Chapter 235: Snape's Intuition
"So, what I need to do now is no longer to learn new knowledge?"
"But to review the old and study it in depth?"
Hermione said to herself.
She was so convinced not only because she liked Basil.
But also because he had a kind of power that made people believe.
He exuded an indescribable sense of relaxation all the time, as if nothing could stump him and nothing he could not achieve.
Basil looked directly into the eyes of the girl in front of him, "The breadth of your knowledge is enough for you to go deep."
"You need to find the aspect you are best at and expand it."
"For example, the fire spell."
Ron continued, "Hermione is very good at making magical flames. In winter, she always makes a handful of bright blue flames to keep us warm."
"The best thing is that it can be carried in a jam jar."
"Does it have a name?" Basil pretended not to know and asked with interest.
Hermione shook her head, "I just wanted it to keep warm, be easy to carry, and most importantly, look good. It just appeared out of nowhere."
"It's very simple, isn't it? As long as you know enough spells, find the corresponding properties, and put them together like building blocks."
"Add the properties of other spells to one spell, just try more."
"But this affects my studies a bit, and it's a waste of time. I didn't continue after I realized this."
"I didn't even take a name." Hermione said this, her cheeks flushed.
Ron: I really hope I can be a waste of time like this.
"Oh, what's its spell?" Basil asked with interest.
In his world, this magic was found by Hermione from a book she read to kill time, but in this world, it was actually the product of Hermione's "improper".
"There's no spell either," Hermione's voice was like a mosquito's buzz, "I just want it to appear, just like this-"
Stretch out the wand, and a blue forget-me-not-like flame gushed out.
"Is naming important?"
"You should name it," Bajir waved, the flame flew into his hand, and his eyes flashed 0 and 1 unconsciously, "Only in this way can it be stable, can be learned by others, and you can further add additional properties."
Bajir has discovered the shortcomings brought to him by [Lightning Cyclone], and while his rationality has risen, he has given him a strong desire to pry into others' private affairs.
He began to eagerly want to use [Eyes of the Cave] to analyze all unknown things.
However, for him who has complete control over himself, he can control it, but he thinks it is unnecessary.
"You can look through the "Runic Dictionary". In addition to helping wizards understand runes and translate runes, it can also help young wizards compile more magical spells."
"Or you can try to learn other niche languages, or Old English."
"Modern English is widely circulated. Unless it is used for universal life magic, it is too demanding for wizards to use it in your solitary personal style of magic. "
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"It can still be like this." Hermione has taken out her notebook, and a rustling sound suddenly sounded in the corner of the corridor.
Ron and Harry felt like they were listening to a foreign book, confused.
Especially Harry, his mind was not on this.
From ancient times to the present, there are countless spells created by wizards, and it is impossible to learn them all. What you can think of must have been thought of by others. It is too troublesome to create your own magic and spells.
Now the important thing is not that Mad-Eye Moody is fake?
"Can I say something? Since there is a possibility that there is Polyjuice Potion in the bottle, will Moody--"
Hermione, who was pulled out of the ocean of knowledge, said unhappily, "Do you think Dumbledore will recognize his old friend by mistake?"
Ron also echoed, "Look at the crazy look in class today, how can it be imitated."
Harry was still a little unconvinced, "Maybe it is because he is crazy that he is easy to imitate."
"Dumbledore knows the normal Moody, and the Death Eaters are a group of lunatics."
Hermione and Ron didn't take Harry's words to heart.
How could Mad-Eye Moody, a senior Auror who captured half of the prisoners in Azkaban, be replaced?
It is better to believe that Lockhart is the real deal than to believe that Moody is a fake.
Even if Moody is really a fake, it may be Dumbledore's plan.
The real Moody may be arranged to do something hidden, and it is related to fighting Voldemort.
So, in the next period of time, whenever Harry mentioned this matter, the two of them would change the subject.
Only Ginny was willing to listen to her boyfriend's words, nodding in agreement from time to time.
As for Basil, he was loved by almost all professors during this time.
Professor McGonagall commented that his Transfiguration was exquisite and profound, and it looked ordinary, but it was actually thought-provoking and had many unique features.
If it was written into a paper, it would be enough to be published in "Transfiguration Today" (focusing on the latest developments in the field of Transfiguration, the most authoritative academic journal).
Professor Flitwick screamed excitedly and fell to the ground from a pile of books, just because of the soundless and wandless happy spell he cast, which lingered in the whole classroom.
Professor Sprout forgot to call for the start of class, just because he saw the bouncy bulbs obediently staying motionless in his hands.
Professor Trelawney of Divination class no longer had an erratic voice, and for the first time ever, she took off the glittering accessories on her body.
Those disgusting snails raised by Hagrid were extremely obedient in Bajir's hands. They were picky eaters and were willing to eat almost anything Bajir fed them, and they would actively suppress the urge to shoot sparks from their buttocks.
Even Hagrid was shocked that these monsters, which exuded the smell of rotten fish and had gray, slimy bodies like deformed, shelled lobsters, were so peaceful.
Unsurprisingly, Bajir's charm eluded Snape.
"Oh, yes," Snape whispered, "Bajir Granger, this is our new and famous character."
It sounded familiar to Harry.
But later I felt something was wrong, no one was laughing.
The students present, both men and women, were supporters of Bagir.
They all still remember the Sorting Hat's comments.
Especially with noble blood, he conquered the most difficult Slytherin.
Excellent performance in other classes also proves that Bagir is not just good-looking.
The exceptions were Draco, Goyle, and Crabbe who did not dare to come forward.
They live like invisible people these days.
I don't go out except for eating and going to class.
Even during their free time, when everyone was gathered around the Goblet of Fire to notice who was voting, they were still holed up in their dormitories.
Snape was very surprised by the students' reaction. After a brief silence, he put down the list without continuing to call names.
His eyes, as dark as a train tunnel, stared at Bagir.
"I heard that you are from Castrobushe. You must be very good at potions."
"Of course." Bagir raised his eyebrows and looked back unceremoniously.
Apart from his bad temper, the movie version of Snape is a good professor, but this does not mean that he has to quietly endure the attacks on him.
In fact, he has already prepared the [Inverted Golden Hook].
This spell must have impressed him deeply, as if he was back in his student days.
Hermione noticed the anger in Badir's words and hurriedly grabbed his sleeve.
Snape also raised his eyebrows, not only because of Hermione's little actions and Bargeer's attitude.
It was also because a feeling like a thorn in the back suddenly lingered in my heart, and as the malice deepened, this sense of crisis became stronger.
He was about to use the professor's point deduction authority to reduce the dimensionality without respecting martial ethics, so he quickly changed his plan.
"Mr. Granger," Snape said suddenly, "what is the content of Gorbalot's third law?"
"The number of ingredients contained in the antidote of the mixed poison is greater than or equal to the sum of the ingredients contained in the antidote of each individual poison." Bagir blurted out without thinking.
Snape pursed his lips and said, "Scapin's Revealing Curse is extremely effective."
Bagir stretched his body and said, "The true form appears immediately. If you use it on the potion, you can analyze the ingredients of the potion."
Snape's brows furrowed even more tightly, "Very good, he is worthy of being a top student from Castrobushe. Let's try again. Mr. Granger, assuming Gorbalot's third law is true, what should you do? Create an antidote to the poison."
"It's very simple," Bagir crossed his arms, "This requires using Scapin's Revealing Spell."
"But after analyzing the ingredients of the potion, our first goal is not to simply select the antidote for each individual component, but to find another substance that can combine various unrelated substances through an almost alchemical process. The composition of the deformation——"
"Okay," Snape interrupted, took a deep breath and said, "Hufflepuff gets 2 points for answering the question."
"One point from Hufflepuff for moving around while answering."
Then he turned his gun on the others, "Why don't you write this down?"
Then there was a sudden rustling of quills and parchment.
In the midst of the noise, Snape said: "They are content for sixth grade. You must know that most of you will not be able to enter my advanced class. Do you have anything to disagree with, Finnigan?"
"Unless your O.W.Ls score reaches O (excellent), I can say goodbye to you after next year."
"Especially you Longbottom, if you want to be an Auror, just get serious!"
"Potions and antidotes are essential knowledge for Aurors. Potions are required in at least five N.E.W.Ts certificates!"
Just like that, under the constant spray of venom from Snape, the Potions class ended.
Almost everyone except Bagir did not avoid it.
Slytherin students are no exception.
Hermione was only targeted once because she was next to Bagir, and it was not obvious.
As soon as the bell rang, everyone couldn't wait to escape from the classroom.
No one whispered to each other, everyone kept moving forward.
Snape had sensitive ears and was very petty and vengeful.
It is common for someone to say bad things about him as soon as he leaves the classroom to be criticized in person or to find fault with him again a few days later.
Ron was most familiar with this. Being caught in the act by Snape was as used to him as eating and drinking.
So, until you get to the auditorium and walk into the foyer.
Only then did he dare to speak.
"Snape must be afraid of being hung upside down in the air like Moody," Ron said firmly, "I really want to see that scene."
"Yeah," Harry agreed.
"Better not," Hermione waved her hand to deny, "Snape is not as easy to talk to as Professor Moody."
"Too many points are deducted. What should Bucky do if he is ostracized by the Hufflepuffs?"
"Granger," Ernie MacMillan, a Hufflepuff who was walking by, stopped, "We Hufflepuffs won't be like this."
The entrance hall was now full of people because of the Goblet of Fire.
The Hufflepuffs around who heard their conversation nodded repeatedly.
They all said that the score was not important, what was important was that Hufflepuff students should not be wronged.
Justin Finch-Fletchley said directly, "That's Bargyll Granger. Even if he makes our college's gems go to zero, we won't say anything."
"Bucky," Hermione was a little unbelievable, "Is your college really like this?"
She had already recalled the time when she was excluded when she lost 50 points in her first year, even though she had earned far more than 50 points.
"You can think so." Bargyll nodded.
"I don't believe it." Harry said firmly.
He also remembered that time.
From one of the most popular and admired people in the school, he suddenly became the target of public criticism, which made him remember this very deeply.
At that time, not only Gryffindor students, but even irrelevant Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students did not treat him well.
Because they all wanted to see Slytherin lose the house cup, and he destroyed this hope.
Ron seemed to have remembered something, "This may really be possible."
"Zacharyus Smith from Hufflepuff had a conflict and fight with Slytherin students last year. He was caught by Snape and deducted 50 points."
"But he was fine. He was even regarded as a hero."
"Maybe the reason we are like that is because we are Gryffindor."
"Other houses expect us to defeat Slytherin."
"Our house may have vaguely noticed this and has higher requirements for students in our own house."
Harry swallowed a fly, "It can still be like this. If I had known, I might as well go to Hufflepuff."
"Forget it," Ron shook his head, "There is no precedent for transfer."
"If we are 17 years old, it would be better."
"Even if we fail, we have tried. If we succeed without taking the exam, it would be..."
While speaking, he looked at the Goblet of Fire from time to time, showing an envious look at the students who signed up inside.
"Yes." Harry murmured.
"If you really want, I have a way." Basil reminded.
"What's the solution!" x2
Harry and Ron's eyes seemed to be shining.
"Ask senior students to help sign up."
Hearing what Basil said, the two hesitated.
"Is it really possible?"
"Such a simple method."
Hermione touched her chin, "Maybe it's really possible, anyway, there's no loss."
"Of course it can be done." Basil said confidently.
Even if the Goblet of Fire is not under his control now, this is a loophole allowed by Dumbledore.
It may not be the case in the novel version.
But in the movie, the grumpy version of Dumbledore once shook Harry's body and yelled: "Did you ask senior students to help you vote?"
Now all we need to do is experiment.
"Hey! Diggory, come here!"
Bagir waved.
