Glory To Slytherin

In the afternoon there is only the potions class.

The potions classroom is in the basement of the castle, only ten minutes away from the common room in Slytherin. Whenever the potions class is in, the students of the Snake Academy have an inexplicable sense of pride, because they don’t have to be as full as other college students. Sweatly rushed into the classroom.

The common rooms of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor are on the upper floors of the castle, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth.

The atmosphere in the classroom was depressed, and glass jars were placed along the wall with various unknown animal specimens immersed in it, which made people shudder. The air is filled with inexplicable gas from time to time, invisible and tasteless. Above the podium, an ancient desk clock made a "creak" sound.

After the class bell rang, Professor Snape took his unique step into the classroom on time. The large black robe on his body rolled over, like a black mist gathered.

The door closed suddenly behind Professor Snape. Whenever he passed a window, with a wave of his wand, the curtain closed automatically. When he walked to the podium, a gloomy atmosphere loomed in the classroom.

Professor Snape is still the same, wearing a deep black professor's robe, with greasy half-length hair draped on both sides of his cheeks, thin lips under the hooked nose, and a deep cold in his eyes. Tan.

He shook his wand, and something similar to a projection screen appeared out of thin air in front of the classroom.

"Take out your textbooks." Professor Snape said in a low tone.

A rustle sounded immediately, and the little wizards were in a hurry, especially the students of Gryffindor, as if Snape would deduct their college points after a moment's delay. In fact, he hasn't done this before.

Snape pointed at the projection with his wand, and a series of potions appeared on the projection.

"You have been studying potions under my hands for two years. You are no longer laymen who know nothing about this art."

Professor Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, "Of course, in my eyes, most of you are no different from outsiders. I don’t know if you have lost the knowledge of potions this summer vacation. Let me check it out. ."

"Each person refines a potion independently. I don't limit the specific potion. Of course, you can only follow the instructions in the textbook based on your talents. I will check it before class ends."

The students in the classroom were suddenly dumbfounded. Professor Snape didn't talk about the consequences of not being done, but relying on his previous understanding of him, it makes people shudder just thinking about it.

Moreover, many people, as he said, don’t remember that there are such things as potions during the holidays. Who is going to make potions when they have nothing to do during the holidays?

Listening to the mourning in the classroom, Ulysses stroked his chin.

Is the first session a practical lesson?

"The dean is as strict as the rumors."

Ulysses muttered to himself, thinking about what potion would be better for business, but his arm was lightly touched.

"Mr. Lestrange, don't know how you learned in potions class?"

Ulysses turned his head, and the two girls in silver and green robes looked flustered. They kept looking up at Professor Snape's movements, and said quietly and quickly.

"good."

Ulysses probably understood their intentions, and said lightly.

"Then can you..."

The two girls' eyes lit up, as if they saw some hope, but they were extinguished by a voice from the podium.

"Discussions are not allowed. Helping others is not allowed. You are not allowed to use ready-made potions to try to fool through. If I find out, you will have a wonderful weekend."

Professor Snape sat on the podium and said gloomily.

The faces of many little wizards collapsed, and their heads fell dejected. The two girls shrank and returned to their seats crying.

Ulysses smiled, and walked to the cabinet on the side of the classroom. He had to look at what materials he had before deciding what potion to make.

Dried nettles, porcupine thorns, aconite, daisy root, absinthe, snake teeth, poisonous horns, Abyssinian shrunken figs... a variety of potion materials are stacked in the cupboard, Ulysses wrinkled He frowned and thought for a while before taking away the medicinal materials he needed.

Ulysses heard Anderson said that one of the compulsory courses in the third-grade potions class was to refine an undetectable poison, and he decided to refine it in this class.

Ulysses has little research on poisons.

Tap Ulysses' wand lightly, and put a filter barrier around it to ensure that the poisonous gas during the refining will not evaporate into the classroom. If something happens, most of the students in the classroom will have to drink Professor Snape's antidote.

Then, he took out a precision mask and put it on, picked up a knife, cut the materials he needed, and put them in the hot-bubble crucible one by one.

It didn't take long for the classroom to be surrounded by steaming heat. After all, everyone didn't forget all the potions. Many people decided to equip the simplest boil removal potion.

Although it's a bit shabby, it's better than nothing.

Ulysses stared at Own Crucible intently. He raised the support of the crucible, heated it evenly with the outer flame, and continuously stirred the sticky liquid in the pot with a long stick. After stirring for a few minutes, the liquid gradually turned into a green color.

A smile appeared in Ulysses' eyes. He kind of likes the feeling of refining potions, watching the fusion of different materials, exerting an effect far beyond the material itself, really makes people have a unique sense of accomplishment.

Professor Snape, who was reading on the podium, raised his eyes, looked at a certain position of the classroom in the distance, and frowned. He waved his wand and lowered his head again.

Ulysses felt that the filter barrier he had placed was much firmer. He raised his head and glanced at Professor Snape, without thinking, then refined his potion.

As the powder of poisonous snake teeth and poisonous horn powder enters the crucible, the viscous green liquid suddenly becomes thin as water.

Ulysses paused for a while, lifted the cauldron away from the flame, and then put a peeled Abyssinian shrunken fig into it.

This is what he saw in the Lestrange mansion, an excellent auxiliary material for disposing poison.

After the fig enters the crucible, it immediately merges with the liquid. The next moment, the green potion quickly faded its color and gradually became clear and transparent, just like hot water that had just been boiled.

Ulysses smiled contentedly. It is colorless and tasteless, and has excellent concealment function. It can start to exert toxic effects from the throat when drinking it, and quickly spread to the whole body. He turns it into a choking poison.

"time up."

Ten minutes before class, Professor Snape closed his book, stood up, and spit out a few words.

He began to patrol the classroom, and the students looked like they were waiting for trial. The people in Gryffindor stared at Professor Snape's figure, sincerely hoping that a big hole suddenly cracked in the ground and let him fall in, so that they wouldn't have to endure such suffering.

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