sighed.

Even if you don't want to attend Potions class anymore, you still have to go there eventually.

As it approached three o'clock, the Gryffindor students walked into the Potions classroom with heavy steps that were completely different from those of the Slytherins.

After a while, Professor Snape floated into the classroom with the wind.

Very saucy.

Harry gathered his books together to prevent the oil from Snape's hair from splattering on his books when he shook it.

Of course Snape noticed Harry's little movements, but he didn't see what Harry was thinking - but based on Harry's face, he could more or less maliciously guess Harry's thoughts.

"In this class...we will learn how to brew herbicide." Professor Snape said softly.

He looked around at his classmates and forced a smile.

"So, can anyone tell me what herbicides are?"

As soon as the words fell, Hermione raised her hand without hesitation.

Snape automatically ignored Hermione and looked towards the Slytherin side.

To his surprise, another person raised his hand.

It was Pansy Parkinson.

Professor Snape didn't mind letting a Slytherin answer this question, giving his house a few points.

"Ms. Parkinson, you answer this question." He motioned for Pansy to stand up and answer.

Pansy stood up and answered confidently: "Herbicide, also known as weed killer, is a potion used to kill or remove plants. The formula of this potion can be found in Magical Pharmacy and Potion."

Professor Snape smiled and nodded, "Yes, Miss Parkinson, five points for Slytherin - then, can you tell me the formula?"

"To brew the herbicide, you need the following ingredients: Flobberworm mucus, Hoklapp juice, and lionfish vertebrae." Pansy answered fluently.

Lionfish is not a magical animal, but an ordinary fish that can often be seen in the ocean. Because the lionfish's broad pectoral fins look as fierce as a lion when spread out, it is also commonly known as the "lionfish."

"Very good, five points for Slytherin." Professor Snape nodded with satisfaction.

He quickly pointed to Hermione.

"Please tell me, Miss Granger, where can I get the Horklapp juice?"

Hermione was a little surprised that Professor Snape suddenly called her name, but she didn't think much about it and answered quickly: "Hockkrup juice is a substance extracted from the horkrup - it can be used to make healing potions and herbicides."

"What is a Hawkkrup?" Professor Snape asked again.

"The horkrup is a pest that looks like a fleshy pink mushroom covered in black bristles. It is native to Scandinavia but is now found across northern Europe - the creatures tend to extend their powerful tentacles underground in search of their favourite earthworms for food."

Hermione spoke almost without pause, pouring out all the information she knew about Horkrup at a rapid speed like a cannon.

"It has a strong reproductive capacity and can cover a garden of average size in a few days. The horkrup is the favorite food of goblins, and the venom of the color-changing giant snail is one of the few substances that can kill the horkrup."

"But Mr. Scamander mentioned in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them that 'Hokkrup is a delicacy for goblins, but other than that, no other use for it has been discovered.'"

Professor Snape looked at Hermione expressionlessly, and finally, he said slowly: "Oh, what a learned lady, it would be better if you could notice that this is Potions class, not Magical Beasts class - Gryffindor will be deducted two points for your show-off knowledge and delaying class time."

Ron let out a not-unsurprising sigh and ran a hand over his face, trying not to look sympathetic.

"Will sighing improve your potion skills, you unlearned little troll?" Snape glanced at Ron with sharp eyes.

Ron wasn't upset at all, because Snape had only verbally attacked him once and didn't deduct any points from Gryffindor.

"Herbicide..." Professor Snape said softly, "Parkinson has already introduced it to us in detail, so I won't add any more information. You just need to know its basic effects."

"Generally speaking, it takes forty-five to sixty minutes to make herbicide. Let me explain the specific steps to you."

After that, Professor Snape waved his wand and distributed the necessary materials to the students one by one.

"The first step is to put four portions of lionfish spines into a mortar and grind them."

"Step 2: Place the two standard ingredients into a mortar and grind them."

"Step 3. Put three portions of powder ground from lionfish spines into the crucible."

"Step four, wave your wand and wait patiently."

"Step five, drop two drops of Horklap juice into your cauldron."

"Step 6. After heating for ten seconds, add two drops of Flobberworm slime at the same time."

"Step seven, stir four times clockwise."

"At this last moment, wave your wand and finish this herbicide..."

Having said that, Professor Snape looked around and his greasy voice sounded again.

"Well—why don't you write these steps down?"

After hearing what Professor Snape said, some students suddenly realized what was going on and began to frantically record the steps that Professor Snape had just described.

However, some students had already started taking notes, such as Ron. He was quite smart and had started taking notes when Professor Snape just started talking.

Professor Snape curled his lips and turned to look at Harry, who was looking down in a daze.

"Well, well, Mr. Pott." Professor Snape walked up to Harry and said, "Can I assume that you have completely memorized the steps I just described, so you are so confident and sitting here in a daze?"

"Yes, Professor," Harry replied calmly.

Professor Snape snorted and looked at Harry with a look that clearly said - let me see what tricks you can come up with next.

Harry also raised his head and gave Snape a very confident smile.

The ancient magic-enhanced potion science is neither scientific nor magical...

I hope my dear old professor doesn’t have any heart problems, otherwise... it would be bad if he gets frightened, he thought idly.

When it comes to brewing potions, ancient magic clearly has a catalytic and accelerating effect - this was not discovered by him and Vivi, but came from the explanation of Professor Percival Rackham.

It was also because of Professor Rackham's guidance that he and Vivi learned how to shorten the time of brewing potions.

"Work in pairs and start brewing the herbicide." Professor Snape looked up at his watch. "You have seventy minutes..."

Hearing Professor Snape's words, the students lowered their heads instantly.

Seventy minutes means that minus the sixty minutes it takes to brew the potion, they only have ten minutes to process the herbs.

It should be said that ten minutes was enough for them to grind the lionfish spines. After all, the hornworm juice was ready, as was the mucus of the flobberworm. They only needed to take out two drops of the finished product and add them to the potion.

Harry was still in a group with himself, Ron was in a group with Hermione, and Seamus was still with Neville.

Of course, Seamus had no reason to dislike Neville.

After all, although Neville is a potion killer, he can't stand Seamus always causing various explosions in the Charms class. Neville is also affected by the explosions and his face is often blackened, just like a 19th century Irish miner.

But today Harry obviously had other plans.

"Do you need help, Ron, Hermione?" Harry asked them first.

"No, thank you Harry." Hermione said with a smile and gave Ron a warning look.

Ron smiled helplessly at Harry, then began to process the potion materials with a frown on his face.

"What about you, do you need any help?" Harry asked Seamus and Neville again.

The two of them nodded hurriedly, looking as if they were afraid that Harry would not agree.

"You guys grind the lionfish spines." Harry handed the materials to Seamus and Neville, "Leave the rest to me."

The two men obediently took the lionfish spines and began to grind them carefully.

Harry snapped his fingers, and flames suddenly burned under the two cauldrons.

The only difference is that the flames burning under the crucibles of the students around him were orange, while his flame was azure blue.

Professor Snape was originally patrolling the area belonging to Slytherin students. When he noticed the difference on Harry's side, he immediately walked over.

But he didn't say anything. Only a genius potion master could brew two potions at the same time at this age, and the poor man in front of him...

Seeing Harry's green eyes, Snape was obviously hesitant.

But after seeing his face, Snape spat viciously in his heart.

Po Te!!!

Harry waved his wand and began adding various potion ingredients to the cauldron.

Professor Snape watched quietly from the side without saying a word, like an undercover agent who had entered the Death Eaters' base.

Add the powder and wait...

Snape noticed that Harry waited only a few seconds before quickly pouring the horkrup juice into the cauldron.

"I need to remind you that potions are not cooking, Mr. Potter," Snape reminded greasyly, "If you add ingredients too quickly, it is likely to cause a series of unnecessary consequences. Your old professor does not want to see you assimilated by your little troll friend."

Harry raised his head and glanced at Snape, then quickly lowered his head. Snape interpreted the look in his eyes as "Can you be as smart as me?"

Professor Snape's face darkened.

Potter... just like his father! Lazy! Arrogant!
However, Harry had no intention of stopping. His hands moved quickly and the fire under the crucible began to increase. The azure flame jumped up and almost burned Neville's face.

After adding two drops of Flobberworm slime, Harry controlled the stirring rod and stirred it four times clockwise, and finally waved his wand to turn off the flame under the crucible.

"It's done, Professor." Harry looked at Snape innocently.

Professor Snape glanced at his watch.

No more, no less, forty-five seconds.

"Okay, very good, Pott." Professor Snape gave a sinister smile.

This time, it’s not just a matter of deducting ten points, damn!
He thought angrily in his heart, wasting your mother's talent in potions, it's simply...

Thinking of this, Professor Snape approached the crucible...

He was stunned.

The classroom fell into silence, with only the sound of grinding lionfish spines in the mortar.

Professor Snape's pupils shrank, and he turned his head sharply to look at Harry, then looked at the cauldron of potion in disbelief...

Meeting Snape's gaze, Harry raised an eyebrow.

"How did you do it?" Professor Snape's tone was a little hurried - but only relative to his normal speaking speed.

He was really shocked. Brewing two pots of potion at the same time seemed so ordinary under the speed of brewing potion that shocked the world and made ghosts cry.

My god, this totally subverts the concept of a Potions Master.

But for Snape, this was no big deal, because he had seen this speed before.

The last time someone brewed potions so quickly, it had something to do with him.

Her name is Lily Evans.

No, it couldn't be Potter!

Snape would never acknowledge the name Lily Potter. In his eyes, there was only Lily Evans.

In fact...if Lily were still alive now, Snape might not miss her so much, but Lily is already dead, and Snape feels very sorry for her.

twice.

At least that's what Snape thought.

This resulted in Professor Snape feeling endless regret and guilt every time he thought of Lily, as well as endless nostalgia and attachment to the white moonlight that once illuminated his dark life.

Harry noticed Professor Snape's gaffe and recalled the memory he saw in the Pensieve.

"That's it, Professor." He said, "I seem to... well, I don't know why I suddenly want to do this, maybe something is guiding me."

Professor Snape took a deep breath.

guide?

What else could it be?
Who else could be the guide?!

This is the inheritance of blood, the spell of love! Pot! It is your mother's guidance!
Unconsciously, the anger in Professor Snape's eyes towards Harry's "arrogance" gradually subsided.

Snape was Dumbledore's undercover agent and had long since defected to Dumbledore. Naturally, he knew of the existence of this love spell.

At one point, Snape even ignored the fact that Harry's face looked exactly like a dead ghost.

He decided that he should have a good talk with Dumbledore about Harry's unusual...but common sense behavior.

"Excellent potion-making skills..."

Professor Snape turned around and, for the first time, used the word "Outstanding" to describe students other than Slytherin.

"…Ten points for Gryffindor."

The Gryffindor students all looked as if they had seen a ghost.

But Professor Snape ignored them, and the Potions class was unexpectedly quiet until Crabbe and Goyle put the wrong order in adding the potion ingredients.

After the two of them added the Horklapp juice drop by drop, the potion suddenly began to boil, and the rolling bubbles suddenly jumped up high, still hissing - and even began to tend to bubble out.

"Idiots!" Professor Snape roared, waving his wand to make the cauldron in front of them disappear, "Five points from Slytherin!"

Crabbe and Goyle shrank their necks, not daring to say anything.

The Gryffindor students looked at Crabbe and Goyle with gloating eyes and continued to make the potion at hand.

Fortunately, Neville and Seamus's parts had been completed by Harry, and Gryffindor's shortest shortcoming had also been made up by Harry - until the end of the get out of class, the Gryffindor students did not make any mistakes.

Miss Know-It-All still had a look of disbelief on her face when the get out of class was over. She asked Harry all kinds of questions, trying to find out why he was able to brew the potion so quickly.

"Maybe it's hereditary," Harry shrugged.

After class, Professor Snape went straight to Dumbledore's office.

He planned to have a good talk with Dumbledore.

When he arrived at Dumbledore's office, he just saw a goblin walking out of Dumbledore's office with a satisfied look on his face.

Professor Snape didn't care either. Goblins had nothing to do with him.

"Severus?" Professor Dumbledore ate cockroach candy leisurely, "How did you know that I just acquired 40% of Honeydukes' shares?"

"Honeydukes' shares?!" Professor Snape frowned and looked at Dumbledore: "I really don't want to remind you again, Mr. Headmaster, sooner or later you will become resistant to the tooth-strengthening potion-"

"With the shares of Honeydukes, I can get a new set of teeth." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Snape suddenly felt very tired.

"Forget it, it's your own business." Professor Snape waved his hand indifferently and sat down opposite Dumbledore's desk.

Dumbledore signaled to the house-elf to pour Snape a glass of lemonade and placed it in front of Snape.

"I'm not interested in lemon-flavored syrup, Headmaster," Professor Snape said slowly.

"Oh, this is sugar-free." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile: "I know that my preferences may not suit other people's appetites, so I don't force others to have the same taste as me--"

Professor Snape then picked up the lemonade and took a sip.

It tastes sour, not sweet at all, which is in line with his mood at that time.

"So, 40% of Honeydukes' shares." Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Gringotts is really generous - they would actually use 40% of Honeydukes' shares in exchange for a portion of alchemical materials that I don't need."

"So you changed?" Professor Snape asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's really hard to refuse this." Professor Dumbledore shrugged. "Besides, the original owner of the alchemical materials has no objection to this."

Professor Snape nodded and looked suspiciously at Dumbledore.

"Even if the alchemical materials are precious, they are not worth Honeydukes' shares, right?"

He had been successfully led astray by Dumbledore and had forgotten about talking to him about Harry.

"Who cares?" Professor Dumbledore said with a smile, "Whatever they do with that thing has nothing to do with me - they won't use it to make anything dangerous, will they?"

Then Dumbledore put down his lemonade and asked, "So, Severus, what else did you come here for besides asking about Honeydukes?"

"I need to make it clear that I am not interested in your shares." Snape said with a gloomy face, "Also, I found something unusual in the Potions class today."

"Have those 'unlearned little trolls' caused you any new trouble?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "I need to remind you that I am also a Gryffindor, Severus. It is obviously not a wise choice to slander Gryffindor in front of a Gryffindor headmaster."

"Oh, really?" Snape curled his lips, "No wonder your brain is also filled with syrup..."

At this point, Snape quickly cleared his throat and continued, "What I want to say is... Pott."

"Harry? What's wrong with Harry?" Dumbledore asked with a raised eyebrow. Since it was Harry's business, he couldn't help but take it seriously.

After all, Harry is Voldemort's destined enemy. Whether he can completely destroy Voldemort and restore world peace to the wizarding world depends on Harry's shoulders.

As we all know, Professor Trelawney's predictions are no different from nonsense - but the predictions made in a confused state are the predetermined destiny.

"I think the principal should still remember that she..."

At this point, Snape's throat rolled, but he couldn't say the name.

"Lily?" Dumbledore kindly said it for him.

"That's right." Snape nodded and said, "You should remember that genius witch and her extraordinary achievements in potions."

"I remember." Professor Dumbledore said as if he was reminiscing. "Horace told me about this. It's hard to imagine that one person can brew most potions in one minute, isn't it? Oh, I remember she once said that it was Professor Percival Rackham who taught her this technique."

"Yeah, I heard her say that too." Snape's voice was very soft. He always acted like this whenever he mentioned Lily.

If the Gryffindor students discovered that Professor Snape had such a gentle side, they would probably be so shocked that they would eat the portrait of the Fat Lady on the spot.

"Ancient magic? Right?" Professor Dumbledore smiled and said, "Ah... It is a mysterious magic. People without talent will never be able to detect any trace of ancient magic in their entire lives... But Lily can, and even use this magic in potions..."

"What if I say that her child might also have such a talent?" Professor Snape asked, "I mean, ancient magical talent?"

"Oh, Severus." Professor Dumbledore smiled and said, "If ancient magic can be passed down through blood, I'm afraid that Rookwood among the Death Eaters will also be one of the descendants of ancient magic."

"Rookwood?" Snape asked, raising an eyebrow.

"August Rookwood." Professor Dumbledore said the name. "A spy planted by Voldemort in the Ministry of Magic, the one who worked in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. His ancestor, Professor Charles Rookwood, was one of the inheritors of ancient magic."

"So that's how it is." Snape nodded in understanding. He also remembered the name.

That summer, a happy Lily told him about her experience in the secret room on the map.

He has remained tight-lipped about this matter.

He had never told anyone that Lily was the inheritor of ancient magic, not even to the Dark Lord, to whom he had been wholeheartedly loyal.

"But her child can be like her." Snape said again: "I saw him brew two pots of herbicide at the same time, and he succeeded in brewing them within a minute - do you know what this means, Dumbledore?"

Because Harry is more like Lily, Snape is now reluctant to call him "Potter" with Dumbledore, and instead calls him "her child".

"What did you say?" Dumbledore asked, looking up.

"I said, he brewed two pots of herbicide in one minute!" Snape said slowly and clearly.

"That's impossible!" Dumbledore denied. "I've never heard of a mother and son inheriting ancient magic at the same time. What's more, the inheritance of ancient magic can only be awakened at the age of fifteen. Before that... they are no different from ordinary people!"

"But that's the fact, Dumbledore." Professor Snape lowered his eyelids, "Whether you admit it or not, he is one of the heirs of ancient magic..."

"But who exactly is he..." Dumbledore subconsciously reached out to take the candy, but Snape quickly held the candy jar in his arms.

Dumbledore missed the target and rubbed his fingers together awkwardly, thinking carefully in his mind.

"Could it be... that the love spell is the reason?" He looked at Snape. "Ancient magic has always been very mysterious. Severus, I don't know about this kind of inheritance... But since this love spell can rebound the Avada Kedavra Curse, then... could it be that Lily also passed on her own inheritance to Harry in this way?"

"It's not impossible. This is my guess just now." Snape unscrewed the lid of the jar and placed the sugar jar under Fox's bird stand.

Fox pulled his chicken butt down hard, and a pile of Phoenix poop fell into the candy jar with a plop.

"This is too much, Severus."

Professor Dumbledore looked at the sugar jar that was burned through by phoenix droppings with annoyance and said in a resentful tone.

"That's not a big deal for Honeydukes' major shareholder, is it?"

Professor Snape spoke in a cheerful tone, seeming to take pleasure in Dumbledore's loss of candy.

"I think we should confirm our guess." Professor Dumbledore said again: "If Harry is really the inheritor of ancient magic, then many of our plans can be replanned."

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