Harry returns from Hogwarts Legacy

Chapter 70 I really don’t understand you Slytherins
In the blink of an eye, the new semester has arrived as scheduled.

Most of the students were listless and lacked energy, having not yet come out of the afterglow of the holidays - except for a few top students like Hermione.

The teachers were normal as usual, especially Professor Snape, who seemed to be in a much better mood than during the holidays.

This can be seen from the decreasing number of fractional gems in the Gryffindor gem jar.

But there are exceptions.

In the first Potions class after the holiday, Harry prepared a pot of potion with ease under Snape's watchful eyes.

"Good potion-making skills," Professor Snape said behind him.

Harry turned his head. His shoulder felt a little uncomfortable, so he rubbed it with his other hand. His face was blocked by his arm, leaving only a pair of green eyes.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Professor Snape’s expression actually showed a hint of happiness.

"Three points to Gryffindor for your level in Potions."

Ron was sitting nearby, his pupils suddenly dilated, then shrank rapidly.

Merlin's socks, Professor Snape... actually gave Gryffindor extra points?!

Oh my god, is the sun rising from the west today?

He secretly raised his head to see if the professor had washed his hair today.

But unfortunately, Professor Snape's hair is still as greasy as his accent.

Draco's expression became even gloomier. He just curled his lips in disdain but said nothing.

At lunch, the entire Gryffindor house was discussing this unprecedented event.

"Oh my god, Professor Snape actually gave Gryffindor extra points!" Ron said in disbelief. "God knows that ever since Snape became the Potions Professor, Gryffindor has never gotten any points in this subject!"

"Don't mention Professor Snape for now!" Hermione whispered, "Before the holiday, I asked you to pay attention to where Fluffy is guarding in the school. Don't tell me that you didn't find anything during the holiday!"

If Snape hadn't been mentioned just now, she would have almost forgotten about it.

"Oh..." Ron's words were choked in his throat. Apart from visiting the Grangers during the holidays, all he thought about when he was at school was eating two more chicken legs or playing wizard chess.

As for looking for Lu Wei, he had completely forgotten about it.

That's right, I didn't have any free time before the holiday, and I still don't have any free time during the holiday, so isn't my holiday just wasted in hell?

"What about you, Harry?" Hermione looked at Harry.

Harry cleared his throat. He had been reading Cassandra's notes - or perhaps diary - during the holidays and had no time to think about Fluffy.

But this urgent situation really made him come up with an idea.

"Remember the room on the fourth floor that Professor Dumbledore mentioned at the beginning of the semester?" Harry whispered, "If nothing unexpected happens, that abandoned classroom must be where Fluffy is hiding."

"Why are you so sure?" Hermione asked, frowning.

Harry met Hermione's questioning gaze and whispered, "After all, this is a place that Headmaster Dumbledore has strictly forbidden us to go to. In any case, we'll know whether it's true or not after we go there." "No." Hermione pouted and said, "You also know that it is a place that the headmaster has strictly forbidden us to go to. I don't want to be expelled because of your suggestion."

"Hermione's right, Harry," Ron whispered. "I'm sure Dumbledore has his own ideas."

"Yeah." Harry didn't say much. He didn't want to involve his friends in such a dangerous matter.

I'd better wait until I'm done with Professor Snape's detention before going there alone to confirm it.

As long as you protect the Philosopher's Stone and wait until the summer vacation to go to France and borrow it from the Flamel couple, everything will be fine.

By then, you can enter the secret room on the map smoothly.

"But you should be relieved," Ron said to Harry, "At least Professor Snape won't use venom to torture you during detention. I can see that the photo is very effective."

"What photo?" Hermione asked confusedly.

"Harry's aunt sent him some photos of his mother back then, and one of them was a photo of him and Professor Snape." Ron explained to Hermione, "Harry picked out that photo and gave it to Professor Snape as a gift. He also received a bottle of Felicity Potion for it."

"It seems that your guess is correct, Harry." Hermione asked again with some confusion: "But why is there only a photo of your mother and Professor Snape, but no photo of Professor Snape and your father?"

"I don't know either." Harry spread his hands. "Maybe the photo of my father and Professor Snape is hidden somewhere else."

"That must be the case," said Ron. "Professor Snape must be very pleased to receive the photo."

In fact, this was indeed the case. When Harry came to Snape's basement office for detention that night, Snape, contrary to his usual practice, did not let him deal with various potion materials, but instead asked him to brew a pot of thunder brew.

"Thunder Brew. When thrown, it can create a lightning storm on the spot to hurt the enemy." Professor Snape said slowly and greasy. "The formula of this potion is still you..."

Having said this, Professor Snape suddenly paused.

"What's wrong, Professor?" Harry asked.

"Your mother found it in a lost tome." Professor Snape's voice suddenly became gentle. "I think with your level of potion-making, it's time for you to know the formula."

"Thank you, Professor." Harry replied obediently, but in his heart he thought that we used to use this thunder brew...

This is Gareth's favorite thing. The materials were all bought for free from the small warehouse of Professor Sharp, the then professor of Potions.

But it is Cassandra who can truly unleash the power of Thunder Brew.

The Malfoy family is indeed worthy of being called a platinum noble family. Cassandra's Thunderbrew seems to never run out, and no one knows how many magical items are in her little pocket.

"Two ounces of leech juice, two shrunken figs, and three and a third ounces of fetid spirit." Professor Snape spoke slowly and clearly. "Generally speaking, you can find fetid spirit on the bodies of Inferi - but your old professor does not recommend you to do this. After all, Inferi are not something a little troll like you can deal with."

"I see, Professor," Harry replied obediently, automatically ignoring the word 'troll'.

After Snape gave Harry a live lesson on how to make thunderbrew, he was inexplicably kicked out of the basement office.

At the same time, he was holding a bottle of freshly brewed Lei Niang in his hand.

I really don't understand you Slytherins, he thought.

(End of this chapter)