Chapter 933 Unstable Harry
"Of course, after this year, many of you won't be able to take my classes anymore." Snape continued, "I only pick the best students for my n.e..Ts Potions class, which That said, some of us are going to have to say goodbye."
He pursed his lips slightly and his eyes fell on Harry's face.
Harry stared at him unflinchingly, too, and he couldn't help but feel a vicious pleasure at the thought of giving up Potions and getting rid of Snape after fifth year, which was probably the best he'd heard in a while. news.
"But we'll have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell," said Snape softly, looking away from Harry's face, "so whether or not you plan to take the n.e..Ts , I would recommend all of you to focus on your homework and achieve the high pass level that I require my o..Ls students to achieve.
He paused, waved his wand, and the formula and brewing method of the potion appeared on the blackboard.
"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in ordinary wizarding level examinations: palliative potion, which can calm and relieve restless and anxious emotions. Be careful, if the ingredients are careless, it will make the person who takes the potion fall into a dead state A severe, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behaviour."
According to the method on the blackboard, Harry tried to boil the palliative potion, which was the most difficult and labor-intensive potion he had encountered. The ingredients must be added to the cauldron in strict order and quantity; the mixture must be stirred. To the prescribed number of times, neither more nor less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; when the crucible boils, the temperature of the flame must drop to a certain standard, neither high nor low, and keep it for a specific period of time before it can Add the last ingredient.
With ten minutes left, Snape said, "Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white steam."
Harry, sweating profusely, glanced up at the classroom in despair.
Puffs of dark gray gas came from his own cauldron, green sparks sputtered from Ron's, and Seamus frantically poked the tip of his wand at the flames under his cauldron because they were about to go out.
Hermione's potion was emitting a shimmering silver-white steam. When Snape walked quickly, the eyes on the hooked nose looked down at Hermione's cauldron without making any comments. Said he couldn't find anything wrong with it.
At Harry's cauldron, however, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sarcasm on his face.
"Potter, what is this?"
The Slytherins at the front of the room looked up with interest. They loved hearing Snape sarcasm Harry.
"Mediate," Harry said nervously.
"Potter, tell me!" Snape said softly, "Can you read?"
"Yes," said Harry, gripping his wand tightly.
"Astonishing. In that case, read me the third line of the operating instructions, Potter."
Harry squinted at the blackboard. Now that the dungeon was filled with steam of various colors, it was not easy to see the operating instructions on the blackboard.
"Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for seven minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup."
His heart sank, he didn't add hellebore syrup.
After letting the potion boil for seven minutes, he went straight to the fourth instruction.
"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"
"No." Harry said angrily.
"Sorry, I didn't catch you, please say it again."
"No!" said Harry, raising his voice. "I forgot to put in the hellebore."
"I know you've forgotten, Potter, which means that this crucible of garbage is useless and disappears without a trace."
Harry's potion was gone in an instant, and he stood stupidly beside an empty cauldron.
"Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a short-necked bottle with a large belly, carefully label your name, and take it to my podium for inspection. The performance of this brewing will affect the Your grades for the year," said Snape, "and homework: a twelve-inch essay on parchment on the properties of moonstones and their use in medicine, due Thursday."
Students around Harry were filling flasks with potions, and he was furious as he put everything away.
His potion is no worse than Ron's, Ron's crucible now smells of rotten eggs; it's not worse than Neville's potion, Neville's potion has become hard, like freshly stirred cement, he Now I had to dig it out of the cauldron.
But it happened to be him, Harry, who got zero marks for today's homework.
He put his wand back into his bag, sat down on his seat, and watched the other students walk towards Snape's podium one by one with short-necked bottles filled with potions and covered with corks. After a long time, the bell When it finally rang, Harry was the first to rush out of the dungeon, not wanting to stay here for a moment.
When Aiwen and the others came to the auditorium after their dreary Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the weather on the ceiling was dark and gloomy, and the raindrops were pattering on the high windows. They were in the same bad mood as the fourth graders.
The only one who was in a worse mood than them was Harry, and Ivan could feel it just when he got close.
"It's really unfair that Snape did that," Hermione said to Harry. "Your potion isn't nearly as bad as Goyle's, and when he was filling the bottle, the whole thing just splattered all over the place." , and set his robe on fire."
"Hmph, when has Snape ever treated me fairly?" said Harry sullenly, staring angrily at the plate.
"I thought he'd be a little bit better this year!" said Hermione in a disappointed tone. "I mean, you know, well, he's now in the Order of the Phoenix and everything."
She looked around cautiously. There were six or seven empty seats on either side of them, and no one passed by the table.
"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots." Ron said sharply, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy to trust Snape. Is there any evidence that he is really no longer a mystery?" Are people working?"
"Dumbledore must have had enough evidence, though he didn't show it to you," said Hermione curtly.
"Oh, shut up, you two," Harry said irritably, "can't you just stop for a while? It's been going on all morning, and it's always going on and on, and it's driving me crazy .”
Both Hermione and Ron froze, looking angry and aggrieved.
After Harry finished speaking, he threw down his minced mashed potato pie, and threw his schoolbag on his shoulders. Just as he got up, he saw Ivan and Colin walking over. He stopped for a moment, muttered a greeting, and walked away Go, leaving four people in a daze.
"What's wrong with him?" Ivan looked at Harry's back in surprise, his mood has been unstable recently.
First, I had a quarrel with Seamo last night in front of all the students in the school, and now it's like this again...
No matter how close the relationship is, it can be seen that Harry's temper is obviously much more irritable now than before.
Maybe it's because the accumulated pressure is too much, at least in the last semester, it wasn't like this.
"It's that old bat Snape!" said Ron in disgust. "He deliberately targeted Harry and gave him zero points for the potion."
"Don't mention this, how is your place?" Hermione said, helping Ivan get a piece of mashed potato pie, "What did Professor Umbridge teach you in class?" 8More wonderful novels, welcome Visit our library