Hogwarts: Bourne Returns from Warhammer

Potions class is the class that the little lions are least looking forward to, because Snape is a professor who is good at deducting points from Gryffindor in tricks.

"George and Fred told me that they once got a point deducted for stepping into the classroom door with their right foot..."

Sitting in the Potions classroom, seeing that Snape hadn't arrived yet, Ron started chatting with Harry as he should.

"...And it's one point per person."

This made Harry very worried.

At the sorting dinner a few days ago, he and Professor Snape looked at each other, and the scar on his head hurt for half the night.

He felt that he and the professor were not compatible.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Hermione interrupted Ron and rolled her eyes at him: "How can the professor deduct points so casually? This must be a prank by George and Fred. Most of the points they deducted were because they were late for class. .”

"Who knows, anyway, it is difficult for Gryffindor to get extra points in Potions class. This is a recognized fact." Ron curled his lips, "Maybe Bourne is an exception. My other brother Percy told me that Bourne Bourne's grandfather is the former head of Slytherin, and like Professor Snape, he is also a Potions Master. Bourne, do you want to join our group?"

At this time, before Professor Snape arrived, Bourne was looking at the furnishings in the Potions classroom.

The reason why he used the word "viewing" was because he felt that this classroom was really well decorated.

This classroom is a huge basement in Hogwarts Castle. The temperature is much lower than that of the main building, and it seems that due to some simple meteorological magic, the air is not as humid as ordinary basements.

Cool and dry, this is the ideal environment for storing most potion ingredients.

As for some materials that need to be preserved in special ways, there are many shelves around the classroom, with many glass bottles placed in different categories. The potion materials are packed in and soaked in specific magic potions.

For example, some warts that are regularly removed from the backs of Motla rats like deer antlers are collected are soaked in a translucent light green active agent. A glass bottle contains exactly one plant, and they are arranged in a row on the shelf. Each glass bottle is also labeled with the collection time. And the warts of the Motla rat were still squirming inside the bottle, like sea anemones.

Compared to the shabby Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom—that classroom, after a thief sneaks in, he might have to put down some galleons before leaving—in the eyes of knowledgeable people like Bourne, this place is not suitable for children. The wizard has taken classes and is qualified to serve as a laboratory for some potion masters.

Of course, that's just "potions master", not "potions master".

Bourne guessed that Snape, like Grandpa Horace, probably had his own private laboratory. The value of the potion materials stored inside may also be inconvenient to be disclosed to the outside world.

Just as Bourne was thinking about it, Ron's question brought him back to reality. "Me? No, Neville and I are in the same group," Bourne said. "Two pages of his textbook were torn off by the swamp digger, so we two have to share the same book."

The swamp digger riot in the last class made the dormitory, which was not rich in potions textbooks, even worse. In the end, Hermione agreed to help, and all five of them had books available.

Bourne and Neville, Hermione and Ron, Harry and Seamus, six people share three books.

bang——

The door to the Potions classroom was pushed open from the outside. The sound was like a signal, and the little wizards who were having fun just now stopped immediately.

Snape walked in from the outside without even looking at the students in the audience, let alone counting the number of people.

He walked straight to the blackboard and tapped it with his wand, and all the blackboard writing required for this lesson suddenly appeared.

"Class!" he said.

A simple sentence can make the atmosphere in the classroom become solemn - in this regard, he is holding a bowl of water very evenly - whether it is the little lion of Gryffindor or the little snake of Slytherin, for this Professor Snape's fear was equal.

"First of all, put all the books away."

Snape spoke very quickly, and Bourne noticed that he seemed to have a Yorkshire accent, with the vowel a basically replaced by a short sound.

"In this class, all you have to do is listen to me. The content in the textbook is what you should have read before class.

In addition, Potions class does not require you to wave your wand silly, but if some people think that making potions is not a kind of magic, they are wrong!

The cauldron that is simmered slowly until green smoke is emitted, the boiling liquid that emits a refreshing fragrance, and the mysterious power that is quickly released after entering the human bloodstream, these things are actually magic.

I don't expect any of you to understand this.

On the contrary, for those who understand, I can teach them how to increase their reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. Of course, the premise is still that you are not the kind of fools I often encounter..."

After he finished his short opening remarks, Ron found that Hermione, who was sitting at the same table as him, had almost moved to the edge of her seat, leaning forward, as if eager to prove that she was not a fool.

Across the aisle, Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry, and the two best friends exchanged glances with their lips pursed.

Whoosh, bang!

Snape was not seen waving his wand or chanting a spell. Suddenly, like a precision-guided missile, a piece of chalk took off from the podium and instantly hit Ron's red-haired head.

However, throwing the chalk tip was just a small punishment, and the real big commandment was yet to come - "Potter!" Snape suddenly shouted loudly: "What will we get if we add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Potter looked around. Seamus, who was sitting at the same table with him, looked confused, and Ron, who was across the aisle, clearly had "Sorry, brother" written on his face.

Hermione raised her hands high.

"I don't know, Professor," said Harry.

Snape curled his lips contemptuously: "Tsk, tsk, Mr. Potter, the famous savior, also has things he doesn't know about. It seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

Many people on the Slytherin side laughed, but Draco, Goyle and Crabbe laughed the most.

"Then let's change the question, Mr. Potter, if I wanted you to find me a bezoar, where would you look for it?"

Hermione raised her arms high without leaving her seat, and Harry had no idea what a bezoar was. He was so ashamed that he was picking his toes, as if he wanted to dig out a three-bedroom apartment in his shoes.

"I don't know, Professor."

"I assume you haven't read a single book before school started, right, Potter?" Snape seemed to be staring at him and had no intention of letting him go.

"I flipped through "Thousands of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms"..."

"Have you read it? Well, tell me, what is the difference between 'Aconitum scapularis' and 'Aconitum wolfsbane'?"

At this time, Hermione finally stood up, her arms raised high as if they were reaching the ceiling of the classroom.

"Sit down!" Snape shouted angrily, "Gryffindor will deduct 1 point for contradicting the teacher in class!

In addition, Porter asked me to tell you that the answers to the three questions are——