Rebirth of the Harry Potter

When get out of class was over in ten minutes, Snape opened the door and walked towards Neville.

Neville was sweating profusely. He looked up in despair and glanced at the classroom, waiting for the trial.

Neville has grown a lot. He is no longer the cowardly and inferior little fat man. In front of his classmates and other professors, he also raised his head, especially when his parents woke up two days ago, his family became complete, he The spirit is more abundant.

But, except when facing Snape.

Snape seemed to be his natural enemy, and Neville's posture facing Snape was always fixed in the first grade, timid and timid.

Snape stopped next to Neville's cauldron. He looked down at the cauldron, with a terrible sarcasm on his face, as if he was talking funny.

"Mr. Longbottom, what is this?" Snape whispered softly.

The Slytherins on the left side of the classroom watched Neville secretly. Listening to Snape's sarcasm about Neville was the most attractive part of the classroom.

"Moderator." Neville swallowed, and the goose bumps on the back of his neck rose.

"The demulcent is a calming medicine, and its ingredients are all herbs with stable medicinal properties." Snape said with a sarcasm: "I won't be surprised no matter what you fail, but it can simmer the demulcent. It can blow up the crucible. It's the first time I have seen you after so long."

There was a soft laughter in the classroom.

Snape turned his head and his eyes were dangerous: "Is it funny? Are you so proud? Or is it all successful?"

"..."

Snape continued in a smooth voice: "Longbottom, tell me, do you know the words?"

"Yes." Neville said, his hand gripping the wand tightly.

"Read me the third line of the operating instructions, Longbottom."

Snape was definitely an authority figure in the potions world. He only glanced at the gray residue in the cauldron and inferred which step Neville had done wrong.

Neville glanced at the operating instructions on his eye book and read: "Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then... add two drops of hellebore syrup."

The more Neville's voice became lower, he realized that he hadn't added hellebore syrup. At that time, seven minutes after the potion had boiled, he began to perform the fourth step.

"Did you do everything in the third, Longbottom?" Snape said.

"No," Neville said quietly.

"Sorry, please say it again." Snape put his hand to his ear to amplify.

"No," Neville said, raising his voice, "I forgot to put the hellebore."

Snape sneered: "So you can see the words Helleborus syrup. I thought your eyeballs were eaten by the Tendon."

After all, Snape ignored him and began to patrol the other classmates.

Neville looked at the steps in the book unwillingly, and muttered: "It's strange, why didn't I see it just now?"

Snape: "..."

"If your potion is successful, there should be a faint, silvery vapor." Snape said lightly.

Everyone, look at my crucible. I look at your crucible. Together they show the smile of a fellow man: ??ω??

A cloud of grayish-brown gas came out of Malfoy’s cauldron, Ron’s cauldron was spraying green sparks out, and Seamus frantically used the tip of his wand to stab the flames under his cauldron because they were about to go out. Now, the red gas in the crucible is getting faint, and the liquid in the crucible is about to cool down...

Standing on the podium, Snape expressionlessly saw the colorful steam coming out of dozens of cauldrons in the classroom. The scene was quite spectacular.

Only Harry and Hermione’s potions were normal, and they had been poured into the reagent bottle, cork-stopped, and placed on their desk.

"Why are ours a bit different?" Hermione observed the two bottles carefully.

The liquid in the bottle is light blue, with silver light spots floating in it, and it smells smooth.

"Where is it different?" Harry asked.

"On the whole, it feels like yours is more clear and transparent than mine, mine is a little muddy?" Hermione said hesitantly.

Harry held the jar in front of his eyes and nodded, "It's a little different."

"Why, it's obvious that we are doing the same operation, every step is done together, but your quality seems to surpass me." Hermione delved into the spirit, and at the same time was a little unconvinced.

Indeed, there is no difference between two people's steps.

But Harry thought about it for a while and understood what caused the difference.

"It's flames." Harry said eloquently.

"Impossible." Hermione immediately retorted, "I definitely did not make a mistake in controlling the flame at any step. Otherwise, if the temperature of the flame is wrong at any step, it will inevitably fail."

"I'm not saying that you controlled the flame to get out of the temperature range, but even though you kept the temperature constant carefully, there was still a slight jump, don't you deny it."

"Each step corresponds to an optimal temperature. If you can keep the flame constant, you should be able to make a potion like mine."

Harry reached out a hand and used magic to create a flame in his palm.

The flame radiated heat, and the color slowly changed, dark blue, yellow, red...

But no matter how the color changes, the shape of the flame remains the same.

It is not so much a flame, as it is more like a still painting or a sculpture.

"How did you do this?" Hermione's eyes widened, and when Harry actually showed it to her, she understood what Harry meant.

"If it weren't for the surrounding temperature to remind me that this is a flame, I would have thought it was a crystal column." Hermione couldn't help but stretch out her hand, wanting to touch the flame.

Harry quickly put out the flame, the heat inside was not a joke.

Hermione also used magic to conjure a flame. This time she was more focused on controlling the flame, but under her observation, the flame was impossible to achieve Harry's effect. She was moving all the time, and after a while, she was thinking about it. It hurts, ending the flame magic.

"Why is there such a big difference?" Hermione said disappointedly.

Harry said: "It should be that the mental power is strong or weak. My spirit is much stronger than you. It is easy to control the flames. Although the magic world is ever-changing, no one has studied the influence of mental power on magic. Maybe in the future You can specialize in this."

"Then how do you make your mental power stronger?" Hermione asked diligently.

"Mental power is actually the power of the soul. It generally becomes tyrannical with age. After reaching a certain age, the soul will no longer become stronger, and then it will slowly shrink."

"Is there only one way?" Hermione is quite regretful. "It's too slow, I can't wait."

"Is there a potion that can greatly enhance the soul?" Hermione thought.

"Don't make ghosts." Harry said suddenly and sternly, seeing Hermione just casually say, his face slowly eased: "There are indeed several forbidden-level potions that can lift the soul, but the result is not something that humans can bear. Yes, either the soul light will almost go out afterwards or the life span is only a few days."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "I know, I was bored to drink that kind of medicine. Aren't we chatting? It's not okay to just talk."

Harry said: "In fact, the potion made with the magic stone I let you drink not only keeps the body young, but also nourishes the soul, but the effect is not obvious. It takes a long time to see the effect."

Harry frowned without knowing what he thought of, with some doubts and joy: "Maybe there is a way to make the soul stronger without side effects. But I just doubt the feasibility."

"What method?" Hermione asked curiously.

A weird smile appeared at the corner of Harry’s mouth, and he pressed Hermione’s ears and said: “I remembered something, once I was in close contact with Helena (note, refers to kissing), as if her soul has changed~www .ltnovel.com~But I don’t care much, so I’m not sure."

"Why don't we try? I use magic to get our souls out of the body, and then...cough cough, I've figured out the name of this unique way, it's called...soul fate...what do you think, Hermione? "

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Black lines appeared on Hermione's forehead, her fists were tightly clenched, and she could hear the sound of clicking.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Hermione really wanted to blow Harry's head.

She gritted her teeth and said: "Harry, I think I know you enough every time, but you refresh my bottom line every time. You can also think of this kind of thing, soul... soul to you a big ghost. "

"Oh, let's forget it if you don't want to, you think everyone is willing to be a pioneer like me, dedicated to scientific research." Harry said righteously.

Hermione: "..."

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