Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry

Chapter 332 326. Vivian Decoction

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"Open your mouth. Ah, be good Lily."

Snape was holding a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. He forced a slightly ugly smile from his stiff face and coaxed little Lily in a low voice: "Be obedient, Lily, be good. Say...ah...eat." These things are good for you.”

He was feeding Lily.

Little Lily is over one year old and can eat some simple food, mostly liquid food.

It was hard to imagine that the Potions teacher, who was always stern in class and seemed to have lost the feeling of laughter, would do such a thing for a child.

However, little Lily didn't appreciate it. No matter how much Snape tried to coax her, she just refused to take a bite.

The bowl was filled with some dark, sticky soup. I couldn't tell what it was, but it exuded an indescribable strange smell. Not only children but also adults didn't like this smell.

"Stop feeding my daughter those weird things."

Vernon put his hands on his hips and yelled at Snape angrily: "There are bugs, poisonous snakes, and those flowers and plants of unknown origin mixed together. Do you want to kill her?"

"What do you know?"

Snape replied calmly, without even raising his head. His attention was entirely on little Lily, and he had no intention of explaining anything.

He would be friendly to Petunia because they were neighbors who grew up together. His attitude towards Vernon was obviously much different, although anyone familiar with Snape would know that he was actually very considerate. , if it were anyone else, he would not reply.

Who is he?
He is one of the few masters of potions in the wizarding world, and people who want his potions can line up this street.

Our Potions Master is very proud, but the problem is Vernon doesn't know that.

"She doesn't like it!"

Vernon roared in anger so loudly that the whole house could hear it.

"These things are good for her! I'm doing it for her own good!"

Snape was starting to get a little angry too.

The main reason was that little Lily refused to open her mouth no matter what, and he was reluctant to use force.

Vernon snatched little Lily from Snape's hand, held her in his arms, and stared at Snape warily: "So what? She doesn't like it, do you understand? She doesn't like it."

Compared with Vernon's 300-pound body (most of which is now muscle), Snape's little weight is like a skinny monkey.

There is an essential gap in strength.

If you think about it, you can understand why Vernon was so nervous.

Let me ask you, you suddenly discovered that your wife’s former neighbor was secretly feeding your daughter a very suspicious decoction. How would you react?
"I'm her godfather!"

"I am her father!"

The two grown men glared at each other, panting heavily at the same time, their faces flushed, neither of them willing to give in.

Although Vernon had a great fondness for Snape because of Sirius, this goodwill disappeared not long after he became little Lily's godfather.

Even brothers, couples, parents and children will have different opinions on the next generation, let alone fathers and godfathers.

Fortunately, both of them were very restrained. Vernon refrained from punching the other's gloomy face, and Snape refrained from casting a curse on the other.

"Oh my god, what are you going to do?"

The one who could persuade the two of them at the critical moment was Penny, who hurriedly ran out of the room.

Lifting little Lily up from Vernon's arms, the child seemed frightened by the two of them, with her little mouth pouting and her eyes filled with tears. "Go away, go away, you two rude guys, look at how scared Lily is!"

Penny drove the two of them back to the living room. The two people sitting on the sofa turned their heads and let out a cold snort.

The movements were exactly the same, as if they had been rehearsed thousands of times.

"What happened?" Dudley came down from upstairs, wearing a small vest used for exercise. He was followed by Harry, who was yawning and rubbing his eyes as if he hadn't woken up. He had learned from Dudley a long time ago During the Invisible Stretching Charm, Harry's room was moved upstairs.

"I smell the potion"

There was a faint smell of potion floating in the room, which could not escape Dudley's keen sense of smell.

"It's still a very strong tonic."

Harry added with a huge yawn, having been woken up by Vernon's previous rant.

After all, he was also the top student in the potions class. Although he couldn't smell the specific potion, he could still tell the type.

"let me see."

Dudley walked up to the bowl of potion, put it under his nose and sniffed it for a few times, his eyes lit up: "Are there phoenix tears in it?"

Harry, who was originally drowsy, suddenly became more awake after hearing the word Phoenix.

As we all know, the tears of the phoenix are a very precious potion material. It not only has the power to expel curses, but it is also a very powerful healing potion that can detoxify almost all biological toxins.

In the black market, there is a price but no market.

Even without any processing, phoenix tears can be used directly as potions. Potions that can use phoenix tears must be the most top-notch existence.

Harry held the bowl of dark potion and looked at it for a long time without recognizing what it was.

"This can't be Fawkes's, can it? Professor Snape, what did you do to it?"

Dudley had reason to suspect that Snape got the tears from Fawkes.

Even the Forbidden Forest, known as the Zoo of Magical Animals, does not have a phoenix, except that Fox has not heard anything about the phoenix for hundreds of years, and although this creature is far less aggressive towards humans than those 5X level magical creatures, it is It's extremely difficult to tame, and you can't even see it, let alone make it cry.

Snape didn't answer, but judging from the micro-expression on his face, Dudley was probably right.

"What potion is this?"

Let alone Harry, even Dudley couldn't tell what kind of potion it was.

"Don't you think your level of potions is better than mine? You can try and see if you can tell, Dursley, um, little Mr. Dursley."

"I think it's very simple. A normal wizard can see it."

Harry was listening to a black thread, and he couldn't tell what kind of potion it was. So he wasn't a normal wizard?

Obviously what Snape wanted to express was to test Dudley as a test, but when he said it it was more like a sarcasm.

Don't expect Snape to speak well, it has been a habit for decades.

While smelling the potion, Dudley picked up the bowl of potion and looked at it carefully. After a while, he lightly dipped a little of it with his little finger and put it in his mouth.

His eyes widened for a moment and he turned sharply to Snape.

"Is this Vivian decoction?!"

(End of this chapter)