Chapter 20: Professor Snape’s Venomous Tongue

Chapter 20: Professor Snape's Venomous Tongue

"Ah?"

Ron's expression turned quite interesting when he heard they had to attend Potions class with Slytherin.

He winked at the others and said, "I've heard that the head of Slytherin is even stricter than Professor McGonagall!"

Neville said softly, "And it's only towards students from other houses. He seems to treat his own students very well."

Dylan raised an eyebrow.

That wasn't entirely wrong.

When class started.

Professor Snape began calling out names.

When he reached Harry's name.

He paused.

"Oh! Let's see, the famous Harry Potter!"

Snape's gaze was calm and cold, and when he met Harry's eyes, it seemed quite empty, even with a hint of hostility.

"Dylan Hawkwood."

"Professor, I'm here!"

Dylan's voice was loud, and Snape's eyes immediately turned over.

However, when he looked over, he saw Dylan staring at him with eyes that seemed to be glowing.

It felt like...

A dog that had been hungry for three days seeing a meat bun.

Snape frowned slightly.

He began calling the next name.

When he placed the list in his hand on the podium.

He scanned the room.

"Hello, you group of foolish little wizards."

Professor Snape's voice was low and cold, with a hint of contempt, but very penetrating.

"Potions is not magic, but a precise and rigorous art, which does not require your clumsy wand-waving."

"I don't expect all of you to appreciate the beauty hidden in the fragrant smoke swirling from a simmering cauldron."

Snape glanced at Malfoy.

"I only hope that a few outstanding students can understand the wonderful magic of how the liquid flowing into people's blood can be so exhilarating and mind-altering..."

"I can teach you how to enhance your reputation, brew glory, and even stop death."

Professor Snape's tone changed.

"But only for a few outstanding students."

"Some fools will never understand the mysteries of potions."

Since the little wizards present were taking Potions for the first time.

No one had ever heard that magic could stop death.

They all widened their eyes.

Dylan's gaze also became more eager.

Potions was indeed a very mysterious and profound course.

Like spells, it was worth studying for a lifetime.

Professor Snape's words were not nonsense or empty talk.

The Elixir of Life could definitely be brewed with potions.

During the waiting time before school started, Dylan had also read many books about potions.

Since he knew a little about traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, he couldn't help but compare Chinese medicine with potions when he learned about them.

After all, in his opinion, the two were actually similar.

They were just mixing some herbs, trying to balance or amplify certain medicinal properties, or reduce certain medicinal properties.

But as he learned more about potions in books, he found that Chinese medicine and potions did have some similarities.

Even if the herbs in his previous life had magical effects, it wouldn't be impossible for Chinese medicine practitioners to brew the Elixir of Life.

And it was precisely because of this that the difference between Chinese medicine and potions emerged.

The herbs brewed in Chinese medicine did not have magical effects.

However, the herbs brewed in potions could make the substances in the potions produce magical effects.

Therefore, he thought of something else.

Chemistry!

Before the ancient centuries, who would have known that chemistry could cause explosions?

Potions and chemistry were almost both keen on dealing with the mixing and transformation of substances.

Thinking carefully, unicorn horn powder, mandrake root, salamander eyes...

Compared to the encounter of acids and bases, the wonderful reaction of redox...

There were definitely similarities.

And they both required strictness.

Pieces, only, drops...

Controlling quantitative and variable...

In fact, thinking carefully, chemical pharmacy was more similar to potions than Chinese medicine.

And the essence of brewing potions could also be understood as brewing physical spells.

The mystical elements contained in potion ingredients would be released during continuous brewing and stirring.

This was also related to how many times it was stirred and how it was stirred.

Brewing potions, numbers were equivalent to chanting spells.

The brewed potion was equivalent to storing a spell.

Making the potion achieve the same magical effect as a spell.

Dylan couldn't wait to study this profound subject.

As for Professor Snape...

Just a "soft-hearted" person~

What was so scary about him?

"Little celebrity, your arrival has caused quite a stir at Hogwarts."

Professor Snape's narrow gaze was fixed on Harry.

"Answer me, what happens when powdered root of asphodel is added to an infusion of wormwood?"

Dylan knew the answer to this question.

However, he sat in the front row, and Harry didn't want to sit in the front, so he sat in the back with Ron.

Therefore, he was completely confused by Snape's sudden question.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Professor Snape asked two more questions in succession.

Harry couldn't answer any of them.

The strange color in Professor Snape's eyes became more and more intense.

"Gryffindor loses one point!"

Dylan didn't think much of it.

In class, he carefully noted every step of Professor Snape's instructions.

Although this little thing's mouth was venomous, he had real skills!

He had to learn all the knowledge that this proud and mean professor knew!

When Professor Snape walked past Harry, who was sitting in the back row.

Gryffindor had already lost five points.

Snape passed by Dylan.

He was about to criticize this strange little wizard.

However, he found that almost every step of the potion brewed by the other party was precisely in line with the points he had mentioned that needed attention.

Professor Snape was stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

However, he didn't add the points back to Gryffindor, but instead prepared to pass by Dylan.

Unexpectedly, Dylan stopped him.

"Professor Snape, please don't leave yet. I have a few points I'd like to ask you about."

Professor Snape paused, and the cloak that had just started to sway stopped abruptly.

He turned around and glared at Dylan.

"Being able to talk while brewing a potion shows a lack of focus, Gryffindor loses one point!"

Dylan: "Okay, so I want to ask, if I add..."

Dylan asked a few questions in succession.

Professor Snape answered them one by one.

The more he answered, the more he felt that this little wizard named Dylan Hawkwood was different from the other fools.

He definitely had great talent in potions!

This made Professor Snape's impression of Dylan slightly change.

Dylan: Otherwise, what would my achievement task reward be?

(End of chapter)

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