The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

After breakfast, the students all headed to the classroom. Lin De's life is hard, and he has to take over for his own dean. He actually wanted to take Potions class. Not for anything else, just because today's lesson was taught by Snape and Lily.

On the way to the classroom, Lily asked Snape: "Why do you suddenly want me to teach the seventh grade? Didn't I not be allowed to intervene before?"

"If you feel that you are not up to the task, you can bring it up. I forgive an inexperienced potions scholar." Snape strode ahead with a straight face, and the witch had to trot to keep up with him .

"When will you get rid of this stinky habit?" Lily said in a hurry, "When I was in school...I mean, you used to be the same. You never said anything directly, always beat around the bush, and liked to satirize others .”

The old bat with fluttering sleeves paused for a moment, then glanced back at Lily. The neatly dressed witch was not frightened by Snape's cold eyes, and proudly raised her head, looking at him with a strange expression of pity.

"... Dumbledore suggested that I give you the teaching job." Snape said reluctantly, frowning violently.

"But you're worried, so you're going to try my skills, isn't that right?" Lily smiled and followed Snape briskly. "What are you doing in that tower? Can I go and see?"

"Didn't De Lin tell you?"

"He only said it was a place for magic experiments."

"Then you don't need to know." As a member of Gautami's appointment, Snape knew very well what secret work was.

"Are you so stingy? Then I'll go and ask him in person."

When they rushed to the classroom, there was less than half a minute left before the start of class. It can be said that they stepped on the point. At this moment, all the students were here.

Lily's arrival was a surprise to the seventh grade students, especially the Gryffindors, who all smiled and applauded.

"Quiet—" Snape drew out, and the dampened tone killed the applause in one fell swoop.

"Ms. Evans Collins is in charge of this class." After he finished speaking, he sat in the corner of the classroom, took out a thick notebook and flipped through it.

The female teaching assistant did not have stage fright, and asked with a smile: "Which classmate can tell me, what have you learned?"

Percy Weasley, the chairman of the Boys' Union, raised his hand to answer: "Ms. Collins, recently we have been helping Professor Snape brew potions. Mainly life and death water and enhancers. In addition, there are white moss potions, amnesia Potions, euphorias, and palliatives."

Lily glanced at Snape in surprise, the old bat was sitting in the corner motionless like a deaf man.

"Then are you going to make more potions in this class, or do you want to listen to the content of the exam?"

Students have said that they want to listen to content related to the exam. They were treated as free labor for weeks, tired of the repetitive content.

"Okay, let's talk about what this N.E.W.T. is all about. I took this test and got a high score. Although it has been several years now, the teaching materials are still the same as when I was in school. . I think my experience can also be of guiding value to you.”

The female teaching assistant talked about many precautions for the exam, as well as tips for brewing potions. There are not many students in the classroom, and there are only about 20 students in the four colleges, and everyone listens with gusto.

Seeing that half of the class was over and the enchanting scent of the potion hadn't wafted out, Snape finally couldn't help interrupting Lily's lecture.

"Ms. Collins, your exam experience is very touching, but the Potions class is not the place for you to give a speech. This is the lecture hall of the Potions class. As a teacher, what you should teach is not how to deal with the examiner with smooth words, but the art of manipulating the temperature , how to brew glory in a humble cauldron, to seek truth, and to hold back death - let not your still pleasant chatter fill this hallowed hall, but let the steaming mist and the fragrance of magic permeate every stone brick .Did I make it clear enough?"

Lily narrowed her eyes, and retorted retortly, "If Mr. Snape has already taught the art of potions, I'm afraid no matter how hard I try, I'll just beat the drums on the foundation you laid. I think what the students urgently need is not to repeat Instead of using potions that follow the crowd, they explore the loopholes in the knowledge system and make up for the shortcomings and shortcomings, so that they can get high scores."

When the witch showed this look, she showed a very proud and unyielding temperament. Lily was a strong witch, and she would part ways with her closest childhood friend just because of a humiliating word. She backed down only once in her life, and that was to beg Voldemort not to kill her one-year-old son.

Snape's tough posture couldn't help but stagnate, and he suddenly asked coldly: "It seems that you are very confident in your knowledge reserve, so may I ask, what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfsbane aconitum?"

"They are the same medicinal material, collectively called aconitum."

"Where can you get bezoar?"

"Simple, it's a type of stone that forms in the stomach of a goat."

The old bat walked up to the female teaching assistant and looked down at her unfamiliar face, and then asked the last question: "If you add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion, what can you get?"

Lily's eyes flickered. The "narcissus" Snape said was asphodel (asphodel), a type of lily. In ancient Greece, this kind of flower was often considered to be closely related to death. After the death of ordinary people, the soul will go to the field of Afuhua to rest, and it is often extended to the grief caused by someone's death. The flower language is: My regret follows you to the grave. Wormwood, on the other hand, often suggests remorse, regret, and pain.

He does not mean that. Lily suddenly gave birth to a touch of emotion.

She silently stared at the face of the old bat, gloomy and oily, with eyes as black as deep pools, just like the boy who lived in Spider's End alley back then.

"Can't answer?" Snape smiled complacently. "It seems that you are not qualified to teach seventh grade graduates."

"No, I know. This is the recipe for the water of life and death."

Draught of Living Death, two raw materials that symbolize sorrow are mixed together to create a potion of living hell in the wizard's cauldron. Although the drinker will fall into a painless slumber, the experience is not very pleasant. To infuse the god's brain with the water of life and death, it needs to be paired with a euphoric potion so that the nerve cells will not fall into an excessively depressed state.

Snape coughed dryly and said, "In that case, why doesn't Ms. Collins demonstrate how to make the water of life and death?"

"Of course it's okay, I still want to compete with you." Lily said in a flat tone, "If I cook the medicine faster than you, does that mean that Mr. Snape can rest assured to entrust me with the substitute job?"

The students booed excitedly.

The old bat snorted, "Want to show off? You won't get it."

The witch took out her wand, and with a flick of her hand, two workbenches moved in front of them.

"Shall we start?"