The sickly, iron-fisted beauty in Harry Potter

When class started, Snape swooped in from outside like a giant bat, went to the lectern, and picked up the attendance book.

He had been waiting for this moment for almost a day.

Yesterday he was going to teach Harry a lesson and make James look embarrassed, but Dolly stopped him.

Dolly isn't here today.

“Oh yes,” he said in a low voice, “Harry Potter, that’s our newest—a very famous person.”

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Malfoy immediately led the laughter, no longer worried about Snape punishing him.

Ron was clearly right; Snape and Malfoy had reconciled.

After all, Snape was only angry because Malfoy called Lily a Mudblood, not because he truly abhorred the act of discrimination.

After taking attendance, Snape scanned the entire class with his empty, indifferent gaze, making everyone hold their breath.

Then he said, "You have come here to learn the art of potion making, a discipline with precise formulations and rigorous processes."

"Since there are no silly wands being waved here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that big pot simmering slowly over a low flame, emitting white smoke and a delicate fragrance."

"You will never truly understand the mysterious magic of the fluid that flows into people's veins, which makes people feel excited and confused."

"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."

After finishing his opening remarks, Snape immediately set his sights on Harry.

"Potter!"

What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to mugwort infusion?

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What kind of grass?

What kind of powder is it?

Is there still a solution?

Harry stared in disbelief, then instinctively glanced at Ron and Neville on his left and right, both of whom looked equally bewildered.

Seeing this, Harry understood. It wasn't that he lacked magical knowledge, but rather that this was something they shouldn't be able to understand at this point.

Today is only the first day of school, and they haven't had a herbal medicine class yet. Isn't it natural that they don't know?

“I…I don’t know, sir.”

Harry could only answer truthfully, while Snape curled his lip in disdain.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems fame doesn't mean everything."

As he spoke, Snape scanned everyone, and everyone except Malfoy, who was still mocking Harry, lowered their heads.

Subduing everyone single-handedly was Snape's basic skill.

After all, Hermione wasn't here, and no one was bothering him to embarrass James.

“Let’s try again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you go? Or could you tell me the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum kusnezoffii?”

Harry remained silent; he had no idea what a scalper was.

Malfoy and Gorkcrab were laughing so hard they were shaking, clearly basking in the pleasure of revenge.

Harry could only remain silent.

"I suppose you didn't even open a single book before school started, did you, Potter?"

Snape handed Harry his verdict, and Harry finally couldn't hold back any longer, saying indignantly, "Professor, I've looked through the textbook, but I can't possibly memorize the entire contents of 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms'!"

Hermione did it, and she also asked him and Dolly to do it.

But in the end, they didn't even remember the complete spell.

Snape narrowed his eyes, not only annoyed by Harry's rebuttal, but also with a hint of triumph.

"Potter, Gryffindor will lose a point for talking back to your teacher."

Harry looked up angrily, wanting to say something more, but as if he could see through Snape's expectations, he bit his lip and refused to say another word.

Seeing that Harry had given in, Snape smirked and said, "Let me tell you, Potter, narcissus root powder and artemisia can be mixed together to make a very potent sleeping potion, the Water of Death."

"Bezoar is a type of stone extracted from the stomach of a cow, and it has a very strong detoxifying effect."

"As for Aconitum napellus and Aconitum davidianum, they are the same plant, also collectively known as Aconitum."

"Do you understand? Why don't you write all of this down?"

The classroom was filled with the clatter of turning pages and the scratching of quills as Snape finally gave Harry a break and began his lesson.

However, things didn't get much better for the Gryffindor students afterward.

Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them on how to mix and prepare a simple potion to treat scabies.

He dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were reprimanded, except for Malfoy.

This proves that Ron was right; Malfoy and Snape have reconciled.

Snape even used Malfoy as a prime example, making everyone watch him steam slugs with tentacles.

At this moment, it appears that Neville blew up Seamus Finnigan's cauldron, and the potion inside spilled onto the stone floor, burning holes in the students' shoes.

Everyone screamed and jumped onto the chairs, but Neville was too slow to react and was soaked in the medicine. His body and arms were covered in redness and scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot, you probably put the porcupine quills in before you took the pot off the heat!"

After saying that, he glanced at Neville, whose nose was starting to break out in scabies, and said sternly to Seamus, "Take him to the school hospital."

Then he turned to Harry and said, "Why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quills? Did you think he made a mistake and that made you look good? Gryffindor lost another point because of you."

Harry was furious and wanted to argue with Snape again, but Ron held him back.

An hour later, the two of them practically crawled out of the Potions classroom. He didn't know why Snape hated him so much.

Just because he clashed with Malfoy?

You all look really disheveled.

Dolly and Hermione walked over hand in hand, and Harry, seeing Dolly, looked at her as if she were his savior and quickly said, "Be careful of Snape, he'll get revenge on us."

Ron chimed in, "That's right, Neville went to the hospital."

Dolly guessed that the plot would probably still happen, since Snape bullying Harry wouldn't change, and might even escalate due to previous conflicts.

So Dolly said, "Cheer up and be careful. You can't fight a powerful Slytherin headmaster."

If Harry were a genius, Dolly would have made him teach himself Potions so he could slap Snape in the face.

But this is clearly wishful thinking; even if Snape's old textbook were found, it would be meaningless.

Because that book was "Advanced Potion Making," it didn't contain solutions for potions used by lower-level students.

And even if Harry is a Potions genius, wouldn't Snape deduct points from Harry's score?

He could even deduct points from Harry's score if Harry entered the Potions classroom with his left foot first.

Harry looked dejected. He had to come back to clean up in a little while, and he would have to face Snape's face for the next seven years.

How is he supposed to live like this?

Anyway, sister, you be careful too.

Dolly nodded and walked into the classroom with Hermione.

Since it was two consecutive long classes, Snape did not leave, but instead checked that the students had enough materials for this class and that everything was in good condition.

Although Snape was extremely sarcastic towards Harry and the entire Gryffindor, he at least didn't hold back on his teaching methods.

Of course, if someone still can't learn even after he's said everything he needs to, then they're hopelessly stupid, and Snape doesn't have the patience to teach them step by step.

Moreover, he knew that his actions would incite hatred in many people, making it impossible for them to learn Potions well, but Snape didn't care.

It's the students' loss if they can't learn potions, what does that have to do with Snape?

Snape was just waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on Voldemort; everything else was just for show.

So was Snape a good teacher after all?

Dolly didn't comment on this, but she knew that if she wanted to do something, only Snape could help her.

So Dolly, pulling Hermione along as she looked for a seat in the front row, approached Snape, smiled, and said, "Professor, can we help you?"

Snape was momentarily dazed as he watched Dolly approach him.

However, Dolly is no longer a redhead, and Snape wouldn't easily waver.

He snorted and said, "You don't even know the properties of the medicine. If you interfere, you'll only end up with ugly scabies all over your hands. Go sit and wait for class to start."

Hermione gave Dolly a look that said, "You're asking for trouble," but Dolly wasn't angry and pulled Hermione to sit down.

Soon the school bell rang, and Snape, holding the attendance sheet, suddenly spoke up: "Miss Dursley and Miss Granger, please stand up."

Hermione's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Snape was going to take revenge on them.

After Dolly stood up tremblingly, Snape's face suddenly turned grim, and he said, "I'm not joking."

"None of you still sitting here show even the most basic respect for your teacher!"

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"Of the more than twenty people from the two colleges, not a single one greeted me or offered any help."

"Didn't your parents teach you to respect professors? Do you think it's a given that professors impart knowledge to you?"

“Hogwarts doesn’t charge tuition, and the professors don’t owe you anything.”

Upon hearing this, the vast majority of students lowered their heads in shame.

The students who had just seen Dolly and Hermione trying to help Snape found it somewhat incomprehensible.

You were the one who refused their help!

Most importantly, with your aura that keeps strangers at bay, who would dare to approach you?