The days at Hogwarts

Seamus is truly a genius at explosions; even the Luminescent Charm can turn the table black.

Hermione always instructs people around her on how to wave their wands and cast spells.

Such behavior made others uncomfortable, and except for Loren, Hermione never made any friends.

Loren would not fuss about such a small matter, he knew that Hermione meant no harm.

He responded to Hermione's instructions while saying "Yeah, that makes sense", and then turned around and continued paddling. It was quite funny to see the little girl getting frustrated.

On Wednesday night, they used a telescope to observe the sky, learning the names of the different stars and the paths of the planets, but everyone just took it as a form of entertainment.

The most anticipated class is the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Everyone is curious about the strange magical creatures and the weird dark magic. It would be best if they could learn some spells that can be used.

But Professor Quirrell's first class became a joke. The whole classroom was filled with the smell of garlic, and Professor Quirrell was ridiculed so much that he could hardly maintain order in the classroom...

Potions class is on Friday.

Loren sat next to Harry at breakfast in the restaurant that morning.

"Harry, have you done your homework on the book 'One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi'?" Loren's expression of wanting to watch a show was almost printed on his face.

"I flipped through it before school started, but I didn't read it carefully." Harry saw that Loren looked a little confused. "Why do you ask? Will there be a test before the Potions class starts?"

"I don't know whether you will take the test or not, but I noticed that there is a black spot on your forehead. Today will not be a smooth day." Loren's tone became unfathomable.

Hermione interrupted: "What kind of magic is this? I have never seen it before."

Loren was just about to say a few words when an email arrived.

During meal times at Hogwarts, owls would fly in through the skylight, find their respective owners, and drop letters or packages in front of them.

Hedwig, with her snow-white feathers, flew over and landed in front of Harry, placing a note on his plate.

Loren saw the right moment and picked Hedwig up and stroked her.

"Coo, coo!" Hedwig flapped her wings and tried to struggle, but soon became docile after being fed with jam, bread and candy. Hermione was jealous and took the opportunity to touch her twice.

Harry read the note. It was from Hagrid.

"Dear Harry,

I know you don't have classes on Friday afternoon, so could you come over for tea with me around 3pm? I'd love to hear about your first week. Please ask Hedwig to get back to me.

Hagrid

"Ron, Loren, how about you guys accompany me to meet a friend on Friday?"

Harry put the note away and invited Ron and Lauren to join him. "Hagrid is the key keeper of our school. He lives in the Forbidden Forest. He is a kind big man."

"We can visit the Forbidden Forest!" Ron opened his mouth in surprise.

Loren also wanted to see the Forbidden Forest, which would be a convenient place for him to practice magic in the future.

They both agreed, and Harry wrote a reply and asked Hedwig to take it back to Hagrid.

The Potions classroom is underground and is a little colder than the main building of the castle. Glass jars containing animal specimens are placed along the walls around the classroom.

Loren has a complicated feeling towards Professor Snape. He is undoubtedly a good person, but as the saying goes: What is the saddest thing? You meet someone, make a mistake, and want to make amends and pay it back, but in the end you find that you are powerless to make amends. The sin you committed can never be made up. We can never pay back the sins we committed...

However, you still have to have a good relationship with Professor Snape, as Grandpa Bates's wolfsbane potion still depends on him, and you should learn how to configure it best.

If not, I can buy it from him, but I don’t know what the price is.

The Half-Blood Prince's notebook seemed to be at the back of the classroom. Loren planned to look for it later, but it was better not to do anything naughty at the beginning of the school year.

Chapter 17 Potions Opening Scene

"Harry Potter."

Professor Snape was a little dazed when he read the name.

"Yes!" Harry responded.

Professor Snape looked into those eyes and his breathing quickened a little.

Green, hidden behind the glasses, reflected the faint light in the basement, like the green light reflected on broken glass in the darkness of the night.

It was so similar, for a moment it seemed like Lily was really looking at him. He wanted to apologize to her. When young, people are always inferior and conceited. When they are angry, some words come out of their mouths. Before he can figure out how to explain his unintentional words, the two of them drifted away, and the inferior and conceited person went to the other extreme.

Maybe there was still a glimmer of hope before that. He wanted to prove himself and show those people how talented he was, but he ended up pushing her into the abyss with his own hands. Life is so fragile and irreversible. He was willing to exchange his death for Lily, but some people can never come back.

This world is so boring, darkness is always the main theme, but you can't die easily, you have to pay for your sins, and make some people pay the price...

Snape supported the table and looked at the next person on the list.

Loren was the only one present who noticed something strange about Professor Snape.

When he read Loren's name, Snape also looked at him deeply.

This made Loren guess that Dumbledore should have communicated with the professors about the rat Scabbers. It was impossible for the professors not to be informed when there was a dark wizard in the school.

After counting the students, Professor Snape introduced them to the great subject of Potions as usual.

"No waving of wands and no chanting of spells in my class," Snape began his low incantation.

"Personally, I do not expect some of you to be able to comprehend the techniques and mysteries of Potions."

"However, for those few who are gifted, I can teach you how to confuse people's minds and imprison their senses."

"I can teach you how to can fame, brew honor, and even immortality."

I don’t know if Professor Snape says this to freshmen every year, but Snape’s words, which sound like poetry recitation, are fascinating.

Harry, who was standing next to him, wrote these down in his notebook. He felt that the professor's attitude was not very friendly, but he still wrote down what he said.

Snape also noticed that Harry was writing and drawing below, with his head down, and his eccentric look was somewhat similar to James, and a feeling of irritation surged in his heart:

"Perhaps, some people in Hogwarts feel that they are very confident because they are famous."

"I feel like I don't have to listen carefully!" The aria became a little turbulent here.

"Potter! Tell me, what will I get if I add powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape suddenly asked.

Harry was a little flustered and looked at Ron, who was also stunned.

The Slytherin students were gloating over this scene. This was their head of house, and he would definitely deal with Gryffindor. On the other hand, the little lions were all a little confused. Did they have to answer questions in the first lesson?

Hermione was so excited that she almost raised her hands, and she almost had "I know this question! Ask me!" printed on her face.

Harry had no choice but to tell the truth: "I don't know, sir."

Snape looked at him, as if he wanted to see something from Harry's body: "It seems that fame doesn't mean everything. Then let's change the question. If we want to find bezoar, where should we start?"

Hermione raised her arms high into the air.

Harry glanced at the person next to him, "I don't know, sir."

Snape then asked, "So what is the difference between Aconitum chamaejasme and Aconitum naviculatum?"

Lauren and Ron looked at Harry with pity. Hermione wanted to stand up and answer directly, but she suppressed the impulse and raised her hand straight up without leaving the stool.

Harry felt helpless, but also understood that this was making things difficult for himself. "I don't know, sir." His tone became more relaxed. He couldn't answer it anyway, so he started talking.

"So, it's a shame, it's just a name, isn't it, Mr. Potter." Snape didn't sound regretful at all, but rather felt relieved.

Harry was a little annoyed, and said with a hint of thorns: "Obviously Hermione knows the answer. It would be a pity not to let her answer it."

Several students laughed out loud.

Snape glanced at them and said softly, "Silence."

The students all sensed a tangible pressure, and their laughter was suppressed.

Hermione was still trying to raise her hands. Snape walked up to her and the sound of his footsteps made the classroom even quieter. "Put your hands down, silly girl!"

Hermione felt a little disappointed, but she still lowered her raised hand.

At this time, Snape turned his gaze to Loren and stared into his eyes. "Some people have a little talent and are equally self-righteous."

Dumbledore told him about Loren's strange eyes. In order to deal with the Animagus that had been hiding in the Weasley family for more than ten years, Snape prepared some potions and worked until late at night for the past few nights.

Loren was confused and asked, "Why are you firing at me? My eyes are not green."

"Loren Morgan, you answer these questions."

Loren knew that Professor Snape would give Harry a hard time in the first potions class, but he couldn't remember exactly what questions he had asked, so he couldn't tell Harry the answers in advance. But before school started, Loren read the potions textbooks carefully for alchemy and wolfsbane potion, and memorized all the knowledge points.

"Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill - the Living Hell Decoction."

"Bezoar can be found in the stomach of a cow."

"Aconitum scapulae and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same plant, collectively called Aconitum."

Loren answered them one by one. These were indeed not profound knowledge.

Snape didn't succeed, and stopped paying attention to Loren. He turned around and scolded other students: "Why don't you write all this down?"

Then the classroom was filled with the sound of feather pens writing on parchment.

Amid the noise, Snape spoke up: "Potter talked back to the teacher, Gryffindor will deduct 5 points for this."

A few little lions pouted and answered the question without adding anything.

Loren didn't have any idea. To get involved in the society, one had to have background and influence. The points deduction would not affect the college cup.

Chapter 18: Harry in Doubt

The Potions class continued, and Professor Snape's attitude towards other Gryffindor students was equally bad.

Students worked in pairs to mix a simple potion to treat scabies, which required weighing dried nettles, crushing snake fangs and steaming slugs with tentacles.

Snape praised Malfoy for this step, and the blond boy really handled it perfectly.

The most dangerous step is to add the porcupine quills. The book says that if this step is handled incorrectly, there will be big trouble. Soon everyone knows what this big trouble is.

Neville and Seamus were in a team and put the porcupine quills in before they took the pot off the fire.

A thick acidic green smoke suddenly came out of the pot, and then the pot suddenly twisted and shrank into a ball, and the potion inside suddenly spilled out, flowing all over the stone slabs, making a corrosive hissing sound.

"what!"

The people next to them quickly stood on the stools, and the others followed suit. A few of the slower ones had a big hole burned in their shoes.

No one was hurt, except Neville, whose arms and thighs were splashed with the potion, corroding and tearing his clothes, and his skin, which was touched by the potion, quickly broke out into red and swollen scabies.

Neville couldn't bear the pain and squatted on the ground wailing. He wanted to cover the wound with his hand, but the pain became even more intense when he touched it, and pus was squeezed out.

Loren, Ron and the others felt very uncomfortable watching this, but there was nothing they could do.

Snape came over, staring at Neville fiercely, looking very angry.

He waved his wand to clear the potion on the ground, then turned the wand and quickly cast several healing spells at Neville, which made Neville's wailing quieter.

Snape pulled out a small black bottle from his arms, poured out a drop of white, tree sap-like substance, mixed it with the potion for treating scabies, and applied it to Neville's wound.

The red and swollen scabies subsided quickly, leaving only some red marks. Neville couldn't help but reach out to touch it, and shuddered in pain again.

Snape saw this scene after he finished his work, and finally cursed: "Stupid thing, I think you put the porcupine quills in without taking the pot off the fire, right?"

Neville was scolded and cried, sobbing.

"Send him to the ward in the school infirmary. I'm only treating him temporarily. He will need further treatment from the doctor."

Snape couldn't stand it anymore and gave orders to Seamus beside him.

Seamus helped Neville up and went to the school infirmary.

Hermione was a little scared and angry. She bit her lip and said hatefully, "It's too scary. There are no safety measures in the experimental classes here!"

Lauren's only impression of the Potions class in the movie was the part where Harry was teased at the beginning, and the unexpected incident at the end also scared him. However, Lauren comforted Hermione: "This was just an accident, and everyone will be more cautious in the future."

The students around him got down from their stools and sat down again one after another. Some students praised Professor Snape for being worthy of being the master of potions.

Before Harry recovered from the shock, Snape started to act up again: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills? Do you think you are good just because he made a mistake? Another five points deducted from Gryffindor."

Harry was a little depressed. He didn't know about the grudge between his parents and didn't understand why Snape hated him so much.

An hour later, the Potions class ended.

After lunch, the three of them went to keep their appointment with Hagrid. Walking through the fields, the sun generously sprinkled on the three of them, making them feel warm and relieved from the Potions class.

"Ah~"

Loren had spent the past few years in the wilderness, and this kind of scene made him feel more comfortable, running a few steps on the grass and stopping to pull unknown weeds and flowers. Harry and Ron were also infected by this enthusiasm and ran and stopped.