Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

She looked obviously worried - even though she was a Muggle wizard, she had heard a little about the behavior of pure-blood families.

"It's okay, Hermione."

Ryan smiled at Hermione and said, "I met with Headmaster Dumbledore last night."

Then Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.

While the little wizards were discussing, the classroom door opened.

The young Slytherin wizards, wearing their school wizard robes, walked into the classroom with gloomy faces.

So the little lions in the classroom immediately booed.

"Zabini, why do you have a new scar on your face?"

Seamus shouted.

Ryan knew about his past with Blaise Zabini, who had mocked Seamus's spell failure at lunch.

Of course, if that were all, it would be fine - Seamus is not a stingy person.

But the key is...

"I heard your mother chose to marry a Muggle before giving birth to you? Maybe the reason you explode every time you cast a spell is because you inherited her brain!"

This sentence almost led to a duel between Seamus and Zabini in the auditorium. In the end, they were interrupted by Professor Quirrell who was passing by. But when the professor stopped him, Seamus was still hit by a tickling curse cast by Zabini on his waist, and he was itchy for three whole days.

The two of them became enemies from then on.

Seeing that Zabini didn't respond, Simo raised his voice even more: "Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me?"

So Zabini and a group of Slytherin wizards immediately turned around and saw Ryan sitting next to Seamus.

Although Ryan just sat there and didn't say anything.

But there was still fear and dread in the eyes of the little snakes, and some even had a bit of awe.

They didn't say much and sat down despite the ridicule of the little lions.

Seamus sat down readily, and Ron behind him said excitedly, "Did you see Malfoy? His face looks like a pickled onion. I bet he's completely terrified!"

In fact, you don't look very good either, Mr. Weasley.

Ryan wanted to say that, but in the end he could only shake his head.

He had little desire to see such obvious hostility between the students of Hogwarts.

But there was no way, the hatred between Gryffindor and Slytherin was really too deep.

There is still a long way to go to restore Hogwarts to the state it was in when the four giants first founded it a thousand years ago.

However, Ryan is not in a hurry - he is still young and has a long time to go.

What's more, he has now successfully taken the first step.

He saw the expressions and attitudes of the little wizards in the Snake Academy and did not find it strange.

He didn't expect a duel and a simple moral lesson to bring about any fundamental changes in them - more than ten years of being influenced by the doctrine of 'pure-blood supremacy' was not something that could be easily changed.

But at least now they understand awe and fear, which is a good start.

Just like what Gryffindor said in Ryan's memory.

"Young people always make mistakes and go down the wrong path."

His teacher, who had a strong sense of justice, liked a saying from an ancient Eastern country.

"First deter their evil, then change their nature, and only then can they be rectified."

But at this moment...

"boom!"

The classroom door was pushed open, and a huge bat walked into its nest.

Chapter 38: Extinct ancient potion ingredients? I have them!

As Snape walked into the classroom, the whole classroom suddenly became quiet.

"From what I understand, you are here to study this subject which is a precise science and a rigorous craft."

He walked to the podium and spoke slowly, his voice low but clear and resounding.

"There's no silly wand-waving going on here, so some of you might not believe it's magic."

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron, emitting white smoke and wafting fragrant aromas... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death."

"But before that, I'm afraid you'll have to clean up some of the stupid stuff first—like, like, inappropriate cheering."

His eyes swept over the little wizards below, lingered briefly on Ryan and Harry, and snorted coldly.

"Mr. Potter."

He spoke suddenly.

Harry looked up in surprise and stood up subconsciously.

"You are a famous person, even more famous than some people who don't know what it means to respect professors."

Snape's lips barely moved as he looked at Harry sharply.

"So could you tell me... what you get if you add powdered narcissus root to a wormwood infusion?"

The answer was the water of life and death—Lian immediately recalled the answer.

Water of Life and Death, a powerful sleeping pill that can put a person into a deep sleep like death after taking it.

Therefore, it is also called the 'Living Hell Potion' and was very common in the wizarding world thousands of years ago.

Brewing this potion was not simple. Ryan had read the book from Flourish and Blotts and found that in "Advanced Potion Making", it was mentioned that this kind of potion should be learned and made by wizards at least in the sixth grade.

In other words, this is a question that is clearly beyond the scope of the exam - Snape is targeting Harry.

but...

"Why Harry?"

Ryan was a little confused.

Even if Snape was angry about Slytherin's affairs, he should have been the one who made things difficult for him since he was the instigator.

And Ryan noticed that Snape's gaze had just lingered on Harry's face and eyes for some time.

It was obviously impossible that he was jealous of Harry's looks - Ryan felt that the most handsome little wizard in the classroom was someone else.

so...

"Maybe he knew Harry's parents? And had conflicts with them?"

This was one of the reasonable explanations Ryan could think of.

In addition to this explanation, there is another explanation that is also very reasonable.

"Harry's most special identity is 'The Boy Who Lived'. Perhaps Snape was once related to the Dark Lord? Calculating the time makes it possible..."

Ryan guessed so in his heart.

But he tended to think that this possibility was small - because if Snape was related to the Dark Lord, there was no reason for him to still teach at Hogwarts.

But while he was guessing, Harry was being tortured by Snape.

He certainly didn't answer Snape's question, and the latter asked him two more questions in quick succession.

"Obviously, fame has nothing to do with knowledge."

"Mr. Potter doesn't know the effects of bezoar, nor does he know that there is no difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum davidianum."

Snape said sarcastically, "Of course, if Mr. Potter still has an ounce of wizard wisdom, he should pick up a pen and write down my answer instead of standing there like a troll."

And when Harry couldn't help but open his mouth to refute, Snape took the opportunity to deduct one point from Gryffindor.

"For talking back to the professor, I have to point out - Mr. Potter clearly lacks etiquette as well."

Harry nearly gnashed his teeth when Snape turned and left.

He seemed to be able to hear the low laughter of many young wizards from the Snake Academy behind him.

So even though this Potions class had only started for less than three minutes, Harry was already certain that Snape would surpass Professor Quirrell's status and become his most hated professor, no doubt about it!

Soon, the Gryffindor students discovered that Professor Snape seemed even more disgusting than the rumors!

"Mr. Longbottom, you've probably forgotten far more steps than your brain can handle, which is why even the simplest scabies potion turned into a pot of toad vomit. I told you to stir it three times before adding the dried nettles, and you've clearly done it all wrong."

"Mr. Weasley, don't stare at your professor like that, unless you want to prove that your upbringing is as poor as your potion-making skills."

He roamed among the crowd, spewing vicious venom at the students.

This made Neville, who was usually good-tempered, blush with anger - the last time he was so angry was when Malfoy insulted his parents.

Soon, Ryan and Hermione were the only two people in the entire Lion Court who had not been humiliated by Snape.

In fact, these two recognized academic masters among this year's young wizards quickly and successfully brewed the work of this class - a pot of qualified scabies potion.

but...

"The color isn't transparent enough. Apparently, at least half a portion of snake tooth powder was added... Miss Granger, if this potion satisfies you, then perhaps you can become a leprechaun brewing potions in Diagon Alley."

Snape proved with his actions that nitpicking can find faults in everything.

But when he came to Ryan's Crucible.

"..."

Looking at the pot of potion in front of Ryan, Snape felt a little uncertain for a moment.

Even with his level of potion making, he had to admit that Ryan's scabies potion was brewed impeccably.

But after seeing Ryan's smiling face, Snape sneered: "It seems that our genius is very proud of his potion level."

He snorted, his eyes sharp. "Perhaps you could tell me what the dark grey potion is that is produced by boiling belladonna essence, lemon juice, fire ash snake eggs, and acromantula venom with a pure gold stirring rod?"

At this point, even the young wizards who knew nothing about potions could understand - just like Harry, this was definitely Snape deliberately making things difficult for Ryan.

Because even Hermione had never heard of most of the material.

But Ryan just smiled and said.