DNF Meets Harry Potter

"Why are you still standing there stupidly?! Hurry up and get in and find a seat!" Snape roared as he looked at Carl who was staying there.

Carl hurried into the classroom, but Snape didn't see a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Harris, I'm halfway through my course on scabies potion due to your lateness."

"But I don't care about that. You asked for it yourself, and the notes are on the blackboard. Aren't the Ravenclaws all learned and talented. It shouldn't be difficult for you at all."

"I'm going to see the perfect scabies potion before get out of class, or, hum..."

Snape's icy voice continued to echo through the classroom.

Carl walked over to sit next to the three plastic roommates, glanced at the blackboard, and immediately picked up the material and started working on it.

"Carl, are you alright..." Simon, one of the three plastic roommates, looked at him worriedly.

"We called you this morning, and you said you would get up right away..." explained another plastic roommate, Philip.

Back in time...

"Karl, get up soon, the first class today is from Snape the old bat. If you are late, you will die."

"You guys go first, let me sleep for a while, aren't you just an old bat, I've never been afraid of it..."

Carl, who was lying on the bed, rolled over comfortably and replied in a murmur of unconsciousness.

"Okay then, you have to hurry up."

Here are the original words from Alex, the last plastic roommate.

...

"This is a potions class, not for chatting with you!"

"Carl and Philip don't follow classroom discipline, and Ravenclaw will deduct two points!"

Before they could finish their conversation, Snape interrupted rudely.

"You are here to learn the exquisite potion refining and techniques."

"There's no need for you to foolishly wave wands and chant incantations. Every potion master never relies on a wand in his hand, but a sober mind and extremely skilled hands!"

Snape's words were cadenced, sometimes muffled, sometimes excited.

"I don't expect you to really appreciate the wonderful presence of the fragrance in the simmering cauldron, nor the enchanting feeling of that mysterious liquid flowing into your limbs. "

"As a matter of fact, as long as you can comprehend a little bit of potions, you can become famous people far and wide."

"Here, I'll teach you how to increase your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death! But it has to be that you are not the stupid trolls that I often encounter."

He quickly walked up to the podium, the wind blowing into the black cloak he wore, looking from a distance, it looked like a big walking bat.

He took out his wand and tapped on the blackboard lightly. The writing on it quickly disappeared, and then new formulas and techniques appeared.

Magic is really handy at times.

"Put down the "Magic Potions and Potions" in your hands and look at the blackboard carefully!"

Snape continued to speak of knowledge in his usual sarcastic tone.

"Although Lichen Bookstore talks about the basic cooking method, this book is enough. His author, Arseny Giger, is indeed a great potion master, I admit that. But this book is a few words after all. The antiques from ten years ago are somewhat outdated."

"The times are always advancing, and so is potions. After decades of transformation by several potion masters, most of the potions in it have more streamlined and improved methods."

"Perhaps, I should remind the principal that it's time to update the textbook. Using these old antiques will only make me encounter more mentally handicapped!"

Although Snape is extremely bitter and mean, in the field of potions, he can indeed be regarded as a true master.

When it comes to the subject of potions, Carl feels that his whole person is different. Although he is still extremely gloomy on the whole, he reveals a distinctive temperament.

"Potion is a very sophisticated subject, and each potion master has his own unique skills. Just like top chefs, there is no recipe in their eyes, only the feel of what they want."

"Boiled potion is the same as the human body, except for the basic frame that cannot be changed, just like the lack of one or more of the human skeleton will cause serious consequences! The rest of the brewing steps are like eyes, nose, IQ... If they are missing, they will still be a complete person.

But some are born better than others, and some even these things are born bad! That's why some people are born smart, while others are more stupid than trolls! "

"Similarly, potions are also divided into three, six and nine grades. After years of changes, apart from the unshakable basic skeleton, the rest of the brewing steps like human eyes and IQ are flourishing, but some are better. Some are even worse!"

"And what I have to do is to guide you and learn the method that I think is the most suitable!"

"So I remind you again, put down the useless textbook in my hand!"

"All the frameworks and steps I have now finished and written on the blackboard, now to start!"

After saying the last sentence, Snape walked down with a blank face, ready to check the cooking status of the little wizards along the way.

Carl looked at the blackboard and thought again, then picked up the cauldron and was ready to start.

A simple potion like the scabies potion was simply within his grasp.

In the gloomy classroom, Snape floated around like a ghost with his black cloak.

Wherever Snape went, nothing grew. He was in front of a little wizard when he heard the sound of the cauldron exploding.

There was no other reason. Snape's air pressure was too low. He bent down and put his head next to the little wizards, hissing like a snake.

And this is still a poisonous snake, and he didn't forget to put poison when he spat out the letter.

On the corners of his mouth is a mocking smile that has not changed for thousands of years, and his eyes that look like caring for mentally handicapped children, any little wizard can't help but panic!

At the same time, his standard of deducting points for various reasons rang out in the classroom.

"Idiot! Who told you to put the porcupine thorn first?! Hufflepuff takes two points!"

"Mr. Tyler, use your brain not much bigger than a troll to think about when you should use it! Two points from Ravenclaw!"

...

He walked quickly through the classroom, only the sound of footsteps and the explosion of the cauldron made by his leather shoes in the cold and silent Potions classroom.

At the same time, the signboard-like mocking smile was also full of malice towards the little wizards.

The evolution of the double-shift beast is successful╰()╯

Also, ask for tickets in a low voice (●＾o＾●)