Potions Class Was Really Hard to Get Through

Deep within the gloomy and damp dungeon, there was a small, gray room.

It receives virtually no external light, and the interior lighting is not very bright either.

From the very first second Harry walked in, he realized he was wrong, and very wrong indeed.

Targeting Vincent and Ron?

Fart!

Those long, narrow black eyes were clearly directed at him.

After nervously sitting down, he was about to open his textbook when, by sheer bad luck, he looked up at the textbook.

Harry was shivering, which made Vincent frown.

After staring at it for a while, Snape picked up the roster that was on the podium.

"Harry Potter".

Ron quickly nudged him with his elbow.

"Ah—Here!"

"Oh, yes," Snape said quietly as he stepped down from the podium, "This is our newest—a very famous person."

He glanced coldly at the list in his hand. "Vincent Wayne."

"Arrive."

"Ron Weasley."

"Arrive!"

After taking attendance, his voice rose slightly, "You have come here to learn this precise and rigorous discipline."

He walked step by step toward the students, saying, "Since there are no silly wands waving around here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the crucible simmering slowly over a low flame, emitting white smoke and a delicate fragrance.

You will never truly understand the wondrous power of the fluid that flows through people's veins, the power that captivates the heart and confuses the mind. I can teach you how to enhance your reputation, cultivate glory, and even prevent death—

But there's one condition: you guys have to not be the kind of idiots and fools I usually encounter.

After a brief opening, Snape suddenly stopped in front of Harry's desk.

"Potter!"

What will I get if I add Asphodel Root Powder to Wormwood Infusion?

Harry looked at Ron beside him as if pleading for help.

However, even if he hadn't been stunned, the other party probably wouldn't have been able to help him.

"I don't know, Professor."

Even though Hermione Vincent raised their hands rather dramatically, Snape never looked away.

He curled his lip dismissively. "Tsk tsk—it seems fame doesn't mean everything."

Faced with such intense gazes, Harry could only lower his head.

"Let's try again, Potter!"

If I asked you to find me a piece of Bezoar, where would you look for it?

Vincent shifted his position, and his right hand was now raised higher than Hermione's.

But doing so would be futile.

"Professor, I don't know."

"I imagine you hadn't even opened a book before the start of the semester, Potter?"

Harry forced himself to look up and found that Snape's expression had become even colder.

"Potter, then tell me, what's the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Wolfsbane?"

Vincent had been ignored time and again, suddenly understood.

This greasy-haired Old Bat professor wasn't deliberately targeting Harry because of the blond-haired boy!

To avenge his former boss?

If that's the case, then he has no reason to go against Quirrell at all.

Look at Hermione, she's already standing up and tiptoeing, almost reaching her hand to the ceiling of this underground classroom, but Snape still doesn't seem to care.

He just stared intently at the green eyes in front of him, waiting for an answer with some impatience.

"I don't know," Harry's voice suddenly rose. "Professor, why don't you ask Vincent and Hermione? They must know the answer."

"Pfft—"

Draco and his two underlings didn't laugh, but several Slytherin students were openly laughing.

Even though no one in Gryffindor laughed, Snape's eyes swept over them one by one.

"Sit down!" he yelled at Hermione, then stared intently at Harry again.

"Let me tell you, Potter."

Asphodel Root powder and mugwort can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill, also known as "life -Draught of Living Death".

Bezoar are stones taken from the stomachs of goats and have a strong detoxifying effect.

As for Aconitum carmichaelii and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant, collectively known as aconite.

Do you understand? Why didn't any of you write these things down?

The students in the classroom had just written a few words on the parchment when Snape's extremely cold voice rang out again.

"Potter, Gryffindor will lose 10 points for talking back to your teacher."

Just when the Little Lions thought the matter was over, he turned his head to look at Hermione was taking notes seriously.

"Granger ignored classroom discipline, so another 5 points will be deducted."

Vincent was no longer calm.

After targeting Harry, the Old Bat didn't forget to get revenge for yesterday.

He didn't need to look up to know that the other person was watching him.

Snape didn't look away until all the students had finished taking notes.

"Work in pairs and follow the steps in the textbook to make a Simple Cure for Boils."

His eyes lingered on Neville and Ron.

"Potter, you're paired with Longbottom."

Vincent was very honored to be grouped with Hermione.

They probably knew that if these two were separated, they wouldn't have a chance to make mistakes no matter who they were paired with.

This "out of sight, out of mind" behavior is clearly aimed at getting points deducted.

Sure enough, Snape was often seen loitering around Gryffindor while the potion was being made.

He walked over silently, trailing a long black cloak, his body blocking out most of the light like a bat.

Harry and Neville were among the most severely affected.

Several times they almost poured the wrong medicine into the crucible because they couldn't read the small print on the bottle.

All the Little Lions were criticized, except for the two who made the fastest progress.

"Cough cough—" Vincent coughed violently.

After attracting most of his attention, he held the crucible in front of him away from the small flames underneath.

He waited two or three seconds, and before Snape could speak, he put the Porcupine Quills in his hand.

"Wayne, what are you doing?"

"Sorry, it must have been the wind that was so strong yesterday that I almost caught a cold."

Snape approached Vincent, who was waving his wand.

The powerful aura emanating from him had absolutely no effect on the liquid that had begun to emit pink mist.

This is a perfect potion.

It's so perfect that there's nothing to criticize.

Snape leaned closer and his nose twitched slightly. "Wayne, I hope you can control your mouth."

Vincent stopped stirring and turned off the stove, then faced the pair of dark eyes that were so close to his.

"Of course, after all, I can even control a runaway flying broom."

Snape's face turned extremely ugly.

"Heh—" He sneered as he turned his gaze to the crucible beside him, which was also emitting pink mist.

The fact that two potions were successfully made first should be something to celebrate.

But this,

However, it was made by two Gryffindor students.