Chapter 443 The Fighting Professor
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
John's life is unpredictable.
Sometimes he will appear in the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes he will appear in a certain class.
Principal's office.
Slughorn filled the milky white bone china teacup with tea, and the hot air floated up.
"Perfect potion." He boasted, putting the tea beside the cauldron. "I bet no one had thought of such a bold idea before."
"The Master of Practical Potions would be more than happy to publish the work," said Slughorn, "this 'universal potion.'"
He advises John, and is willing to sell his favors to be featured in Master of Practical Potions magazine.
In his view, young people are always unable to resist the temptation of fame.
Unfortunately, John is not an ordinary young man.
"No, professor, this thing is not perfect." John used a small reagent bottle to fill the potion in the crucible.
He shook it to see if there was any delamination in the green potion.
This is an important factor in judging whether the medicaments are well integrated.
"Why?" Slughorn was puzzled. "You just invented a 'universal potion' that is compatible with hemostasis, detoxification, strengthening, and breaking curses. You should let everyone know about it."
Slughorn had seen the thing come to life firsthand.
He also knew how amazing the talent of the boy in front of him made Slughorn want to get this 'collection' more and more.
But John didn't get in, which made Slughorn even more uncomfortable like a cat scratching.
He dared to swear that if he missed this child, he would regret it until he entered the grave.
John thought for a while, then chuckled and replied, "Because this thing is just a derivative. For me, finding a way to break the blood curse is the most important thing."
Putting the lid on the reagent bottle, John looked at Slughorn and said, "Before reaching the end, the scenery along the way is just an embellishment."
Slughorn held his teacup and stared blankly at John.
At this moment, he seemed to understand that there will always be some regrets in life.
A person who only has an end in his eyes will not become someone else's 'collection'.
"Well, I can't convince you," Slughorn persuaded John, "but you've got to have a name for the thing."
"Just call it Jade Potion."
John poured the rest of the potion into a bottle, and the color inside was like emerald.
"Although the glass is bright, the emerald is stronger." John filled the potion and left a meaningful sentence, "Besides, I like that green color."
"I'm having a party before Christmas," Slughorn called to John, "and I'd like to invite you."
"A student?" John asked.
Slughorn put his hands down, engaged in a violent psychological struggle, and finally relented: "A friend, a pen pal, please, John."
"I will go," John bowed respectfully and said with a light smile, "I will prepare a bottle of oak-aged mead, I hope you will like it, professor."
"I'll be looking forward to it," Slughorn watched John leave with a big belly.
Genius is always so difficult to maintain principle.
Even becoming the headmaster can't change Slughorn's attraction.
...
Snape's struggle with Sirius was not over.
Finally it exploded.
That morning, Slytherin, who had just completed the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class, was successfully deducted 10 points.
It seemed that Sirius was showing mercy.
Snape hit back, because Harry contradicted the teacher in class and put him in solitary confinement.
This pissed off Sirius.
"Snotling!" Sirius pushed open Snape's office door, pointed at Snape's nose and warned, "You'd better take Harry's confinement back!"
Snape calmly sorted out the materials on his medicine shelf, and Sirius watched him finish sorting with a sullen face.
Descending from the ladder, Snape said in a strange way: "Sorry, I don't think such things have anything to do with you."
"After all, this matter belongs to the dean's decision, and you..." Snape glanced at Sirius indifferently, and sneered, "You are not the dean of Gryffindor."
In a word, the identity of Sirius was directly stepped down.
"I'm warning you!" Sirius said irritably, with fire in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You want Harry to miss the Quidditch match!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Snape said eccentrically, "Or, what do you think Potter can change?"
"Slytherin has won eleven consecutive victories," Snape sneered, "this result will not change because of anyone."
"Harry is like James, he's the best Seeker!"
"Eleventh consecutive victories, do I need to remind you that a winning streak means you have never lost?"
"Severus!"
"Don't yell so intimately, I'm not yours." Snape had already touched his wand quietly, and said coldly, "Leave my office, Professor Black."
Sirius had drawn his wand.
...
"Are you locked up?"
Professor McGonagall's voice rose.
The first game of the school year is about to start, and the Gryffindor Seeker is locked up?
"I'll ask Severus to change the time of confinement." Professor McGonagall said seriously, pursing his lips.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said with relief.
He also didn't want to contradict Snape in class, but Snape found out that he had added other ingredients to the original recipe.
Snape stood aside and said a few words in a strange manner, Harry couldn't hold back for a while, and retorted.
The result is that points will be deducted and then confinement.
Coincidentally, the match on Saturday will be against Slytherin.
As Harry's good brother, Ron conspired next to Harry and said, "Maybe Snape was afraid that Slytherin would lose."
Harry was so worried that he couldn't even eat.
The conspicuous McLaggen came over and said arrogantly to Harry: "Don't worry, I will defend all the balls."
Harry nodded perfunctorily, he really didn't like this guy.
Unfortunately, Ron did not become a goalkeeper.
Hermione came back hurriedly, panic on her face.
"No, Snape and Sirius are fighting."
"What?" Harry froze.
His godfather had a fight with Snape?
His body was faster than his mind, and he immediately grabbed Hermione and asked, "Where did you hear that?"
"It's Professor McGonagall. When she passed by, she happened to see two people fighting. Katie Bell was unfortunately shot."
Harry was completely dumbfounded now.
Katie is the Chaser of the team, and the game is about to start, and the Chaser is missing?
Afterwards, Katie was hospitalized.
Although the two professors didn't make a move, the bat spell made Katie hit her head.
It won't get better within this week.
Slughorn came forward to deal with this matter. He never imagined that the two mature professors would fight over confinement.
He also pulled out his wand and accidentally injured a student.
Professor McGonagall's face was pale. If she hadn't seen that the curse was ejected by Sirius, she would have suspected that Snape deliberately injured Katie.
"Potter, you need to find a team member as soon as possible."
When Professor McGonagall, a veteran fan, heard that Katie would not be able to play for a while, his first reaction was to ask Harry to find someone to replace him.
But in such a hurry, who can take the lead?
Suddenly, Harry had a flash of inspiration.
...
Because of the incident of accidental injury, Harry's original confinement also came to nothing.
"Cut it off, buddy?" Ron looked surprised when he heard that he was going to be the Chaser himself.
Harry said helplessly: "No kidding, Katie won't come back for a while, you watched tactics with us during this time, and you were a team member again last school year."
"But, I didn't pass the selection." Ron was actually a little happy in his heart, but the problem of stage fright made him feel unconfident.
Harry couldn't refuse, "Training tonight, seven o'clock."
Ron looked at the others happily, and said with an invincible and lonely expression, "There is no way, right."
Seamus snorted coldly, and Dean went to look for Ginny.
Obviously, Harry's arrangement of Ron's entry into the team made others complain, but Harry didn't care so much.
It is unrealistic to select again, it is better to directly find Ron who has experience and skills.
As for what to say later, it's up to him.
To deal with Slytherin, they will have to brace themselves.
He has to put the interests of the team first.
It's just that Harry didn't expect that in the evening training, Ron's performance did not match his expectations.
Ron let the ball hit another Chaser, Demelza Robbins, in the mouth as he passed the ball.
Demelza fell staggeringly, with blood dripping from his mouth.
"Blame my carelessness, I'm sorry, Demirza, I'm so sorry!"
Ron yelled at Demirza's back and hurriedly explained, "I just..."
"Too nervous!" Ginny said angrily, flying down to check Demelza's swollen lips, and cursed, "You idiot, Ron, look at her now!"
Ginny, who had been annoyed by Blaise recently and became very angry, directly scolded her brother.
Harry hurried down to treat Demelza's lips, and said seriously, "Ginny, you are not allowed to call Ron an idiot, you are not the captain of this team."
Ginny shot him an indignant look.
It was a bad session, despite Harry's efforts to keep the morale up, hoping to knock Slytherins out of the way.
After training, Harry comforted a staring-eyed Ron in the dressing room.
After finally letting him regain some confidence, when the two returned to the castle.
They saw Dean and Ginny hugging and kissing passionately in the empty hallway.
At that moment, something seemed to break Harry's mind.
I can't wait to cast a very evil spell on Dean and turn people into jelly.
...
Sometimes he will appear in the Forbidden Forest, and sometimes he will appear in a certain class.
Principal's office.
Slughorn filled the milky white bone china teacup with tea, and the hot air floated up.
"Perfect potion." He boasted, putting the tea beside the cauldron. "I bet no one had thought of such a bold idea before."
"The Master of Practical Potions would be more than happy to publish the work," said Slughorn, "this 'universal potion.'"
He advises John, and is willing to sell his favors to be featured in Master of Practical Potions magazine.
In his view, young people are always unable to resist the temptation of fame.
Unfortunately, John is not an ordinary young man.
"No, professor, this thing is not perfect." John used a small reagent bottle to fill the potion in the crucible.
He shook it to see if there was any delamination in the green potion.
This is an important factor in judging whether the medicaments are well integrated.
"Why?" Slughorn was puzzled. "You just invented a 'universal potion' that is compatible with hemostasis, detoxification, strengthening, and breaking curses. You should let everyone know about it."
Slughorn had seen the thing come to life firsthand.
He also knew how amazing the talent of the boy in front of him made Slughorn want to get this 'collection' more and more.
But John didn't get in, which made Slughorn even more uncomfortable like a cat scratching.
He dared to swear that if he missed this child, he would regret it until he entered the grave.
John thought for a while, then chuckled and replied, "Because this thing is just a derivative. For me, finding a way to break the blood curse is the most important thing."
Putting the lid on the reagent bottle, John looked at Slughorn and said, "Before reaching the end, the scenery along the way is just an embellishment."
Slughorn held his teacup and stared blankly at John.
At this moment, he seemed to understand that there will always be some regrets in life.
A person who only has an end in his eyes will not become someone else's 'collection'.
"Well, I can't convince you," Slughorn persuaded John, "but you've got to have a name for the thing."
"Just call it Jade Potion."
John poured the rest of the potion into a bottle, and the color inside was like emerald.
"Although the glass is bright, the emerald is stronger." John filled the potion and left a meaningful sentence, "Besides, I like that green color."
"I'm having a party before Christmas," Slughorn called to John, "and I'd like to invite you."
"A student?" John asked.
Slughorn put his hands down, engaged in a violent psychological struggle, and finally relented: "A friend, a pen pal, please, John."
"I will go," John bowed respectfully and said with a light smile, "I will prepare a bottle of oak-aged mead, I hope you will like it, professor."
"I'll be looking forward to it," Slughorn watched John leave with a big belly.
Genius is always so difficult to maintain principle.
Even becoming the headmaster can't change Slughorn's attraction.
...
Snape's struggle with Sirius was not over.
Finally it exploded.
That morning, Slytherin, who had just completed the Defense Against the Dark Arts improvement class, was successfully deducted 10 points.
It seemed that Sirius was showing mercy.
Snape hit back, because Harry contradicted the teacher in class and put him in solitary confinement.
This pissed off Sirius.
"Snotling!" Sirius pushed open Snape's office door, pointed at Snape's nose and warned, "You'd better take Harry's confinement back!"
Snape calmly sorted out the materials on his medicine shelf, and Sirius watched him finish sorting with a sullen face.
Descending from the ladder, Snape said in a strange way: "Sorry, I don't think such things have anything to do with you."
"After all, this matter belongs to the dean's decision, and you..." Snape glanced at Sirius indifferently, and sneered, "You are not the dean of Gryffindor."
In a word, the identity of Sirius was directly stepped down.
"I'm warning you!" Sirius said irritably, with fire in his eyes, "Don't think I don't know your little thoughts. You want Harry to miss the Quidditch match!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about?" Snape said eccentrically, "Or, what do you think Potter can change?"
"Slytherin has won eleven consecutive victories," Snape sneered, "this result will not change because of anyone."
"Harry is like James, he's the best Seeker!"
"Eleventh consecutive victories, do I need to remind you that a winning streak means you have never lost?"
"Severus!"
"Don't yell so intimately, I'm not yours." Snape had already touched his wand quietly, and said coldly, "Leave my office, Professor Black."
Sirius had drawn his wand.
...
"Are you locked up?"
Professor McGonagall's voice rose.
The first game of the school year is about to start, and the Gryffindor Seeker is locked up?
"I'll ask Severus to change the time of confinement." Professor McGonagall said seriously, pursing his lips.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry said with relief.
He also didn't want to contradict Snape in class, but Snape found out that he had added other ingredients to the original recipe.
Snape stood aside and said a few words in a strange manner, Harry couldn't hold back for a while, and retorted.
The result is that points will be deducted and then confinement.
Coincidentally, the match on Saturday will be against Slytherin.
As Harry's good brother, Ron conspired next to Harry and said, "Maybe Snape was afraid that Slytherin would lose."
Harry was so worried that he couldn't even eat.
The conspicuous McLaggen came over and said arrogantly to Harry: "Don't worry, I will defend all the balls."
Harry nodded perfunctorily, he really didn't like this guy.
Unfortunately, Ron did not become a goalkeeper.
Hermione came back hurriedly, panic on her face.
"No, Snape and Sirius are fighting."
"What?" Harry froze.
His godfather had a fight with Snape?
His body was faster than his mind, and he immediately grabbed Hermione and asked, "Where did you hear that?"
"It's Professor McGonagall. When she passed by, she happened to see two people fighting. Katie Bell was unfortunately shot."
Harry was completely dumbfounded now.
Katie is the Chaser of the team, and the game is about to start, and the Chaser is missing?
Afterwards, Katie was hospitalized.
Although the two professors didn't make a move, the bat spell made Katie hit her head.
It won't get better within this week.
Slughorn came forward to deal with this matter. He never imagined that the two mature professors would fight over confinement.
He also pulled out his wand and accidentally injured a student.
Professor McGonagall's face was pale. If she hadn't seen that the curse was ejected by Sirius, she would have suspected that Snape deliberately injured Katie.
"Potter, you need to find a team member as soon as possible."
When Professor McGonagall, a veteran fan, heard that Katie would not be able to play for a while, his first reaction was to ask Harry to find someone to replace him.
But in such a hurry, who can take the lead?
Suddenly, Harry had a flash of inspiration.
...
Because of the incident of accidental injury, Harry's original confinement also came to nothing.
"Cut it off, buddy?" Ron looked surprised when he heard that he was going to be the Chaser himself.
Harry said helplessly: "No kidding, Katie won't come back for a while, you watched tactics with us during this time, and you were a team member again last school year."
"But, I didn't pass the selection." Ron was actually a little happy in his heart, but the problem of stage fright made him feel unconfident.
Harry couldn't refuse, "Training tonight, seven o'clock."
Ron looked at the others happily, and said with an invincible and lonely expression, "There is no way, right."
Seamus snorted coldly, and Dean went to look for Ginny.
Obviously, Harry's arrangement of Ron's entry into the team made others complain, but Harry didn't care so much.
It is unrealistic to select again, it is better to directly find Ron who has experience and skills.
As for what to say later, it's up to him.
To deal with Slytherin, they will have to brace themselves.
He has to put the interests of the team first.
It's just that Harry didn't expect that in the evening training, Ron's performance did not match his expectations.
Ron let the ball hit another Chaser, Demelza Robbins, in the mouth as he passed the ball.
Demelza fell staggeringly, with blood dripping from his mouth.
"Blame my carelessness, I'm sorry, Demirza, I'm so sorry!"
Ron yelled at Demirza's back and hurriedly explained, "I just..."
"Too nervous!" Ginny said angrily, flying down to check Demelza's swollen lips, and cursed, "You idiot, Ron, look at her now!"
Ginny, who had been annoyed by Blaise recently and became very angry, directly scolded her brother.
Harry hurried down to treat Demelza's lips, and said seriously, "Ginny, you are not allowed to call Ron an idiot, you are not the captain of this team."
Ginny shot him an indignant look.
It was a bad session, despite Harry's efforts to keep the morale up, hoping to knock Slytherins out of the way.
After training, Harry comforted a staring-eyed Ron in the dressing room.
After finally letting him regain some confidence, when the two returned to the castle.
They saw Dean and Ginny hugging and kissing passionately in the empty hallway.
At that moment, something seemed to break Harry's mind.
I can't wait to cast a very evil spell on Dean and turn people into jelly.
...
