Chapter 507 Outstanding Youth Snape

Even more terrifying than the History of Magic class and the Transfiguration class is the Potions class.

"Quiet."

Snape, who was wearing a black robe, opened the door and walked in. He waved his wand with his backhand and closed the classroom door.

In fact, there was no need for him to order everyone to be quiet. As soon as the whole class heard the door closing, they immediately became silent and all small movements stopped. Generally speaking, the mere appearance of Snape is enough to silence the entire class.

"Before we officially start class," Professor Snape said slowly, "I think it is necessary to remind you..."

He casually placed the book on the podium and glanced around the classroom again with his deep eyes.

When his eyes fell on Levin, he couldn't help but stay for a few seconds, and then moved his eyes away calmly.

"Next June, you will take part in an important exam." Snape continued, "At that time, you will prove how much knowledge you have learned about the preparation and use of potions. This is not just an exam, but also a A severe test for your future magical career."

He paused and looked across the classroom again, seemingly looking for students who might not be able to pass the exam.

"Although some students in this class are indeed very mentally retarded and as stupid as trolls..." Snape said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "But I still hope that everyone can pass the O.W.Ls exam. 'Pass'. Because "If you fail..."

He didn't say any more, but the threat was obvious enough.

Students all know that if you anger Professor Snape, the consequences will be serious.

As the professor with the highest pass rate in the O.W.L examination for six consecutive years, his confidence radiates from his bones [even though he has never shown off this achievement.

That's right, despite Professor Snape's cold appearance, in terms of teaching performance alone, he can also be called the "Outstanding Young Teacher" of Hogwarts.

Compared with professors like Professor Caredi Bubaji of Muggle Studies, who specializes in water courses and has the second-to-last pass rate all year round, Professor Snape's teaching ability is undoubtedly outstanding.

As for who is the last one——

It's not Professor Bathsheda Bablin who teaches ancient runes. Ancient runes are indeed difficult, but there are not many people taking this course. All the young wizards who take this course are self-aware.

That was of course Professor Trelawney. Her eloquent lecture style was something that very few people could accept.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer have the opportunity to step into my classroom."

Having said this, his sharp eyes like an eagle fell directly on Neville's face. Neville felt a chill coming over him, his body trembled involuntarily, and he took a breath of cold air.

"I only select the best students to enter my Potions class." Professor Snape said slowly, "This means that we have to say goodbye to some people.

Everyone held their breath.

Professor Snape's sarcasm sounded again: "It's not that I don't want to teach, but the intelligence level of some people is simply not enough to support them in continuing to explore the wonderful field of potions.

The students straightened their backs and tried to tell Professor Snape through body language that they were not that "someone".

After Professor Snape finished his round of ridicule, a rare serious expression appeared on his face.

He began to explain in detail how to brew a demulcent. This magic potion has the magical effect of calming and soothing irritability and anxiety. It can make the user enter a "sage mode" where the mind is still and calm, which is extremely beneficial for learning.

However, he also warned that if the ingredients are added carelessly, it could cause the user to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Although this kind of sleep is not fatal, it may cause the drug user to miss the next course.

In order to ensure that everyone takes this class seriously, Professor Snape announced a decision: at the end of the class, each student must personally taste a small drop of the potion he brewed.

This suggestion immediately made the atmosphere in the classroom more tense and focused.

After all, no one wants to miss the remaining half-day of class due to their own negligence, let alone risk being poisoned by themselves.

In fact, the demulcent potion is the most difficult and most labor-intensive of the potions they have learned so far.

The ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and proportions; the mixture must be stirred for the specified number of times, no more and no less, first clockwise and then counterclockwise:

As the crucible boils, the temperature of the flame must be lowered to a certain standard, neither too high nor too low, and maintained for a specific period of time before the last ingredient can be added.

"The ingredients and preparation methods are already written on the blackboard."

Professor Snape pointed his wand at the blackboard, where detailed cooking steps and a list of required materials immediately appeared.

"All the materials you need can be found in the storage cabinet."

The students stood up one after another and carefully lined up to get the potion ingredients.

An hour later, Levin's crucible began to emit light, silvery white steam, and his potion was finished.

However, Professor Snape only glanced briefly at his cauldron and turned away without even commenting.

In the words of Professor McGonagall: Such students should not stay in the classroom so as not to affect the mentality of other students.

At the same time, Steve's crucible was emitting clouds of dark gray gas, exuding a strong smell of rotten eggs.

He looked at the potion he had brewed, feeling terrified.

If you drink this thing, even if it is not poisoned to death, it will be stink to death!

He looked at his roommate Levin as if asking for help. Levin glanced at Professor Snape's back and quickly waved his wand.

Steve's crucible immediately began to stir counterclockwise, while the hellebore syrup in the test tube slowly dripped in.

As the syrup was added, the smell of rotten eggs in Steve's cauldron gradually dissipated, and the color of the potion began to change.

But the situation faced by Seamus Finnegan was not very good. His crucible was glowing with a strange green light and making "pop, pop, pop" sounds from time to time, as if it was about to...explode at any time.

There was a tense atmosphere in the classroom, and everyone's eyes were focused on the restless crucible.

Everyone knows...the crucible is going to explode.

Levin looked at Seamus' cauldron with a dark look on his face. After a few years, he actually had to take potions class with this demolition genius again.

The scene of Seamus blowing up the entire Potions classroom again and again is still vivid in my mind.

In order to prevent the bad situation from happening again, Levin sighed, pointed his wand lightly, and an [Ice Arrow] hit Seamus's cauldron accurately.

In an instant, the entire pot of potion was frozen, and the frightening "pop" sound also disappeared.

…Please give me flowers…

At this moment, Professor Snape appeared. There was a hint of terrible sarcasm on his face, and his eyes flicked back and forth between Levin and Seamus.

"Levin Green, you used magic without authorization..." Snape's voice was as cold as ice, "Five points from Ravenclaw!"

After saying that, he shook his wand and whispered: disappear without a trace. "

Seamus' potion suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving him standing stupidly next to an empty crucible.

"Why don't you help your classmate, Levin?" Snape's sarcasm rang in his ears again, "Another five points from Ravenclaw!"

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"Seamus Finnigan!" Snape turned to another unlucky guy, "On Saturday, you come to my office to tutor for Potions class!"

he said angrily to Seamus. "I'll give you private tutoring!"

Leaving this monster's head alone would be a stain on his teaching and would lower his passing rate as an excellent teacher.

He knew very well that although the professors at Hogwarts seemed harmonious on the surface, they were secretly competing with each other every year.

For example, Professor McGonagall tries to surpass herself in all aspects.

Ravenclaw has produced Levin Green in the past two years, and Professor Flitwick is very proud of himself. He looks cheerful all day long.

The sudden rise of Ravenclaw can't compare, but at least it can't lose to Gryffindor.

Since losing the glory of consecutive Quidditch Cup and House Cup, this is one of the few places where Snape can mock Gryffindor.

After Seamus, Snape began to look for other "potential tutoring candidates", such as a certain savior.

Harry Potter felt that he might be the unluckiest person in this class.

Not only did he have to face the complicated steps of brewing the potion, but he also had to be wary of Professor Snape's cynicism. As long as he made the slightest mistake, Snape would suddenly appear behind him like a ghost, taunting him mercilessly in a harsh tone.

"Potter, are you boiling water?" Snape's voice was cold and harsh, making Harry shiver involuntarily, "I'm asking you to boil potions, not perform a boiling water show here!"

Harry quickly adjusted the heat and continued the operation carefully.

However, as soon as he poured the moonstone powder into the crucible, he heard Snape's sarcastic voice again: "Potter, are you sure you should use feldspar powder at this time? Should you read the operating instructions carefully again?"

Harry suppressed the anger in his heart and tried to stay calm. He knew that Snape was deliberately looking for trouble, but he couldn't mess up because of this, otherwise Snape would laugh at him.

"Just two drops of hellebore syrup is enough, Potter." Snape's voice sounded again, with a hint of impatience in his tone, "Remember? I don't want to have to say it again."

Harry nodded and finally finished the pot of soothing potion. He was secretly glad that this class was finally coming to an end.

"Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, please put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-neck bottle, mark your name carefully, and bring it to my podium for testing."

Snape said, "Homework - write a twelve-inch paper on parchment about the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine, due on Thursday.

It was only then that Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

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