Harry Potter Returns from Baldur's Gate

This also puts the progress of this potion far ahead in the classroom.

Although when Snape first walked into the classroom, he looked like, "You can touch me as you like."

But when the little wizards began to brew the potion, Snape walked down from the podium and patrolled the classroom like a big bat.

After watching the little wizards' various operations, they either walked away silently, or sighed heavily as if they had seen something unspeakable, and then left with their hands behind their backs.

Only two confused little wizards were left standing beside the crucible, not knowing what they had done wrong.

In addition to sighing, Snape also did something else.

For example, when Crabbe and Goyle did something to their cauldron, making this ordinary cauldron look like the entrance to hell with a blazing red light coming out.

Snape waved his wand and made the pot of strange soup that looked like it was going to cause trouble disappear.

Then he looked at Crabbe and Goyle expressionlessly, threw down a word "redo", and continued to patrol the classroom with his hands behind his back.

Crabbe and Goyle were not the only two unlucky guys who had problems brewing potions.

Seamus and Dean did something unknown while stirring the cauldron.

So much so that a small explosion and fire occurred on the operating table.

However, this little accident was resolved after Snape waved his wand.

Compared with Harry and Hermione who cooperated well, although Draco and Ron did not cause an explosion or cook up a pot of hell, the cooperation between them was a disaster.

Draco processed the ingredients much faster than Ron brewed the potion.

So, like a typical adventurer, after Draco had nothing to do with his hands, he started to move his mouth.

"Stir it. Twenty-one times counterclockwise, then one time clockwise. Is that difficult?"

"Adjust the fire. The medicine is about to boil. You really don't need to control the fire."

"Put the ingredients in evenly. Aren't you afraid of some lumps forming when you put it in?"

At first Ron could still tolerate Draco's nagging, but after Draco naggled too much.

Ron, unable to bear it any longer, exploded.

"Am I the one who is brewing the potion now? Or are you the one who is brewing the potion? You can make the potion, you ...

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a strong hand grabbed the top of Ron's head.

"Weasley, why are you so loud? Do you have something you want to share with the whole class?"

As Snape's voice sounded behind him, Ron, who had just waved his fist at Draco angrily, now became as obedient as a kitten whose fate was strangled by the scruff of the neck.

"No...no..."

"Then keep your voice down next time and Gryffindor will deduct two points."

Snape released Ron's head and allowed Ron to continue brewing his potion.

But this time Snape did not walk away with his hands behind his back, but stood behind Harry.

Watching Harry and Hermione brewing the potion in a highly coordinated way.

After watching for a long time, Snape left without saying a word.

Harry didn't know if it was his illusion, but Snape's steps seemed to be heavier when he left him.

With ten minutes left before the end of get out of class, Harry and Hermione finished making the potion.

Compare it with the description in the textbook, whether it is the color, viscosity, or the rather strange description of steam rising from the pot.

Apart from the fact that he couldn't use it, Harry felt that this should be a standard potion for treating boils.

After all, the good thing about being a paladin is that you never have to worry about getting sick.

Even if you are wearing the king's new clothes in the middle of winter and running wildly in the snow, you don't have to worry about getting sick.

Of course, if you freeze to death because the waves are too high, that is another matter.

Putting the potion in a glass bottle, Harry took the bottle and put it on the table. After patrolling the classroom twice, he returned to Snape who was sitting at the back of the lecture hall.

"Professor, I'm done."

Snape looked at Harry, then at the potion Harry had placed on the podium.

"You did, but are you sure you made the right potion?"

Harry looked at Snape, who had no cousin, and a string of question marks popped up above his head.

According to the description in the textbook, this potion of mine should undoubtedly be considered a correct and successful potion. Is there something I did wrong?

Harry picked up the bottle of potion he had placed on the table and wanted to check it again.

Snape suddenly said, "Don't waste my time with something you're not even sure is right. One point deducted from Gryffindor."

055 I think there is absolutely no problem!

"But, Professor Snape, I am not..."

Before Harry could finish his words, Snape interrupted him again.

"I don't know how you are doing in other subjects, but in Potions..."

Harry, who was being stared at by Snape at this moment, suddenly had a bad feeling.

The last time Harry had this feeling was when he knocked down an old man with a Holy Slash and a huge skeleton that could summon a scythe flew out from a deep well.

Although not as intimidating as the skeleton, the feeling that it was neither far nor far away still made Harry's nerves tense instantly.

"Students are not allowed to talk back to professors. Gryffindor will deduct one point. Go back and check it before submitting it."

After Snape finished speaking, he leaned back in his chair.

The oppressive feeling dissipated instantly, making Harry feel as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

But Harry believed that it was definitely not an illusion.

The man in front of him was definitely not a simple person. He knew Aunt Petunia, and maybe he could learn something about his parents' past from him.

After all, apart from knowing that his father was very good at Quidditch, he knew almost nothing about them.

As a paladin, in addition to knowing where you are going, it is equally important to know where you come from.

Although he wanted to know something about his parents' past from Snape, now was obviously not the right time to ask.

In line with the most simple way of adventurers to get closer to each other, Harry planned to perform well in Potions class and try to get closer to Professor Snape before asking this question.

Professor Snape's hair is very oily. Maybe it would be a good idea to give him a bottle of Muggle shampoo for Christmas?

Besides, Professor Snape's hair is quite long, so why not give him a bottle of conditioner?

According to Aunt Petunia's age, Professor Snape should have been born in the 1960s.

So what was the most popular thing in the 1960s? Naturally, hippies and the Beatles!

The fact that he was an old acquaintance of Aunt Petunia naturally proved that Professor Snape had also been in the Muggle world in the past.

At this moment, a brilliant idea flashed through Harry's mind, and he felt that he had completely understood why Professor Snape kept long hair and didn't wash his hair.

Growing long hair is naturally influenced by hippies, especially the curls at the ends of the hair, isn’t that hippie curls?

The purpose of having greasy hair is to make your hair shiny like the Beatles' hair.

As for other parts of hippie culture, just looking at Snape being the Potions professor, you know you don't have to worry about it and all you have to do is send a hair care kit.

At this moment, Harry felt that he had found a perfect way to get along well with Professor Snape.

By the time Harry returned to his seat with the bottle of potion, he had already made a list of gifts for Professor Snape for Christmas in his mind.

It includes a bottle of Muggle shampoo, a bottle of conditioner, and a set of hair curling tools.

As for the other hippie standard features, Harry felt that Snape had become the Potions Professor, so it would be better for him not to make a fool of himself.

"what happened?"

Hermione felt a little strange when she saw Harry coming back with the bottle of potion.

"Professor Snape asked me to bring it back for further inspection."

Almost visibly, a question mark popped up above Hermione's head.

Hermione picked up the spoon, checked it several times, and compared it with the textbook and the blackboard several times, then stared at Harry with wide eyes.

"This potion is fine."

As Hermione checked the potion, Harry also checked it.

Although he didn't have a boil on his body, after checking the potion again, Harry felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

He looked at the potion in his hand, then at Hermione in front of him, and then at Snape who was sitting behind the podium with his feet up.

Harry took a deep breath and walked towards the podium with the bottle of potion.

"Professor, this is my potion."

"Have you finished checking?"

Snape glanced at Harry.

"Find out where you went wrong?"

"No, I think there is nothing wrong with my potion."

"Is there really no problem?"

Hearing Harry's words, Snape's eyes became sharp, and his tone of voice seemed as if Harry had made a low-level mistake and he hadn't discovered it yet.

"No problem at all."

Harry looked at Snape calmly.

Snape raised his wand and waved it gently at Harry's glass bottle of potion, and spoke to Harry as the potion in the bottle disappeared.

"Remember, stick to your own opinion, Potter, and don't let others easily influence you. This potion is O, and Gryffindor gets two points."

"Thank you, Professor."

Just as Harry picked up his glass bottle and returned to his seat, Seamus, who saw the interaction between Harry and Professor Snape, immediately filled a bottle of potion and came to Snape's podium.

"Professor, my potion is ready too."