“Harry, let me ask you, if I add river water, mistletoe berries, and valerian to the cauldron, what will I get?”
River water? Mistletoe berries? Valerian?
What are these three things?
Harry glanced at Hermione and Chen Yu with a pleading look.
He felt that only they would know the answer.
“Forgetfulness… Potion…”
Chen Yu and Hermione mouthed the words, whispering hints to Harry.
Even Chen Yu and Hermione didn't dare to be too arrogant in Snape's class.
Perhaps hearing the hints from Chen Yu and Hermione,
Harry replied, “Forgetfulness Potion.”
Snape “tsk”ed and pursed his lips, “How rude, you must add ‘Professor’ at the end of your answer.”
Then he continued to ask, “What ingredients are needed to brew a Wiggenweld Potion?”
The questions Snape asked, Chen Yu had read in Potion Class textbooks from other semesters; these were all beyond the scope of the current curriculum.
Given Harry’s level of aversion to Professor Snape, it was impossible for him to preview the content of Potion Class class, let alone study next year’s content in advance.
It was precisely because of this that Snape would ask Harry these questions without any scruples.
Harry’s face was identical to James’s when he was young; every time Snape saw Harry, he was reminded of James’s hateful face.
The answer was too long, Hermione was already covering her forehead, she had done her best, even if she had memorized the entire Potion Class book, Snape still had ways to target Harry.
Chen Yu still whispered, “Dried Billywig stings… snake fangs… wolfsbane…”
Seeing Chen Yu’s mouth shape, Harry nervously stammered his reply, “Stings, snake… wolfsbane… Professor.”
It sounded as if the Wiggenweld Potion recipe included stings, snake, wolfsbane, and Professor.
“Nonsensical answer!” Snape looked at Harry with disdain and snorted. “It’s dried Billywig stings, snake fangs, wolfsbane.”
After speaking, he pointed his finger at Chen Yu and Hermione: “Don’t think I don’t know about your little tricks! When I ask questions, no secretly giving answers to others! No whispering during class! Gryffindor, three points deducted!”
Then Snape began to roar, “Why aren’t you writing all of this down? Do you all know it already? You truly are the worst class I’ve ever taught!”
A rustling sound of quills and parchment being fumbled with filled the classroom.
Amidst the noise, Snape added, “Today we will learn to brew Cough Potion. I hope the Gryffindor students will remember! Don’t always send yourselves to the Hospital Wing!”
The Little Wizards sitting in the Slytherin section let out a low chuckle, remembering Neville’s mistake in the last Potion Class class that sent him to the Hospital Wing.
“Oh, and also—” Snape drew out his words, a look of scorn on his face, “If the experimental steps I teach differ from the content in your textbook, ‘Magical Drafts and Potion Class,’ do not be surprised. Just follow what I say.”
“I mean no disrespect to ‘Magical Drafts and Potion Class’ written by Arsenius Jigger. Since it has been designated by the Ministry of Magic as the Potion Class textbook, it naturally has its merits.”
“However, this is already fifty years old, in other words, some of its steps are a bit outdated…”
Snape stood at the podium, staring at the Little Wizards.
When he talked about Potion Class, his entire demeanor changed completely; his eyes glowed, and he spoke eloquently to the Little Wizards.
At this moment, Snape indeed looked somewhat like a knowledgeable Professor, rather than the perpetually gloomy, deeply troubled old bat who had experienced his youth's love being stolen, his middle age's final farewell with his beloved, and his old age teaching the son of his enemy.
Chen Yu was very curious, what kind of emotions did Snape hold when facing Harry?
Was it the continuation of the hatred for having his wife stolen, or was it loving the house and its occupant, or perhaps both?
Chen Yu recalled a piece of news about Harry and Snape that he had seen on a certain app in the real world.
What if Harry was a girl, and her personality was more like Lily’s?
In Potion Class class:
“Harley, you answer this question.”
“Professor, I don’t know…”
“Very honest! Gryffindor, ten points added!”
“Harley, tell me the steps for this potion.”
“I’m sorry, Professor, I don’t know…”
“Very good, innocent! Gryffindor, ten points added!”
“Professor, why don’t you call on Hermione? She’s been raising her hand.”
“Very good, kind, thinking of your companions! Gryffindor, twenty points added!”
Harley sat down, looking bewildered, and curiously discussed with Ron, her voice loud enough for almost the entire classroom to hear.
Snape: “Excellent, actively discussing problems, studious! Gryffindor, another 10 points added!”
Malfoy: “Professor, why is this happening?”
Snape: “I just remembered something joyful… Oh, what house are you in? Answering questions without raising your hand in class, one hundred points deducted!”
In class, Snape asked Harry, “What kind of people do you dislike?”
Harry hesitated and replied, “Probably… maybe… perhaps bald people? After all, they don’t look like good people.”
That evening, Snape met with Lord Voldemort.
The moment Lord Voldemort turned around, Snape hit Lord Voldemort with an Avada Kedavra.
Before he died, Lord Voldemort asked with a puzzled look, “Why?”
Snape held his wand and replied expressionlessly, “Harley dislikes bald people.”
His fantasy time was interrupted by Hermione’s elbow.
Chen Yu snapped back to reality and found Snape looking at him with burning anger: “Mr. Chen Yu, tell me! What were the steps I just taught for brewing the Cough Potion?”
Cough Potion?
Chen Yu only remembered the steps from the book; what Snape had just taught must have been his improved recipe.
He secretly glanced at Hermione’s notes, but after only two glances, he heard Snape’s roar.
“Miss Hermione, mind your notes!”
Hermione was startled by Snape’s roar and quickly pulled back the parchment she had pushed towards Chen Yu and covered it.
Chen Yu could only answer with the knowledge he had read in the textbook.
“Hmph! The answer from the textbook, but not what I wanted… Not listening carefully in class, Gryffindor, one point deducted! Stay behind and clean the Potion Class classroom! Remember, no magic allowed!”
Snape’s punishment for Chen Yu was severe; not only did he deduct house points from Gryffindor, but he also made Chen Yu stay behind and clean without using magic.
This was a treatment even Harry hadn’t experienced.
Harry was stunned, not expecting Snape to be capable of other punishments besides deducting house points.
Frightened, he immediately listened attentively, temporarily not daring to daydream in Snape’s Potion Class class.
Snape punished Chen Yu because he sensed sympathetic thoughts in Chen Yu’s wandering gaze.
As a master of Occlumency and Legilimency, even without using Legilimency, he could vaguely sense the emotions in a Little Wizard’s mind.
Generally speaking, when someone lied to him, he could always tell.
Just as he could sense Harry’s dislike for him.
Most Gryffindors disliked him, and Snape was not surprised by this.
What was surprising was that from Chen Yu’s gaze, Snape actually sensed sympathy and pity.
It was as if he knew Snape’s past experiences.
After secretly using Legilimency, he found Chen Yu’s mind to be blank, unable to extract his inner thoughts.
This caused a flicker of confusion and surprise in Snape’s mind, and he decided to punish the Little Wizard who was distracted in his class.
After hearing Snape’s punishment, Chen Yu pouted unwillingly and sat down.
Cough Potion was not a complex potion to make, and Neville and Seamus didn’t cause problems every class.
After class, Snape was the first to leave the classroom, and the other Little Wizards dared to trickle out afterwards.
Hermione, Neville, Ron, Harry, and others wanted to stay and help Chen Yu clean, but Chen Yu stopped them.
“Alright, no classes this afternoon. I originally wanted to take you to see Hagrid, but it looks like it will have to wait until next time.”
“I’ll go ahead with Ron and Hermione. When you’re done, you can find us at the small cabin by the Forbidden Forest.”
Harry said goodbye to Chen Yu with a regretful look.
After everyone had left the classroom, Chen Yu pointed his wand at the floor.
“Aparecium!”
