The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

Speaking of "a cauldron simmering with white smoke and slow simmering, with bursts of fragrance", what is the first thing that comes to your mind? Hot pot or stock? But that was what Snape, a potions professor, said. Although his expression was serious and his words earnest, Tom couldn't help but think of various dishes.

"If you can set up a copper pot in winter, light a charcoal fire, and then slice the fresh mutton into thin slices, roll them twice in boiling water, and serve them with sesame sauce, then it will really not change for an emperor..." Tom's Thoughts drifted to Donglaishunli.

"...I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even prevent death—but there must be one thing, and that is that you are not the idiots I often encounter."

His opening remarks were not long, but after he finished speaking, the audience was silent. The little wizards looked at each other, Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward. In her opinion, this professor was extremely high, and she wanted to prove to him that she was not a fool.

Snape looked at the performance of the students, and he was very satisfied with his opening remarks, except—

"Tom Yodell!" Snape called out Tom's name suddenly. "What would I get if I added acacia powder to the unicorn hair soak?"

Although Snape was not a mind-reading master like Dumbledore, he could also guess what the students were thinking from the expressions on their faces. Just one look in Tom's eyes just now knew he wasn't thinking about Potions, and Snape had a gut feeling that this guy was probably confusing Potions with stupid Muggle cooking.

So he planned to teach this shallow man a lesson.

"Tom... Yodel, that's a good name." Snape pouted.

Hermione scoured her memory and thought of the answer, so she raised her arms high. In her mind, this was the best way to get closer to the teacher. In the past, elementary school teachers used to answer questions actively because of her. And love her.

But Snape was different.

Hermione unleashed kindness in her own way. Has this kindness been received by Professor Snape? Of course not, and it had the opposite effect. Snape was a little displeased when he saw Hermione raising his hand: Are you trying to show off your cleverness? I'm asking about the distracted Tom! He deliberately ignored Hermione's raised arm.

"Professor, the powder of acacia flowers and the unicorn hair soaking liquid can be combined to make a kind of medicine that will bring people a sense of happiness - the euphoria, but the euphoria should not be too much-"

"That's enough, there's no need to say all these well-known things in front of me," Professor Snape interrupted Tom, "let's try again and see if you really understand, Yodel, tell me , there are seven ways to boil potions, which seven are they?"

This question was much more basic than the previous one. Hermione tried her best to raise her hand higher, but Snape only felt that this hand was very annoying.

"Decoctions, brews, macerations, ointments, poultices, tinctures, and lotions."

The brewing method of these seven potions is the basis of potions, and it also has a strong shadow of Muggle chemistry, but the steps are a lot rough.

Snape nodded. "Looks like you've been flipping through your books during your vacation, Miss Granger. I'm questioning yordle, and it has nothing to do with you! Just for you to remember not to interfere with my questions to other people, LaVine. One point from Crowe."

Hermione was struck by lightning, and she couldn't believe it: she had such a good heart, and she actually got such an end in exchange?

Seeing that Hermione was resolved in one sentence, Snape felt a little more at ease.

"Yordle, tell me if someone is poisoned in front of you, what can you use to detoxify when you can't identify the type of poison?"

"You can put a bezoar in the patient's throat, or use mandrakes."

"Bezoar is more suitable than Mandrake." Snape nodded again, and the little wizards around were dumbfounded: They had never even heard of the materials used in these questions!

"Did you hear that?" Snape said to the class. "Why haven't you written this down? You know the answer, too?"

There was a sound of fumbling for parchment, a quill, and then the rustling of writing in the classroom.

[Achievement: Solve Professor Snape's three questions at the beginning of school reward: Magic Stone × 90]

[Achievement: Professor Snape's Recognition One of the rewards: Magic Stone × 30]

Obviously, although Professor Snape's face was expressionless, Tom still passed the test this time. Next he divides the students into pairs and asks them to follow the steps written on the chalkboard to make a simple potion that can be used to treat scabies. While the students were weighing nettles and crushing snake teeth, Snape patrolled the classroom and pointed out where the students made mistakes. Almost everyone was taught a few words by him, even Tom was not immune.

This is not Snape finding fault, but a group of eleven- or twelve-year-old children, how can they know how to dispense potions? Most of them hadn't even been into the kitchen a few times, so in Snape's eyes, these people's operations were really nasty eyes. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

But fortunately, there was no major trouble, and in the end the class landed safely. After two long hours, everyone hurriedly left the classroom and headed for the auditorium.

"Look at it, Snape is such a person, it's quite unreasonable," Tom comforted Hermione when he saw that Hermione was in a low mood, "Gryffindor was targeted badly!"

[You have completed the task assigned by Professor Snape well, and carefully prepared the potion, your potions have improved.]

Tom also received a private message from the system after class. He saw that there was one more item in the magic theory under his character column:

[Potions Level 0 (10/100)]

It seems that he has learned a lot from these two potions lessons, and Tom is in a much better mood.

After eating, Tom followed the system's instructions and found an almost decayed wooden box in the corner of an abandoned broom room, and found a quill in it. The quill pen doesn't look too old, and it has a quaint feeling on the whole. Tom thinks it is quite pleasing to the eye, so he accepts it. The quill pen without ink is quite easy to use.

There are two types of quills, one without ink sac and the other with ink sac. Without an ink sac, you need to dip the nib into the ink bottle every time you write a few words, which is very troublesome; Most of the quills in the magic world do not have ink sacs, and they are used to highlight a resentment. So wizards come up with all kinds of tricks: self-writing, self-inking, and blood-inking…

Tom's one is special. It seems to be able to directly move the ink from the ink bottle to the tip of the pen. The amount of ink is just right. It is extremely convenient to use, more like a ballpoint pen.

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