Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 22 The Old, Reserved Man

"Coward, don't think you can just let this go!"

Luo Bin muttered with a cold laugh.

"Robin, what did you say? I didn't hear you," Ron asked.

"Didn't say anything. Let's go, to Potions class!"

Potions class was held in a large underground classroom. Along the way, Ron kept asking Robin for tips on how to scare off Malfoy.

He imitated Robin, putting on a stern face, furrowing his brows, and staring intently, exuding an aura of "I've been constipated for a year."

Yes, that's right. When Ron makes the same facial expressions and gestures, it doesn't look like he's angry or about to unleash a powerful attack; instead, it looks like he's suffering from the ultimate constipation.

Ron's lively and mischievous personality kept Harry entertained, but he quieted down as soon as he entered the Potions classroom.

Because the classroom walls were covered with many bottles and jars, each containing an animal with dead fish eyes, and because it was a basement where the temperature was much lower than in the main castle building, a sense of gloom and terror arose spontaneously.

Ron didn't even dare to utter a sound, let alone become a meme master.

After the school bell rang, Snape, dressed in a black robe, walked up to the podium, picked up the roster and began calling out names. When he called out Harry Potter's name, he deliberately paused for a few seconds.

"Oh yes, that's right! Harry Potter, a famous figure in the wizarding world, Potter, ha!"

That light snort, was it aimed at Harry Potter or James Potter?

After calling out the names, Snape swept his cold, empty eyes over everyone in the audience. The timid Neville Longbottom was almost brought to tears by his glare.

"Potion brewing is a precise science and a rigorous process. Remember, you are here to learn, not to experience fear!"

Snape's voice was very deep, only slightly higher than a whisper, but everyone in the audience could hear every word he said.

His face was cold as he scanned the room before continuing, "The process of concocting potions doesn't require foolishly waving wands. I'm sure most of you don't believe potions are magic. After all, only a small minority can truly grasp the wonder of various magical herbs, gently stirred by a low flame, boiling in a cauldron, releasing fragrant aromas, and fusing together to create something new with wondrous magical power."

"In my class, I can teach you how to concoct low-level, mid-level, and high-level potions, but only if you're not mindless idiots."

Robin: ...

Well, there's a reason why Snape was hated by 90% of the students!

According to him, later on, anyone who doesn't do well in Potions class will be considered a fool!

The opening remarks for the first lesson ended with a personal attack, 6!

After the opening remarks, the classroom fell silent!

Stab it!

Robin turned his head toward the source of the piercing sound and saw Hermione with her chest pressed tightly against the edge of the desk, her back ramrod straight, her right arm resting flat on the desk over her left, looking every bit the model student.

Suddenly, Robin felt a poke in the arm. He turned around and saw Snape staring at him with an unfriendly look.

"Potter, stand up and answer the question!" Snape said coldly.

"Ah, me?"

Harry couldn't understand why Robin was the one who was daydreaming, but he was the one who was called to stand up, but he still stood up.

"If I add a spoonful of daffodil root powder to a small bottle of mugwort infusion, what will I get?"

"Me, me."

Harry lowered his head and glanced sideways, seeking help from Robin and Ron. Ron shrugged, indicating that he didn't know the answer either, while Robin picked up a quill, scribbled a note, and handed it to Harry.

"Life-Saving Water, a very potent sleeping pill!"

After reading it, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, hoping that Snape would spare him and let him sit down.

But the old bat clearly wasn't going to let him go!

"If I assigned you homework to find a piece of dung, where would you look for it?"

"Me, me."

With the same drawn-out tone and the same pleading look, Robin reluctantly handed Harry another note.

"Goat, go to a hunter or slaughterhouse, cut open the goat's stomach, remove the gastric stones, which are malathion stones, and they have a strong detoxification effect."

After reading it, Harry crumpled the note into a small ball and stuffed it into his sleeve, afraid that Snape would find it.

"One last question: what's the difference between *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum davidii*?"

The old bat gave Luo Bin, who was scribbling away, a cold glance before adding, "Think for yourself. No one's going to pass you notes during the exam!"

"Me, me."

Harry stammered, neither daring to look up at Snape nor glancing sideways at Robin for help.

Robin, putting down his pen: Did you think that you couldn't pass on the answer without passing a note? How ridiculous!

He put his hand under the desk, stretched it to the side, made a "V" sign, then withdrew one finger. Harry immediately understood.

"It's the same plant!"

"Ha! Robin Lestrange, stand up and answer the question!"

Robin stood up in response, looking directly into Snape's cold, empty eyes. He couldn't understand how someone could be so reserved as to apologize, express love, and feel remorse in such a cryptic way.

These three classic questions each contain a hidden meaning!

The first question is about daffodils, which sound like "lily" in Chinese. The flower language of daffodils is regret taken to the grave. The flower language of mugwort is bitter sorrow. Translated, it means that I am filled with remorse and grief over Lily's death.

The second question is about dung stones, which can cure all poisons, but cannot cure the poison of emptiness and nothingness, such as Snape's empty mind.

The third question, "Bottle-shaped aconite and wolfsbane aconite," is a metaphor by Snape for his double agent identity.

This metaphor is as winding as a mountain road; who could possibly guess it?

Tsk, you old brooding pervert, if you were just more straightforward, you would have already won the heart of a beauty, wouldn't you?

After internally ranting, Luo Bin straightened up and waited for the old bat to ask a question.

Snapped!

Snape closed his textbook and asked coldly, "What would I get if I dripped the concentrated juice of fireworms into the infusion of snakegrass?"

"Fluorescent liquid, a fluorescent liquid that can drift automatically when sprayed into the air!"

Fireflies are the name given to fireflies by wizards. Snake-like grass is a plant that crawls on the ground and twists its stems to scare away intruders at the slightest breeze.

Coincidentally, Bill's collection of extracurricular readings touched upon this point of knowledge.

How to cultivate Cornwo fungi?

Upon hearing the question, Luo Bin's eyes lit up.

Wow, another easy question!

After preparing his answer in his head, he replied at lightning speed: "Kangwo fungus has high medicinal value. The plant can be sliced, dried, crushed, and added to flour to make bread, which can treat indigestion in infants and young children."

"Kangwo fungal spores have a very strong inhibitory effect on other bacteria. When combined with herbs such as honey, herbal juice, and gastrodia root powder, they can treat various diseases caused by fungal infections."

"Because the Cornwo fungus and the 'Glossy G ...

"Select nutrient-rich, loose soil with a moisture content of over 20%. After sowing the 'Glossy Jasmine' seeds, keep the temperature between 25 and 28 degrees Celsius. Once the 'Glossy Jasmine' flowers, sprinkle the 'Konvo Fungal Spores' onto the flower stamens."

"Wait a week, and the spores will grow!"

Luo Bin finished speaking in one breath, leaving the freshmen dumbfounded!

Damn, in the first week of school, some people are already overtaking us on a curve and engaging in fierce competition. How do we deal with this?

(End of this chapter)