Ultimate Simp King - Snape

In the following days. Chris jumped back and forth between [Genius] and [Waste), so that the entire Hogwarts knew that the first-year student who fought at the welcoming banquet was a schizophrenic patient.

Transfiguration — [Waste]

[Magic insulator?] (Professor McGonagall's doubts)

Charms —[Waste]

[Great potential] (Professor Flitwick's euphemistic evaluation)

Defense Against the Dark Arts — [Genius]

[A complete genius!] (Professor Quirrell's excited words)

Herbology — [Genius]

[Future successor!) (Professor Sprout's fanatical cry)

History of Magic — [Genius]

[You are the God of History!] (Ghost professor worshiping)

Astronomy — [Genius]

[Are you from the starry sky?] (Sinistra doubts life)

Flying — (Waste)

[Is there a possibility that you are an elephant?] (Madam Hooch's words)

In general, it's fifty-fifty

Four days passed in the blink of an eye, and Friday arrived. It is worth mentioning that Malfoy did not have any conflict with Harry in Flying class, and no one was injured. Neville was caught by Chris-yes. Neville still fell, and Chris was almost certain that Professor Quirrell had done it, but he couldn't find any evidence.

Chris judged that Quirrell should want to take this opportunity to kill or at least injure Harry Potter, so as to vent his anger for his good master, but Neville got the order wrong and got the problematic broom.

In the end, Neville fell down by himself, but Chris was prepared for this and miraculously caught Neville.

A disaster and conflict were quelled.

Harry Potter's flying talent was displayed from the first lesson, but it was not as prominent as in the original script, but he was still internally appointed by Madam Hooch as a Quidditch reserve player.

Until this Friday, Chris went to the dungeon for Snape's Potions class.

Chris really wanted to ask what's so special about you, Snape? Other teachers have at least two classes a week, but your course only has one.

As soon as you enter the Potions classroom, you feel a chill-it's gloomy and damp inside, and the surroundings are full of various specimens soaked in formalin including internal organs and plants.

An oily old bat floated in-like a ghost.

Snape walked to the front desk, waved his wand, and the surrounding windows were automatically pulled down, making the room even darker. Under the dim light, Snape's hooked nose was like a demon.

Chris felt that if Snape were to be dubbed, he would definitely need to use Little Sister Carrying a Doll

In Potions class, Gryffindor and Slytherin share the same classroom, Malfoy glared at Chris fiercely. He clearly remembered the footprints at the welcoming banquet.

In the past few days, Malfoy can be said to have been unable to eat or drink, just holding his breath he didn't find a suitable opportunity in Flying class on Thursday, and he has to find a way to show his face in "his own territory" today.

"Such a warm morning, but I have to come to the classroom to educate you idiots, I'm really annoyed, so-it's best that no one skips class when I call the roll later, otherwise that person will be in big trouble!" Snape said gloomily.

Listening to Snape's roll call, Chris suddenly felt that the flow of magic was a little wrong, so he opened his clairvoyant eyes and looked at Snape. The shining golden light blinded Chris dog eyes!

A doe stood in the air, quietly watching the students. Chris took a lot of effort to see clearly. In an instant, Chris understood that it was Snape's Patronus that Patronus was not watching all the students, but staring at a corner-the location of Harry Potterl

Obviously, this Patronus was not summoned by Snape voluntarily, but appeared passively and subconsciously, so it did not manifest itself and was seen by others Chris thought quietly and the reason why the subconscious mind would produce a Patronus is because Snape felt some happiness?

Could it be that just seeing Harry Potter already makes Snape feel happy? What kind of pervert is this??? Snape, you ultimate simp! Even the child born to your beloved woman and another man makes you feel so sorry?

Chris was speechless to the extreme, quietly watching the light of the Patronus. In the eyes of others, the dark and terrifying dungeon was illuminated by the light of the Patronus in Chris eyes, full of warmth, peace, and the aura of love.

Chris was almost intoxicated by it.

At this moment, Hermione gently poked Chris arm-the two were sitting together, and had been together for the past three or four days.

Snape called Chris name!

Chris instantly came out of the Patronus's atmosphere and quickly replied: "Yes!"

Snape's face darkened: "Mr. Feynman, do you have ears? Or are your ears not used to hear sounds?"

"I'm sorry, I was distracted!" Chris said.

"Distracted? If you are distracted while making potions, you will die miserably!" Snape said fiercely: "Gryffindor loses five points!"

Chris shrugged helplessly, and Hermione rolled her eyes at Kerry.

"Oh-Harry Potter, this is our newcomer-a famous person." Snape called Harry's name, his words filled with a strong mocking tone.

Chris couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Harry Potter. The deeper the love, the deeper the hate. Even the subconscious Patronus would come out involuntarily to take a look at Harry Potter. One can imagine how much Snape's simping index has broken through the sky,

Snape turned his head to face all the little wizards: "Potions is the most precise subject. It has extremely strict process requirements. You don't need to wave your wands in this class, so many of you will think that Potions is not an important course. You don't understand the charm of Potions at all!"

"You don't understand the greatness of Potions at all, and I don't really expect you to understand the rolling fragrance emanating from the boiling cauldron. You will never understand, but I can reluctantly teach you how to gain prestige and get honor the honor of Potions!" After Snape finished speaking. he added: "Provided that you are not fools!"

"Harry Potter!" Snape suddenly shouted.

"Here!" Harry was very confused. Why did it suddenly become his name? Shouldn't we be learning Potions?

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape said.

Harry: Died

"I don't know, professor," Harry said.

"Heh heh... It seems that the most famous celebrity in our class is not as great as his reputation!" Snape said contemptuously, full of sarcasm.

"Mr. Potter, I'll give you another chance if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go to find it?" Snape asked again with sarcasm.

Hermione, who was sitting next to Chris, almost stretched her hand to the ceiling of the classroom, but the Simp King was torturing Harry Potter, so how could he pay attention to Hermione.

"I don't know, professor," Harry said again, his expression very embarrassed.

Malfoy and others from Slytherin next to him were laughing so hard that they could hardly close their mouths.

SIMP KING SNAPE was frantically slaughtering Harry Potter; he had already scored a double kill.

"Don't you even know this, Mr. Potter?" Snape seemed to wear a thick sneer on his face: "I imagine you didn't even flip through a single book before the start of term, did you, Potter?"

Harry had fully realized Snape's malice. He straightened up, looked at Snape's hooked nose, and met Snape's gaze without any fear.

"I'm going to ask a very simple question what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape ignored Hermione, who had already stood up and was about to poke a hole in the ceiling with her arm.

"I don't know," Harry said softly. "But I think Hermione knows the answer. Why don't you ask her?"

"Your intelligence is even lower than I imagined. I'm not trying to belittle you, just stating some facts," the old bat said unkindly.

Chris could even see the veins on Harry's hands.

Fight, fight! Chris was the type to enjoy a good show

However, Snape disappointed Chris. He walked back to the podium and scanned the room. Although he didn't say anything, Chris felt like he could provide a voice-over for Snape-"A bunch of losers!"

"Sit down!" Snape roared at Hermione, who sat down with a aggrieved look.

Chris whispered, "It's okay, don't take the words of a lunatic to heart."

Hermione said, "Snape is such a disgusting teacher."

Chris gently patted Hermione's hand, signaling her to relax.

"Mr. Feynman! What are you whispering about?!" Snape's flames unfortunately burned Chris.

"I was thinking that you must particularly like Mr. Potter, so you deliberately try to get his attention," Chris said calmly.

An unpleasant expression appeared on Snape's face, and Chris suddenly felt the pleasure of exposing a secret.

"Because of Potter, disrespecting a professor, Gryffindor loses three points! Because of Christian Feynman insulting a professor, Gryffindor loses twenty points!" the old bat said harshly.

Malfoy and his cronies in Slytherin were almost clapping on the table with joy,

"Heh heh" Chris said: who cares! Who the heck cares about house points! Deduct as much as you want!

Chris glanced at Snape with contempt, his eyes clearly saying: [If you have the guts, deduct another twenty points!]

Snape frowned deeply. He clearly saw Chris expression.

"Chris stand up!" Snape roared.

Chris shrugged and stood up casually.

"It seems you think you're very smart. Then answer the three questions from just now!" Snape said, "For every word you get wrong, I will deduct another point!".

"Grind an appropriate amount of Asphodelus root into powder and add it to the juice of wormwood. After stirring to a certain extent and heating over a low flame for about a quarter of an hour, we can obtain a powerful sleeping draught. Its scientific name is: Draught of Living Death.

This paragraph comes from page 97, paragraph five of 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi.' The end of this paragraph explains the shortcomings of the Draught of Living Death, including that it cannot be used on lower animals, it cannot avoid interference from the Awakening Charm, it has a serious odor, and so on.

However, this paragraph ignores the most important flaw. For this, we can refer to page 111 of 'Advanced Potion-Making Theory. In this book, the supplementary shortcomings of the Draught of Living Death are described in detail the Draught of Living Death, once used in excess, will cause the true death of the human body! This is the fundamental reason why the Draught of Living Death has become a dangerous potion!"

Chris super memory isn't the common human photographic memory. His super memory is a 3D human photographic memory. All his memories will automatically delete some useless components, but all "active" memories are 100% completely memorized, and he can automatically associate them with related memories, which is almost equivalent to impianting a supercomputer + automatic search +3D camera full-frequency tape recorder in his brain.

"And coincidentally, bezoar can be made into a solution that can just detoxify the Draught of Living Death. We can certainly obtain bezoar from the stomach of a cow, it is a cow's stomach stone.

As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, collectively called aconite. Both have very strong toxicity, and although both are the same plant, the difference in growing conditions leads to significant differences in their medicinal properties.

And even more coincidentally monkshood can also be detoxified with bezoar.

However, this is not possible with wolfsbane; it must be combined with another auxiliary potion-you guessed it it's the Draught of Living Death!

Using a large dose of the Draught of Living Death will lead to death. However, after being poisoned by wolfsbane, a large amount of the Draught of Living Death must be used to remove the poison of wolfsbane, and then bezoar is used to completely extract the remaining toxicity of both."

Chris spoke eloquently.

"I think Professor Snape, you want to use these three potions to illustrate the mystery and greatness of potions, so that the little wizards will have a sense of awe for potion-making. But-just like you said, none of these little wizards can currently appreciate the mystery and greatness of potion-making. Obviously, you will be disappointed.

But-forget it, let's just stop here."

After Chris finished speaking. Snape even showed a slightly surprised expression. Being able to answer those three questions wasn't anything, but being able to relate the three together after answering the questions and guess Snape's thoughts was a very high level

"What are you all looking at! Write it down!" Snape roared at all the little wizards. Snape took a deep look at Chris, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued lecturing.

The second half of what Chris didn't finish saying just now was a bit embarrassing. Although he had already offended Snape, he didn't want to offend him too much.

Snape was actually using these three potions to represent the relationship between Harry's parents and Snape

Love is poison-Aconite-James Potter

Love is also the antidote Bezoar Lily Evans

Only acted as a catalyst-Draught of Living Death-Severus Snape

Chris really sympathized with Professor Snape. Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, he was a truly good person, but it was a pity that he couldn't open his heart. In the end, Snape's tragic ending was also destined,

It can only be said that as the ultimate simp, the ultimate simp king, Snape died as he deserved

The first half of the potions class was boring to the extreme. Snape's lectures were rigid and had no fun at all.

The second half, the practical class, almost became Chris personal show.

Hermione and Chris worked together to make a Pimple Potion.

Hermione's hands-on ability was still relatively strong, but compared to Chris, it was simply negligible

The horned slug was processed in a flash. Just like lightning on paper, with a flash of light, the internal organs and unclean parts of the slug were processed, waiting to be steamed.

Snake fangs, one second Chris turned the fangs into powder with his own strength. Hermione swore that it was definitely the most pulverized teeth she had ever seen.

Weighing dried nettles, Chris gently snapped it with his hand, and it was exactly three-quarters of an ounce as needed.

Needless to say, the control of the heat. If the temperature was low, Chris would use heat rays to heat it up. If the temperature was high, Chris would use freezing gas to cool it down.

The cauldron in front of Chris and Hermione was always maintained at 99.5 degrees Celsius.

"Add porcupine quills after extinguishing the fire..." Hermione repeated softly, putting the weighed porcupine quills in. A disgusting smell came over them, not a stench, but a corrosive smell similar to sulfuric acid.

The color quickly turned into a warm green, which meant that the Pimple Potion was made successfully.

"Unbelievable! We only used twenty-five minutes!" Hermione exclaimed. Looking at the surrounding students, each of them had just reached the step of grinding snake fangs, and the fastest student was Malfoy, who was just starting to boil the soup.

"Professor Snape, we're done!" Hermione raised her hand, with a proud smile on her face.

Snape looked at the finished product with a gloomy face, quite surprised, but didn't say anything, just ticked a small hook in a booklet.

In this way, Little Superman Chris ended his first week of study at Hogwarts.