Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes.” Snape continues, "I only select the best students for my N.E.W.Ts magic class, which means some of us will have to say goodbye. ”

He slightly raised his mouth and looked at Harry in the face.

Harry also stared at him weakly, thinking that after fifth grade, he could give up his magic class and get rid of Snape and feel a fierce pleasure, which was probably the best news he had heard recently.

“But before that happy moment of farewell arrives, we need to hold on for another year.” Snape whispered his eyes off Harry's face, "so whether you're going to take the N.E.W.TS exam or not, I suggest you all focus on your homework and achieve the high pass level I asked my O.W.Ls students to achieve.

He paused, waved a wand, and the blackboard showed the recipe for the potion and how to make it.

“Today, we are going to formulate a drug that often occurs in ordinary wizard level examinations: a soothing agent that calms and soothes restlessness and anxiety. Note that if the ingredients are so-so when placed, they can put the drug user in a dead, sometimes irreversible coma, so you need to pay special attention to your behavior. ”

In accordance with the method on the blackboard, Harry strives to boil the palliative agent, which is one of the most difficult and laborious he encounters, and the ingredients must be added to the crucible in strict order and volume; the mixture must be stirred to the prescribed number of times, not more or less, first clockwise and then counterclockwise; the temperature of the flame must be reduced to a certain standard, not higher or lower when boiling, and maintained for a specified period of time before the last ingredient can be added.

Ten minutes left, Snape said, "Your medicine should now produce a faint, silver-white steam. ”

Harry was so busy sweating, he looked up desperately and swept the classroom.

His own crucible produced a dark grey gas, and Ron's crucible was spraying green sparks; Simo went mad to stab the flame beneath his crucible with the tip of his wand, as they were about to extinguish it.

Hermione's medicine is producing a slightly flashing silver-white vapor, and as Snape walks by, his eyes on the eagle hook's nose look down at Hermione's crucible and make no comment, which means he can't pick out anything wrong.

But next to Harry's crucible, Snape stopped and looked down at the crucible with a terrible irony on his face.

“Potter, what is this? ”

Slytherins in the front row looked up with interest, and they loved listening to Snape dig Harry.

“Mitigating agents.” Harry said nervously.

“Potter, tell me!” Snape whispered, “Do you know how to read? ”

“Yes,” Harry said, clamping the wand tightly.

“It's amazing, in that case, read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter. ”

Harry stared at the blackboard, and now there's steam of all colors in the basement classroom. It's not easy to see the operating instructions on the blackboard.

“Add moonstone powder, stir three times counterclockwise, boil for seven minutes, and add two drops of sneeze-grass syrup. ”

His heart went down and he didn't sneeze the herb syrup.

After he boiled the medicine for seven minutes, he directly executed the fourth operation instruction.

“Did you do everything in article three, Potter? ”

“No,” Harry said silently.

“I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. Would you mind saying that again. ”

“No!” Harry raised his voice and said, "I forgot to sneeze grass. ”

“I know you've forgotten, Porter, which means this crucible is useless and disappears. ”

Harry's medicine disappeared and he stood silly next to an empty crucible.

“Anyone who carefully reads the operating instructions, puts a sample of your medicine in a bottle with a short neck, carefully labels their name, and takes it to my podium for testing, and this performance will affect your grades for the school year.” Also, "Snape said," homework: Writing a 12-inch paper on parchment paper on the properties of moonstones and their use in pharmaceuticals, Thursday. ”

Everyone around Harry was filling the short neck bottle with medicine, and he put the same thing away and was angry.

His medicine was not worse than Ron's, and Ron's crucible now smelled like a stinking egg; nor worse than Neville's. Neville's medicine became hard-boiled, like just stirred cement, and he had to pull it out of the crucible.

But it was him, Harry, who scored zero on his homework today.

He put the wand back in his bag and sat on his seat, looking at the other students with a short neck bottle filled with medicine and covered with cork, and walked to Snape's stage. After a long time, the bell finally rang, and Harry was the first to rush out of the underground classroom and didn't want to stay here for a moment.

When Evan came to the auditorium after their boring defense against the dark arts class, the weather on the ceiling was gloomy and the rain slammed high windows, just as bad as the fourth grade students were in the mood.

The only thing worse than their mood is Harry, but just getting close, Ivan can feel it.

“It's not fair that Snape did that," Hermione said to Harry, "your medicine wasn't as bad as Gore's, and when he went into the bottle, the whole pile suddenly splattered and burned his robe. ”

“When did Snape ever treat me fairly?” Harry said depressedly, staring at the plate.

“I thought he was going to get a little better this year!” Hermione said in a disappointing tone, "I mean, you know, um, he's in the Phoenix now, and everything. ”

She looked carefully around, with six or seven empty seats on either side and no one walking by the table.

“Poisoned mushrooms don't change their spots.” Ron said with all his blood, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy, and I believed Snape, what evidence could prove that he really stopped working for the mystery man? ”

“Dumbledore certainly got enough evidence, even though he didn't show it to you.” Hermione said without politeness.

“Oh, shut up, you two.” Harry said irritably, "Can't you just stop for a while? It's been going on all morning. It's always been an endless fight. It's driving me crazy. ”

Hermione and Ron were both stuck, angry and grieving.

Harry finished, threw down his meat-stuffed potato mud pie, tossed the bag over his shoulder, just got up and saw Ivan and Colin walking by, he stopped, muttered a greeting and went long, leaving four people stunned.

“What's wrong with him?” Evan looked strangely at Harry's back, and his emotions haven't been very stable lately.

First last night, I had a fight with Simo in front of the whole college, and now this...

No matter how intimate the relationship is, Harry's temper is clearly much more violent now than ever.

Perhaps too much pressure has been built up, at least not during the first semester.

“It's that old bat from Snape! Ron said reluctantly," He deliberately gave Harry a zero on his meds. ”

“Forget it. How's it going with you guys?” Hermione said, helping Ivan with a piece of meat-stuffed potato mud pie, "what did Professor Umbridge teach you in class? ”