Chapter 245 Cheating
"Hell, this is scarier than my mom's cupboard!"
I don't know who spoke the little wizards' thoughts, and Hermione couldn't help but wrinkle her nose.
But no matter how much the students dislike it, the classes must still continue.
However, what is even more tormenting is yet to come. Defense Against the Dark Arts was originally supposed to be a course that focused on practical combat and was very interesting.
As a result, Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a thick turban, could only follow the instructions blindly, and even his voice sounded like he had polio, whispering and stumbling.
After listening to most of the class like this, Hermione finally couldn't help but complained in her mind, "What does Principal Dumbledore think? Is this Professor Quirrell really here to teach?"
The coverage area of the spiritual thoughts in Niwan Palace has been extended to the edge of the land of twenty meters, and a response was given.
[Then you are wrong. The person in front of you was once an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. 】
After hearing this, Hermione looked at this cautious professor again. She really couldn't imagine how he deserved the title of "Outstanding Graduate".
"So there's a story in this?" Hermione was not stupid and naturally understood the implication.
[Do you still remember what your mother said to you when you entered the train station at the beginning of school? 】
"Well, mom seems to be saying all the time, which sentence are you referring to."
[When you stare at other wizards. 】Lu Yuan reminded.
Hermione's memory immediately found an anchor, and a comment about wizards resurfaced in her mind: They may think this is very low-key, but in the eyes of us ordinary people, it is more attractive...
Combining the content of this sentence, Hermione suddenly came to a conclusion: Quirrell was faking!
His probing eyes couldn't help but look at Quirrell again.
【Lower your head! 】
Hermione complied as she was told, "What's the matter?"
[Your gaze is too direct. This is not good, as it will be noticed by sharp people. You must learn to cover it up in the future. If you really can’t control it, you can use your peripheral vision to observe. 】
When Lu Yuan said this, Hermione thought of the crisis she encountered at the platform again, and became nervous. "Is Quirrell the same as the two at the station?"
[Don’t worry, he is not. 】
These words made Hermione's tense body relax slightly.
[But he also has his own secret, you might as well check it out. 】
Hermione memorized these words, and her little eyes began to become mischievous in class. Curiosity was probably the nature of every little wizard, and Gryffindor was more prominent among them.
After class, Hermione couldn't wait to share the "doubtful points" she had observed with Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan was noncommittal, but he didn't want to dampen the little witch's enthusiasm.
In Lu Yuan's mind, Voldemort was quite suitable for training with Hermione who was just starting out.
What? You ask Harry Potter what to do, what does that have to do with him?
The next day, while having breakfast, Hermione noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Especially at the Gryffindor table on their side, the young wizards looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Hermione asked curiously about the red-haired Ron next to her. After the previous memory ball incident, her relationship with Harry, Ron, and Neville had become much closer.
Ron lowered his head and whispered: "Didn't you look at the class schedule? We are going to Potions class later."
His expression was heavy, as if he was not going to class but to be executed.
The little witch was about to say that she knew, it was just a potions class, so what? But suddenly she recalled the appearance of Professor Snape in her mind, and she suddenly understood something.
The location of the Potions classroom is not in the main building of the castle, but underground.
The gloomy and depressing atmosphere can be felt from the moment you step into the classroom. Coupled with the various biological specimens placed in bottles and jars around you, any normal person will feel uncomfortable when he comes here.
And naturally they and the Slytherin students were in this class together.
The unyielding Malfoy cast provocative glances at Hermione and Harry when they met.
Harry stared back, but Hermione ignored him and chose a seat in the middle. If it were another professor, she would choose the front row.
Harry sat on her left side, his notebook placed neatly.
No one dared to be late for this class. The moment the class time came, the wooden door of the classroom was violently pushed open, and Severus Snape, wearing a black wizard robe, walked straight in like a dark bat. In front of the podium, wrapped in a robe, he leaned slightly and scanned the audience. In a low tone, he said the classic line of the heavens:
“I don’t expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance. Nor do you really understand the liquid flowing into people’s blood vessels, the magical magic that fascinates people’s hearts and blurs their will. .
But here, I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid idiots I often encounter! "
After some opening remarks, Snape, as expected, called Harry Potter on the grounds that he was not paying attention to the lecture.
"Mr Potter, our great lord, tell me, what would I get if I added the powder of narcissus bulbs to an infusion of absinthium?"
Harry was confused. Isn't this the first lesson? How could he know?
Just when he was about to shake his head sincerely, a line of golden text suddenly appeared in front of him.
Harry was even more confused, and even rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly. It was indeed words, and it seemed to be the answer to the question.
"Mr. Potter, are you serious when you rub your eyes? Are you listening to my question with your eyes?"
Snape's voice immediately caused a chuckle in the classroom, but when his gloomy eyes swept away, the voice disappeared instantly.
"Mr. Potter!" Snape reminded again.
"It's Professor of Life and Death Water, a powerful sleeping pill!" Harry answered with a stiff face.
Snape paused and continued: "If I ask you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"
At this time, Hermione, who was bowing her head next to Harry, pointed her wand at Harry on the left and whispered a spell.
——The illusion came.
Harry saw the golden text again and answered, "Professor of the cow's stomach!"
Snape's third question followed, "What is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum wolfsbane?"
"There is no difference, they are all Aconitum!"
After three times in a row, Harry was much more confident.
Snape looked at the boy in front of him again, especially his eyes.
Just when Harry thought that this questioning was over, the questioning started again.
"What is the function of coprolite?"
"It can detoxify, professor!"
"What are the raw materials for refining dried nettles, snake teeth, and porcupine quills?"
"Scabies potion, professor!"
"What can be made with moonstone powder and hellebore essence syrup?"
"Demulcent, professor!"
......
The two asked and answered quickly, and the number of questions gradually increased to more than a dozen. The expressions of some Slytherin wizards who were originally watching for fun also changed. Is this the strength of the savior? !
It's really terrifying!
"What are the special requirements of the intelligence enhancer for angelica?"
When it came to this question, the content involved had already exceeded what was learned in the third grade. Hermione had no relevant answer in her mind, so she had to remind Harry to stop.
However, at this moment, Harry had already mechanically read the words to answer. When he saw the golden text appear again, he read it out without thinking:
"Harry, say you don't know..."
Halfway through, Harry suddenly covered his mouth when he reacted, and Hermione next to him directly held his forehead.