The years of welding at Hogwarts

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and write it down! Do you know everything I said?"

Every little wizard trembled under the pressure of Snape's extremely strong aura.

Amid the rustling sound of quills rubbing against parchment in the classroom, Snape spoke again, like a poisonous snake spraying venom.

"In this class, I will teach you how to make a simple potion to treat scabies. Throw away that outdated thing in your hand. We don't need it."

He knocked on the blackboard covered with notes, "I have written down the steps for brewing the potion here."

"If you find that the steps on the blackboard are different from those in the book, don't doubt it, just follow the steps I wrote."

Snape casually pointed to a textbook spread out in front of a young wizard in the front row and said, "The textbook in your hands is fifty years old."

"No offense, but it's definitely outdated."

"Potion science knowledge is changing with each passing day. Although the brewing method recorded in that book is correct, it is not the best one."

"The so-called perfect method of brewing potions has never existed in history. Do you understand?"

Noah carefully compared the contents on the blackboard and in the textbook. Although they finally brewed the same potion, there were huge differences between the two.

Except for the four main ingredients needed to prepare the potion, which cannot be changed, almost everything else has been improved by Snape.

All I can say is that he is worthy of being the man who optimized all the potions recorded in the Potions textbook while he was still studying at Hogwarts.

What an amazing talent for potions.

After briefly explaining the main steps of making scabies potion, Snape walked to a row of large cabinets on the right side of the classroom.

He tapped the potion label on the cupboard with his wand.

"From now on, all the potion materials we need for each class will be stored in this cabinet."

"Now, come up and collect the potion ingredients you will use for this class."

……

The Potions class continued, and after the theory came the practical part.

Snape divided all the students into groups of two, and then dragged his long black cloak around the classroom like a venomous snake patrolling its territory.

Once he finds a student operating the student improperly or making mistakes in the steps, he will open his mouth with sharp fangs and scold the student.

"Are you a pig? Use your almond-sized brain to think carefully. What you are doing is called crushing fangs!?"

Snape grabbed a mortar from a Gryffindor student's desk and slammed it upside down on the table. The viper fang powder inside was poured onto the table.

"I said mash! Not grind!"

The little lion, who was caught and sprayed, was shaking like a sieve. It was not until Snape left that he regained a little strength. He swept the powder on the table aside with a wronged look, picked up a handful of fangs and threw them into the mortar, then began to pound the fangs with difficulty with his still trembling hands.

Almost all the students in the classroom were scolded by Snape, and only the two-person team of Draco and Noah survived.

After patrolling the classroom, Snape came to Noah and Draco like a lingering cold wind, flapping his wings.

He studied the cauldron over the flames before Draco.

"You should all see the way Draco steams slugs, so you can fill your empty skulls with a little extra filling."

Noah rolled his eyes. His technique of steaming slugs was obviously much better than Draco's. Why didn't Snape use his steaming technique as an example?

Just then, a loud hissing sound came from the direction of Gryffindor on Noah's left.

Almost subconsciously, he dropped the porcupine quill in his left hand, and a circular magic shield with a diameter of more than one meter appeared in Noah's left hand, shielding him and Draco together.

Hiding behind the shield.

The next scene gave Noah his first deep understanding of the poem "The smoke from the big mushroom is straight, the setting sun is round with a long core".

A deafening roar instantly exploded in the classroom, and an extremely hot orange-red flame spread out from the center of the explosion, like a seductive red lotus blooming.

Thick acidic green smoke rose slowly in a mushroom shape, and the splashing potion was like flowers scattered by a fairy.

What does "The east wind blows thousands of flowers into bloom at night, and blows down stars like rain" mean?

That's it.

The tiny drops of liquid medicine soaked almost everyone in the classroom. All those who were splashed with the liquid developed red and swollen scabies on the parts of their bodies that came into contact with the liquid, and they all screamed in pain.

For a moment, the classroom was filled with crying and shouting.

What’s even more terrifying is that such a serious explosion caused a chain reaction in other surrounding crucibles in an instant.

Like a chain reaction of nuclear fission, the crucibles in the classroom exploded one after another, intensifying the splashing of the potion.

Even though Snape reacted in time and put up an armor protection spell in front of him, he could not avoid being hit by the "stray bullets" coming from all directions.

This hurt so much that he kept yelling, "Idiot! Idiot! How on earth did you get into this state!"

However, Seamus Finnigan, the instigator of the "9 Hogwarts bombing", failed to give him a reasonable explanation.

Because he was at the center of the explosion, Simo was the one who was most seriously injured.

The medicine soaked almost his entire body, and his red and swollen scabies were completely connected into one piece, making him look like a smaller red giant.

Coupled with the flames from the explosion, in addition to scabies, his injuries also included severe burns and scalds.

It was not until the chain reaction in the classroom was stopped due to a shortage of raw material in the crucible that Snape waved his wand to wipe away the potion that was spilled everywhere.

Draco finally reacted at this time.

He looked at the chaotic classroom in front of him with lingering fear, and looked at the magic shield around him with gratitude, which protected him and Noah in 360 degrees.

"Thank you, Noah."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

Although he was talking to Draco, Noah's eyes were not on Draco at all. Instead, he was staring at the "little red man" lying on the ground next to him.

"He looks like he's dying."

Pushing Draco aside, Noah quickly walked to Seamus Finnigan and squatted down. A large ball of bright green light appeared in his hand.

Tiny green fireflies fell on the body of this explosive genius. As those spots of light gradually seeped into Simo's body, his injuries were rapidly receding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a dozen seconds, most of the redness and swelling on his body faded away, and the burns on his body were also healed, but some injuries still remained.

Snape, who was originally planning to rescue the seriously injured, suddenly narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene.

"This is……"

After a moment, Noah stood up and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, then handed the seriously injured man back to Snape who was standing there in a daze.

That was all he could do, the opponent's injuries were still too severe for him to completely heal.

He could only guarantee that the other person would not die for a while. After all, he was not a professional therapist, and matters like saving lives and healing the wounded had to be left to professionals.

Chapter 49 Gran Fuck

"Everyone! Put out the fire!"

After the initial shock and panic, Snape quickly reacted and began to deal with the serious incident in the classroom.

He took out a few bottles of potions from the potion cabinet nearby and stuffed the potions into the hands of Draco and Noah, the only two people who were not injured.

"For those students whose conditions are not serious, apply the potion to them."

He turned his head and looked at the few seriously injured soldiers who were closest to Seamus Finnigan at the time of the incident. "You guys, follow me..."

Snape originally wanted to ask them to go to the school infirmary with him, but several seriously injured soldiers were lying or lying down, and none of them could walk.

He waved his wand and turned several relatively intact desks nearby into stretchers. He then pointed to a few students who were farthest from the center of the explosion and had the least injuries at the time of the incident, and asked them to help carry the seriously injured.

Before stepping out of the classroom, Snape did not forget to turn back and said something viciously.

"Because of Seamus Finnigan, Gryffindor will lose 50 points! Noah stepped forward to help his classmates at the critical moment, Slytherin will gain 30 points!"

……

The serious accident that occurred in the Potions classroom naturally spread throughout the entire Hogwarts Castle immediately after class.

At lunch time, all the students at the four tables in the auditorium were whispering.

The little Gryffindor lions were quite upset that among the four huge hourglasses in the entrance hall representing the house scores, the gems in the hourglass belonging to Gryffindor were completely emptied.

Professor McGonagall was so angry that she couldn't even eat dinner.

Fifty points! That's a full fifty points!

Now Gryffindor has become Gryffindor.

Because the points are gone.

If it's not the Hogwarts house extension

The system did not introduce negative numbers, and Snape's wave of deductions could even cause them to owe 30 points.

She was also hoping that with the addition of the Savior classmate this semester, Gryffindor would become bigger and stronger and achieve greater glory.

After all, other people "died halfway through their business", but she "died before she could accomplish her mission".

Moreover, Slytherin added 30 points directly.

The score difference between the two games was 50 points. What's the point in Gryffindor fighting for the college cup?

But Professor McGonagall could do nothing about it.

Because the accident that happened in the Potions class this morning was too serious.

According to the description of Madam Poppy Pomfrey, the head of the school infirmary, if Noah had not rescued him in time, Seamus Finnigan would probably have died on the way to the school infirmary.

It’s only been a week since school started and such a big teaching accident has occurred.

Snape is truly a talent.

Why do we only deduct students' points? Don't we deduct points if the professor is negligent in supervision?

The more Professor McGonagall thought about it, the angrier she got, until she got so angry that she bent the fork in her hand with her bare hands.

At the Gryffindor table, Ron looked at the smug Draco in the distance and said indignantly:

"He is just relying on Snape's favoritism towards Slytherin House. What is there to be proud of?"

"Look at his smug look. He wasn't the one who saved the man, so why is he so proud?"

Harry felt helpless in the face of Ron's sarcastic words.

According to his original point of view, he would tell Ron that as a qualified professor, being fair and just in treating students is the most basic quality.

But he remembered how Snape had been trying to make things difficult for him in class today. It was obvious that Snape's behavior was directed at him.

So he remained silent at this moment.

Seeing that his good friend agreed, Ron became even more excited, and all kinds of words that belittled Slytherin came out of his mouth continuously.

"He is just a first-year student. What kind of magic can he master?"

"That magic must have been taught to him by Snape secretly. Maybe even the explosion was secretly created by Snape just to give them extra points in Slytherin!"

At this moment, a voice that was obviously filled with dissatisfaction sounded behind the two of them.

"Haha, a jealous little man."

Feeling somewhat guilty, Ron turned around abruptly, only to see a red-haired figure sitting at the Ravenclaw table behind him.

His face flushed, "It's none of your business!"

Shirley didn't even turn her head. "I didn't specify the name. Did you find your seat?"

Ron's face became increasingly red, like an angry red-faced baboon, waving his arms angrily.

"Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're Snape's daughter!"

Shirley suddenly paused in her eating and then slowly turned around. The little beaver next to her saw that something was wrong and quickly grabbed Shirley's sleeve.

However, Shirley had no intention of further conflict with the other party.

She just spoke slowly in a tone that was highly similar to Snape's, "Even if you see the truth of the facts, you will only make judgments based on your own subjective assumptions."

"Do you think you can make yourself noble by degrading others?"

Shirley pursed her lips and sneered contemptuously.

"Before you evaluate something, could you please empty your brain first? Don't let the toilet water in your brain interfere with your judgment."

Ron stood up suddenly, clenched his fists tightly, and stared at Shirley in front of him with his red eyes, looking like he was ready to hit someone at any time.

Hermione followed his lead and stood up.