Hogwarts and the Holy Grail War

Harry saw Snape's face twitch unnaturally, and then he turned to find fault with other Gryffindor students. He leaned over to Ethan's ear and whispered, "Ethan, when did you become so good-tempered? Snape provoked you like this and you didn't even fight back?"

Ethan shrugged, lifted the cauldron away from the flames, added the porcupine quills, and returned it to the stove to continue stirring.

"That old arrogant guy is just like that. It's so awkward. Just get used to it."

"Oh." Harry nodded as if he understood, and then asked, "Then Ethan, what do you mean by tsundere?"

“Emm…” Ethan scratched his head with his free left hand, realizing that his choice of words was a bit ahead of the times. “This is hard to explain to you in just one or two sentences. Let me think… You can roughly understand it as: you say no with your mouth, but your body is very honest.”

Harry suddenly felt something running through his mind at a very fast speed. With a face full of wheel tracks, he asked, "What do you mean: barking dogs don't bite?"

(Author's note: This is a British slang, which can be roughly understood as the Chinese phrase "sharp tongue but soft heart".)

"Ahem!" Ethan was amused by the ambiguity in Harry's words. His whole body twitched from trying to hold back his laughter. "Yes, yes, you're right. Snape doesn't bite."

Harry, your rhetoric is really unique. Did you learn it from Araki?

"Everyone come and see, you should all learn how to steam slugs like Mr. Malfoy does."

Snape stood in front of Malfoy's workbench, scooped up a spoonful of slugs that had been heated to a melted state with a long spoon, and showed the students how perfect Malfoy's work was.

Ethan chuckled secretly and continued to stir the crucible in front of him.

It seems that Snape was indeed provoked, and is now trying his best to make amends for Slytherin.

The person I found is really incompetent, so I can only focus on the details.

It's like you watched a movie, and after the movie, your friend asked you what you thought of the movie and whether it was excellent. You racked your brains to recall the subtleties of the movie, but in the end, you could only say: "The soundtrack is good."

It's really difficult for Professor Snape.

Suddenly a pungent sour smell rushed into his nose, making him sniff uncomfortably.

"Hmm, what does it smell like?"

Another sharp hissing sound was heard, and the strong sour smell made all the students in the basement classroom cover their noses at the same time and look towards the source of the sound.

Once again, the Navisimo duo had problems.

Somehow Neville had managed to turn the crucible into a twisted mass, and the potion in it was boiling violently, emitting strange green smoke.

The boiling potion overflowed along the crooked edge of the crucible and onto the stone floor. The shoes of the students standing nearby were touched by the potion and holes were instantly burned in them.

"Oh, I'll go!"

Ethan watched the highly corrosive potion flowing towards him through the cracks in the stone floor. He jumped onto the stool and picked up Harry, who was slow to react, and placed him on the stool next to him.

Within a few seconds, all the students in the class stood on the stools. Harry looked at the stool legs that had been corroded by the potion and turned black, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

"Oh my god, is potion making so dangerous?" Ron, squatting on the stool, looked at the potion all over the floor and swallowed.

"I'm more curious about how they did it," Hermione sighed, turning to look at the duo who were at the center of the incident and in the most miserable situation.

When the accident happened, Neville was splashed with the boiling potion. His robe was full of holes of varying sizes corroded by the potion. Many boils appeared everywhere on his arms and legs under the robe and on his face that was facing the potion. Neville screamed in pain.

Seamus beside him wasn't in much better condition. Although he wasn't directly harmed by the potion, his hair was curled up into a ball by the overheated smoke. In addition, his face had already been blackened by the smoke...

Just like an N-word rapper from the West Coast of America.

"idiot!"

Snape, who was standing on the other side of the classroom, roared and swung his wand forward, sweeping away the potion on the ground in an instant.

"I think you put the porcupine quills in the pot without taking it off the fire, right?" Snape walked up to Neville and asked sternly with a dark face.

Neville nodded and started sobbing. When he was wiping his tears, he accidentally touched the boil on his nose, and the pain made him cry even harder.

"Take him up to the hospital wing and ask for Madam Pomfrey!"

Snape almost roared at Seamus and gave him orders. Seamus nodded hurriedly and ran out of the classroom with Neville.

"I thought they would learn from their experience, but what happened? They still ignored the operating procedures." Snape looked at the other students in the classroom and raised his voice instantly, "Gryffindor House will be deducted another point for their stupidity!"

Chapter 44: No spells, no medicine, just chatting with you while taking extra classes

After one hour.

The students dragged their miserable bodies down the stairs and climbed out of the dungeon. Harry followed Ron and the others with his head down, looking dazed.

"Cheer up, Harry," Ron advised. "At least Snape's difficulties didn't stump you, did they?"

"Yeah," Harry said listlessly, "but we lost to Malfoy and the others in the final potion competition, so Gryffindor's points couldn't be added back - that's five points."

"Relax, everyone knows that Snape favors Slytherin." Hermione, who was in front, slowed down her pace and walked shoulder to shoulder with them. "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the boil remover you and Ethan made is better than Malfoy's."

"In fact, the potion was almost made by Ethan alone. I just helped by passing the materials." Harry scratched his nose embarrassedly, his cheeks slightly flushed.

But I have to say, it feels so good to follow a big shot. I hope I can always be in the same group with Ethan to make potions.

Ethan, I love you!

"By the way, Ethan is taking extra classes now, right?" Ron looked back at the tightly closed wooden door, looking a little uneasy. "Do you think Snape will make things difficult for Ethan?"

"Do you think Ethan will be troubled?" Harry asked back.

"It's hard to say. If Snape is looking for trouble, even Ethan might not be able to withstand it." Ron blinked, his face full of worry.

"Merlin bless, I hope Ethan is okay." The three people prayed for Ethan together.

In the Potions classroom.

"Ah!"

Ethan, who was standing in front of the potion workbench listening to Snape's private lesson, suddenly sneezed.

"Sorry, Professor." Ethan came back to his senses and rubbed his nose, "I lost my composure a bit."

"It seems that you are not in good health, Mr. Ethan." Snape tried hard to show his concern for Ethan, but this made him look more like he was being sarcastic. "I think you'd better go to the school hospital for a check-up."

"Thank you for your concern, Professor." Ethan took a deep breath, "It's just an itchy nose, don't worry about it."

Also, I'm a little scared that you, professor, care about me so much for no reason. Could you please be a little more normal?

At least say something bad to me!

"Did you bring the white fresh leaves?"

Ethan took out a bag of Dictamni leaves that Professor Garrick had given him earlier from his robe and placed it on the workbench: "I have it, professor."

"Very good." Snape said expressionlessly, "As a practical assignment for the knowledge point just taught, you need to prepare a revitalizing potion. You should know what the revitalizing potion has, right?"

"The revitalizing potion can be used to disinfect and even heal various types of injuries. It is the most common healing potion on the market." Ethan replied.

"Well said... But not all injuries can be cured by potions." Snape nodded and murmured, "Let's get started. The other raw materials are on the workbench."

"Yes, Professor."

Snape stood aside with his arms folded, watching Ethan grinding the dill leaves skillfully, and giving some guidance from time to time.

"By the way, Professor, I have a few questions that I'm curious about. Can I ask you?" Ethan started to improve Snape's favorability while stirring the Hawklup in the crucible.

"Go ahead." Snape seemed to be in a better mood and allowed Ethan to ask questions.

"After reading the textbook, I always feel that the potion formula in the textbook is rather... strange." Ethan stared at the state of the Horkrup oozing juice in the crucible, carefully choosing his words so as not to offend Snape.

"Take boil remover, for example. Slug juice is just thickening it, so why not use flobberworm slime, which is more effective?"

It's like you cooked a big pot of beef stew but only added a few grains of salt. It's hard not to feel weird.

"You have a very sharp intuition, Ethan." Snape put down his arms, put them behind his back and walked to Ethan's side. "You have to know that textbooks are for students after all. For those who are not yet proficient, it is necessary to sacrifice the effects of some potions in exchange for the safety of operation."

"So there is indeed a better formula?"

Ethan raised his eyebrows, poured the weighed white mulberry into the crucible and continued stirring.

"Yes, but it's more dangerous if it fails. There are always some idiots who think they are so great that they don't take safety regulations seriously."

As Snape spoke, a hint of annoyance appeared on his face and his voice became higher.

"Thank you professor for your enlightenment. Now I understand." Pretending not to notice Snape's fallen face, Ethan continued to stir the liquid medicine in the crucible calmly.

I always feel like I have touched Snape's sore spot, so let's not discuss it in depth.

The liquid medicine in the crucible slowly turned into a bright green color under stirring. Ethan turned off the fire on the stove, knocked on the mouth of the crucible twice with a long spoon, and rested it on the edge.

"I've finished it. Professor, can you take a look at its quality?"

Snape looked at Ethan's last few movements with a strange expression, and came to the crucible. He scooped out a spoonful of liquid medicine with a long spoon and carefully examined the color of the potion.

"Well done." Snape had a satisfied smile on his face, and said to Ethan with a stern face, "You should know that the difficulty of making this kind of potion is not small. Few students can achieve this level on their first try."

"No, no, it's all thanks to your guidance, Professor." Ethan was a little flattered and quickly gave Snape a business compliment.

Did I hear that correctly? This old bat actually took the initiative to praise students other than Slytherin. Is the sun rising from the west?

Something is wrong, quite wrong.

Did he get the wrong script?

"In view of your outstanding performance, Ethan." Snape interrupted Ethan's fanciful thoughts, "I think you can take this opportunity to continue practicing the preparation of the Edrus potion."

"Edrus potion?" Ethan secretly exclaimed that something was wrong.

The Aedrus potion is a mid-level potion that will form a rock-like shell on the body surface to protect the drinker after taking it. Correspondingly, it is much more difficult to make than the Invigorating Potion.

"Fly here."

Snape stretched out his hand gently, and a wooden box on the distant wall automatically flew to the workbench in front of Snape.

"Page 57 of the textbook, let's start."

Ethan opened the box, looked at the contents, and exclaimed.

"Professor, this quality of fire ash snake eggs is not cheap! Are you sure you want me to use this?"

"Yes, it's not cheap, so you'd better succeed in one go." Snape tapped the table with his fingers, and was very happy with Ethan's embarrassment. "If you fail, you will be deducted Gryffindor points for destroying teaching materials."

Good man, you old bat is waiting for me here.

Ethan swallowed and opened the textbook with gritted teeth.

Chapter 45: Treatment through conversation is called talk therapy

"Professor, do you think this is a success?"

Ethan raised the spoon in his hand and waved to Snape excitedly.

"Really? Let me see."

Snape suppressed his curiosity and slowly walked to the crucible, took the long spoon from Ethan's hand, and gently sniffed the clear dark gray liquid in the spoon.

"hiss--"

Snape took a deep breath and turned to look at Ethan, who was looking expectant, with an extremely strange and unhappy expression.

"Congratulations, Ethan." Snape paused and continued, "A very perfect Edrus potion."

"Huh—" Ethan let out a long sigh when he heard Snape's comment.

As expected, there is no motivation without pressure. Although I was forced to do something, I still withstood the pressure and successfully prepared the potion.

The Sorting Hat didn't lie to me. It was really exciting to be sorted into Gryffindor. I love it.

Snape reached out his hand again, and several ampoules from the shelf flew into his hand. He spoke nonchalantly while filling the liquid medicine in the crucible into glass bottles.

"But I still have a question about one thing, Ethan. I noticed that your previous potion-making method seemed a little different from the method taught in the textbook. Can I ask why?"

"Uh, this..." Ethan was caught off guard by this sudden question and stood there, not knowing how to start.

This question is not easy to answer. You can't tell Snape that the method I just used is the same as pounding garlic to make soup when cooking, right?

If he really said that, Snape would probably deduct 20 points from Gryffindor on the spot, saying that he had insulted the art of potion-making.

"What's wrong, Mr. Ethan? Can't you answer?" Snape put on a conspiratorial smile, put his hands on his waist, and said, "Then can I assume that you are just messing around, but it's just a blind cat that meets a dead mouse and nothing unexpected happens?"

"No, professor. I'm just thinking about how to explain it in a simple, clear and easy-to-understand way." Ethan wiped the non-existent cold sweat, his heart beating violently in his chest. "After all, there are significant cultural differences here."

Snape spread his left hand towards Ethan: "Go on, I'm listening."

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"Uh, that's it." Ethan's little brain was working frantically to organize convincing words. "The Muggles over there have a medical system similar to potions, which is called Chinese medicine. It also includes the weighing, processing and boiling of various medicinal materials. The so-called different methods you see are actually the methods I use to process Chinese medicine."

Ethan finished his improvised words in one breath and waited with bated breath for Snape's reaction.