Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

In the dim firelight, it was impossible to see what was inside these strangely smelling glass jars.

Terry approached the glass jars, then immediately took two steps back. "Hiss! These are animal specimens? Why are they all so strangely shaped?"

“They should be specimens of magical creatures.” Vizette also came over to examine the specimens carefully. “Some of the transparent hairy monsters should be Invisible Beasts, and the snakes that look like they have bird heads should be Ophiuchus.”

Luna really liked the book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which was also the first textbook she thoroughly studied.

In addition, the specimens are all well preserved, which allows him to easily identify the corresponding species.

What he took for granted opened the eyes of his roommates.

Terry clicked his tongue in amazement, "No wonder you're a problem student in the sorting house... you know so much about it!"

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them is so interesting that I watched it twice," Wizette said.

“It’s not just that, is it?” Chris interjected. “I remember you just said that you copied the textbook?”

Michael scratched his head. "Really? How come I didn't know?"

Chris teased, "It would be strange if you noticed anything with all your mind on the pretty Prefect Penelope!"

The long tables in the classroom were battered and bruised, covered with marks of burning and corrosion.

The Ravenclaw students arrived early, but because of Snape's infamous reputation, none of them chose to sit near the podium.

Terry asked, "Vizet, aren't you going to sit in the back?"

Vizet shook his head. "The lighting here isn't very good. Just to be safe, we should get closer so we can see much better."

"Impressive!" Anthony exclaimed sincerely. "There's a reason why you can understand so much so quickly after the start of the semester!"

“Indeed!” Michael agreed. “To dare to confront Professor Snape requires not only exceptional intelligence but also extraordinary courage.”

Vizette was somewhat amused and exasperated. "It's not that exaggerated, it's just for the convenience of studying. Besides, none of you have even spent any time with Professor Snape, so why are you already afraid of him?"

This Potions class was to be combined with Hufflepuff's, and the classroom was getting increasingly crowded.

However, no matter how many people came, they would choose a seat at the back, as far away from the podium as possible.

Even with five minutes left before class, no one dared to sit in the seat next to Wizette.

Just as the school bell was about to ring, the girl with two golden braids rushed over.

Apart from the tables and chairs under the podium, all the seats near her were occupied, so she had no choice but to sit next to Vizette.

It was Hannah Abbott, the girl who was the first to be sorted into houses.

She wiped the sweat from her cheeks, hurriedly arranged her textbooks, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape entered the classroom as the school bell rang, his black robe billowing as he floated in like a giant bat.

He stood on the podium, looking down at Hannah, whose face was flushed. "Hufflepuff lost a point, and you were almost late for the first class. How dare you?"

Hannah buried her head in her chest, her body trembling slightly, her face turning red, as if she were about to cry at any moment.

The other students fell silent, and the entire classroom seemed to freeze.

"Let's begin roll call." Snape said no more, his tone cold and curt. "Hannah Abbott!"

"Here...here!"

The roll call was very quick, and everyone remained vigilant, responding almost immediately when a name was called.

“That’s right, there’s only one fool today.” Snape’s tone softened slightly once he confirmed that everyone was present.

"If you are beginners and don't even have a sense of time, my advice is to leave here as quickly as possible to avoid harming yourself and others."

"Potionology is a precise and rigorous discipline; both destruction and rebirth are contained within a steaming cauldron."

"I don't really expect you to understand the allure of potions, or what they can truly bring you..."

"All you need to do is follow me exactly, just obediently imitate each step, and wealth, fame, and honor will be within your grasp."

There's a good reason why the students are afraid of Snape.

He was like a king, and the Potions classroom was his palace, where he could control everything, even the students' behavior.

After saying this, he didn't begin the formal lesson, but instead glanced at Vizet out of the corner of his eye.

“Mr. Lovegood, don’t you have a textbook? Why did you bring a children’s picture book to class? This isn’t a drawing class.”

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Michael Corner is quite "interesting" in the Harry Potter series. He dated Ginny and they became boyfriend and girlfriend. Later, Ginny dumped him, and he started dating Cho Chang in the same school year. He's basically confirmed to be a looks-obsessed guy, and he "adjusts his relationships extremely quickly"... All of this is recorded in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. You can check it out if you're interested.

Chapter 32 The Use of the Magic Eye

Vizette stood up and explained calmly, "Professor Snape, my stipend is only thirty Galleons."

"If I used the money to buy new books, I wouldn't have enough to buy the supplies on the list, so I copied down all the textbooks."

"Touching, but like listening to a cheesy inspirational story." Snape said expressionlessly, his voice drawn out, "Since you can even make your own textbooks..."

"You must be quite familiar with the contents, right? What ingredients are used in the formula for the boil treatment solution? What symptoms does it primarily target?"

Upon hearing this, the other students quickly opened their books.

Before they could even turn to the page about the boil treatment solution, Vizette had already spoken.

He explained clearly, “Half a crucible of water, four ground snake fangs, three horned slugs that need to be steamed, two portions of dried nettles, and one porcupine quill.”

"The boil treatment potion is mainly effective against common pustules, measles, and boils. It can also be quite effective for some symptoms of lymph node tuberculosis. As long as it does not involve magical damage, it is a highly effective medicine."

"If the simmering is done properly before adding porcupine quills, pink smoke will rise from the cauldron. The purer the pink smoke, the more skillful the potion master is."

Snape curled his lip, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire classroom. "Why aren't you preparing your materials? Are you waiting for me to serve you?"

Except for Vizet, everyone else shuddered and hurriedly took out the materials and their corresponding quantities.

Snape wasn't idle; he waved his wand, sending various materials flying onto the table, and also wrote key points on the blackboard:

Grind the snake teeth as finely as possible, and frequently lift the lid to observe the horned slugs during steaming. It's best if you can see the black under the transparent skin. Once it starts bubbling, stir it clockwise five times, remove it from the heat, and add the porcupine quills...

Although the method for making the boil treatment solution is not difficult, preparing the materials takes a lot of time and requires meticulous handling.

Even without considering the preparation time, they still need to simmer the potion for at least half an hour to complete it.

In such a tight schedule, they also had to record the time spent on each step and endure Snape's constant inspections.

Snape walked with a swagger, his robes billowing, wandering the classroom like a ghost, sending chills down the spines of almost everyone present.

Faced with the slug covered in slime, Hannah held the tweezers but dared not touch it, her body trembling violently.

Vizette noticed Hannah's troubled expression and pushed Snake Fang towards her. "You handle this, okay? No rush, there's plenty of time."

Hannah nodded with a grateful expression and began grinding her snake fangs with focused concentration.

Wizette used tweezers to pick up six slugs and put them into the steamer.

Under the action of high-temperature steaming, the slug's mucus solidifies, and its body shrinks.

He used his magic eye and discovered that the slugs in the steamer were different.

The slug's loose magic circuits are also converging, and a neat symbol is about to form.

Is this why slugs are steamed?

Vizette thought to herself, without lifting the lid, but simply using her Magic Eye to observe the changes in the symbols.

"Why don't you open the lid?" Snape appeared behind him, his sinister voice ringing out, "Or are you planning to steam the slug for exactly ten minutes, as the book says?"

Hannah's hand trembled, and she almost crushed the mortar.

The people around reacted strongly; they held their breath and dared not exchange a single word.

“Of course not, Professor Snape.” Vizzet didn’t even look up, observing the changes in the slug’s magical circuits. “If you open the lid too often, it will affect the final product.”

“That’s right.” Snape pursed his lips and stood behind Vizet, glancing at the timer next to him from time to time.

Seven minutes later, Wizette picked up the tweezers, removed two of the slugs, quickly put the lid back on, and recorded the time.

Snape's eyes narrowed. The two slugs that had been taken out were translucent, with a deep black beneath their transparent skin.

His cheeks twitched, but he remained silent, arms crossed.

At seven minutes and forty seconds, Wizette opened the lid again, took out the remaining slugs, and recorded the time again.

There were six horned slugs in total. After steaming and boiling, they were all the same size and shape, and their appearance was exactly the same. They were all top-quality products.

“Not bad!” Snape gave Vizet a deep look, then wandered around the classroom again.

The Potions classroom was still very oppressive, but Vizet was not affected by the atmosphere; instead, she enjoyed the quiet environment.

Whether it's a slug, a snake's fang, a dried nettle, or a porcupine quill, they all have their own magical symbols.

With the help of the Magic Eye, Vizet put the ingredients into the pot and cooked them, watching the symbols break and reshape, turning into exquisite and intricate patterns.

He enjoyed the process, feeling like a painter, outlining various materials into interesting pictures.

As Snape said at the beginning—destruction and rebirth are contained in a steaming cauldron.

The mixture in the pot turned a deep green, then a murky blue, and began to bubble vigorously.

Vizette glanced to the side. "Hannah, it's bubbling. Now you should stir it five times clockwise."

"Okay! Okay!" Hannah nodded repeatedly, picked up a spoon, dipped it into the crucible, and carefully stirred it.