Harry blinked at the question, his face full of confusion.
But immediately afterward, Harry answered Snape's questions one by one.
"Strong sleeping potion, Draught of Living Death."
"A bezoar is a stone taken from a goat's stomach that has detoxifying properties."
"Um... Professor, are you going to ask about monkshood and wolfsbane? I can answer in advance. They're both plants, both belonging to the aconite family."
Snape nodded in satisfaction.
"Harry Potter listened attentively and took careful notes, proving that he remembered everything I taught."
"Three points to Gryffindor!"
"Why aren't the rest of you writing this down? Are your memories really as good as Harry Potter's?"
Snape's gaze swept across everyone.
Under his pressure, they hurriedly pulled out parchment and began scribbling away.
Only Malfoy looked as though ten thousand alpacas had trampled over him, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
Sitting in his chair, he trembled with rage.
What was this? How had Potions Class turned out like this?
This wasn't what the Slytherin upperclassmen had told him! They had said he could earn points just by coughing once!
At this moment, Potions Class continued as Snape guided the students in brewing Cure for Boils Potion.
But unlike the original story, where he hissed venom at them, Snape was clearly much more restrained this time. Perhaps he was afraid that remarks like "all Gryffindors are trolls" would accidentally hurt Harry.
Seeing the contrast, Rhine could not help clicking his tongue inwardly in amazement.
As expected of Hogwarts's number one devoted lover.
At the same time, his gaze swept over the system screen.
After Snape began teaching, the information on the screen had already refreshed.
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