Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 33

Harry was in Snape's office for the first time.

In the underground, dark and gloomy, filled with a strong smell of herbs, there are rows and rows of cabinets, and countless glass bottles filled with specimens.

But there is no trace of private life, and Professor Binns's office is more lively than this.

Even a photo.

"Put your dirty eyeballs away!" Snape scolded, took out his wand, and pointed it at Harry: "Potter, I think I need to remind you."

"After you go back, don't think about finding Evans, oh, now you have to call her Mrs. Dursley, and don't think about asking about my past!"

Harry laughed. "The professor is very concerned about Aunt Petunia's life? He even knows who she married."

"I thought the world between wizards and ordinary people was completely isolated."

Snape aimed his wand at Harry's forehead: "Mark my words."

Harry shrugged noncommittally.

"Now, start the assessment." Snape glanced at the clock on the table, "There are three hours until dinner, boil this potion, and you will be considered qualified."

He flicked his wand.

The parchment and the quill flew over, rustled a long string of words, and fell into Harry's hands.

"Healing Potion."

Snape mentioned in class that it is the most important content in the third grade. If you want to work in St. Mungo's, this is a potion that you must master.

"Evening primrose, water wormwood..."

Some common herbs with significant healing properties.

And the most important two magic materials.

"Hoclap, the horn of the unicorn."

The potion shouldn't be too difficult for Harry - if it says the quantity is stated on it.

"Professor, did you miss it..." Harry frowned and asked.

Snape sneered: "Only the stupidest potionist would fully believe in the books. Everyone's potion is unique."

"I think I've mentioned it many times in class, and never tire of it."

"Are your ears trumpets, which only go in and out?"

"You only have three hours, oh...it's two hours and fifty minutes now, and the materials are in the cabinet over there. I allow you to borrow my crucible."

Harry nodded, getting busy.

The essence of potion cooking is to use magic power to reconcile the properties of the medicine and make it change. The recipe given in the textbook is the most regular and least error-prone, but it doesn't mean it is the best.

Everyone's magic power is different, and the amount of materials used needs to be fine-tuned.

As Snape said in his first lesson - it was a "delicate art".

The first threshold is to select the appropriate medicinal materials.

Snape deliberately mixed some herbs together, like evening primrose, mixed some night primrose, they look very similar, the biggest difference is that the petals of evening primrose have only one layer, while night primrose has two layer.

It was a pity for Harry.

Snape hadn't mixed up unicorn and bicorn horns.

Don't you think these two materials are really similar?
Many wizards can't tell the individual horns apart.

As a holy creature, the unicorn's horn naturally has the meaning of holiness, but it does not have the medicinal properties of "healing" or "healing", only the ability to "purify" and "dispel".

Hograp is a magical creature with little damage.

But it's hard to kill.

The dust and chaff that housewives regard as the same as goblins will only encroach on the original space of the garden.

It is one of the ingredients that are often used in healing potions, but... it is also often used to make herbicides.

Its blood, or sap, is poisonous.

The horn of the unicorn is used to neutralize this toxicity...

How to brew the potion, Harry gradually had an idea, and then he had to get started.

Three hours was a tight time frame, and Harry had to slowly experiment with the compatibility of the medicine. It was not until the last moment that a pot of bright red potion was boiled out.

Harry put it in a jar and placed it in front of Snape.

"Stuck on time, should I be thankful that you finished it on time, or should I be thankful that you didn't blow up my cauldron." Snape sneered, picked up the medicine bottle, and sniffed it.

"Put so much evening primrose, do you think the wounded is not bleeding fast enough, should you speed him up?"

"The blending of hoglap juice and unicorn horn is so-so, and the ratio is still acceptable. At least you won't die if you drink it."

"You are barely qualified, slightly better than the troll."

Harry nodded: "Thanks, Professor, maybe you should be more frank."

"Are you telling me what to do?" Snape narrowed his eyes.

Harry shook his head: "No, it's just a most sincere suggestion."

Snape didn't speak, he opened the bottom drawer quickly - he took out a notebook, snapped it, and closed it again.

But Harry still saw it.

A very old, but well-preserved photo.

The red-haired and green-eyed woman is young, only fourteen or fifteen years old, smiling sweetly, and motionless. In the photo, only the wind is moving and the clouds are floating.

He had never seen a woman like this before, and there was no resemblance to Aunt Petunia, but he recognized it immediately, it was his mother.

"Take it!" Harry had never seen Snape so gentle, his tone, his movements, his eyes.

He put the notes lightly on the table.

In the least malicious tone, he said softly: "This is the first notebook written by your mother. During the summer vacation, think carefully about the content on it."

"Evans is a witch who is very good at potions. She is much smarter and more talented than you."

"Don't deface it!"

Snape slowly moved his hand away, little by little, along the cover, the spine, to the last corner of the book, and finally pulled it away forcefully, with a slight touch left by his fingertips.

Harry hesitated.

After a while, he hesitated and said, "Professor, if you want to cry, I can ask my senior to borrow a wig and wear the sunglasses you gave me..."

Without hesitation, Snape drew his wand.

Without chanting mantras, the magic power surged.

Harry dodged nimbly, the silent spell almost flew past his scalp and hit a glass specimen on the medicine cabinet behind him.

With a crash--

The glass bottle was turned upside down, and the cap fell to the ground, smashing into pieces.Inside the specimen, a dead, turquoise heart sank to the ground, stabbed by debris, no blood flowed from the hole, only the pungent medicinal liquid flowed all over the ground.

"Take your notes and get lost!" Snape gritted his teeth and slammed the table heavily, "Otherwise I'll let you test the potion you brewed yourself!"

Harry solemnly picked up the notebook, stuffed the healing potion into the hat again, and turned away without delay.

The whole person stepped out of the door, turned around suddenly, poked his head, and looked serious: "Professor, I mean it, a very sincere—"

The words still could not be finished.

A spell came.

It was firmly nailed to the door, and a very deep mark was cut.

Harry slipped away.

Man, why can't you be more frank.

Gryffindor lounge.

Ron and Hermione were so anxious that they couldn't sit still and kept wandering. Even the Weasley brothers didn't dare to provoke them at this time.

Whenever someone came in, they immediately looked eagerly, seeing that it wasn't Harry, sighed heavily, and continued walking.

One, two, three...

Until the sky gradually darkened.

They finally got the person they expected back.

"Harry, you're finally back." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "You know I'm dying!"

"Professor McGonagall sent someone to the school infirmary, I thought it was you..."

"Are you hurt?"

Harry waved his hand, his tone relaxed: "Don't worry, I'm fine, have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet." Ron shook his head—he was also in a hurry, so anxious that he didn't even have time to eat.

Harry fished into his hat and took out some muffins and cakes: "I brought them from the hall, and I was going to have them for supper at night."

"So... You didn't come back immediately, and you went to eat?" Hermione took the cake blankly, with a resentful tone.

Do you know how long you waited because you were restless? !
Ron gnawed a muffin: "Don't call me when you eat!"

Is the point about eating?

Hermione gave him a nasty look, but Ron was full of muffins now, and wished he had more honey.

"I was taken there for the exam by Professor Snape." Harry was innocent, "It happened to be time for dinner in the hall, so I had a meal by the way."

Hermione nodded and thought about it. No matter how hungry she was, she couldn't be like Ron. With a flick of her hand, she turned a quill into a spoon, and began to eat in small bites: "What exams does Professor Snape have?"

"My mother's potion notes are in his, and I can't give them to me until I pass the exam," Harry replied.

"Notes!" Hermione's eyes lit up when she mentioned this thing, "Can I have a look?"

Harry nodded, "Of course."

The exam week is over, and the little wizards are ushering in the most relaxing time in school.

Harry also ushered in the freest period of time.

During the day, he read his mother's notes with Hermione in the common room, as Snape said, his mother was gifted in potions.

Some perspectives on potions and thinking about some theories solved many doubts in Harry's mind head-on.

This frustrates Hermione a bit.

She looked at the notes, and many places were in the dark - obviously everyone has studied magic for a year, how could there be such a big gap.

At night, Harry will put on the Invisibility Cloak, avoid Snape's siege, and go to the Forbidden Forest.

Occasionally, I will meet Hagrid to see what other materials I can get.

The matter of the dragon egg was settled by Dumbledore, and Hagrid was not punished, but he was still crying - he couldn't raise the dragon, even if it was placed in the Forbidden Forest.

He was sent to a wizard named Newt Scamander.

Harry was familiar with the name, and almost every book he saw about magical creatures had the wizard's name written on it.

He was a little disappointed, it seemed that it would be difficult for him to obtain dragon materials in the future.

During the last week of term.

Harry still failed to catch the bicorn. The good news is that the range of activities delineated on the map is getting smaller and smaller. It may take less than a month for him to get what he wants in the next semester.

if…

If there is a way, it would be great to get this thing during the summer vacation.

The last day of the school year.

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