The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 383 Different Courses
Is there anything more unacceptable than being put in detention at the beginning of the school year?
No, but there was one thing that was almost as annoying as being put in detention at the start of the term, and that was having Potions on the first day of term, facing the Potions Professor Severus Snape.

It was sunny outside the castle, but it was dark in the underground classroom. There were only ten students in the classroom, including Ada, and among the remaining nine, Ada only knew Clark Gerard and Cedric Diggory.

Snape floated to the podium like an old black bat. He first glanced at the ten students, then said, "I said in your first year that I would teach you how to brew glory and even prevent death. Now that those idiots are gone, I think you can get in touch with some more advanced content... However, even though you have reached the standards of the advanced class, it does not mean that you can stay here forever, especially for some people who like to be self-righteous."

In the underground classroom, all the students looked at Ada, even an honest kid like Clark was looking at Ada. These "meaningful" words could only be said to Ada, after all, no one else dared to touch Snape's tiger whiskers.

Isn't it just staring, as if no one knows how to do it. So, Ada looked back at everyone with her eyes, and her eyes seemed to tell everyone: Why are you looking at me? Look at the blackboard!

Of course it is useful to look at the blackboard. The content that everyone is going to learn in this class, the Living Hell Potion, is already shown on the blackboard.

Snape did not change his previous teaching method, and still adhered to the idea of ​​"the teacher leads you to the door, and the practice is up to you." How to prepare the Living Hell Potion and what raw materials are needed are all written in "Advanced Potion Making".

If you need to be taught all this, then may I ask if you don’t know how to read?

Suddenly, the classroom was filled with the sound of flipping pages, followed by a harsh scraping sound. Everyone was pulled in front of the crucible, and then there was the sound of weights being placed on the scale with clanging sounds.

After doing all this, everyone started to look through the book again, checking the contents of page 10 of "Advanced Potion Making", and then everyone ran to the lockers to find the corresponding raw materials.

Ada was not in a hurry. She tied her hair up first, then rolled up her sleeves, and then began to make corresponding preparations.

Ten minutes later, the whole classroom was filled with light blue steam. Snape was still the same, walking around in the dungeon, looking at the students' work with a look of disdain.

However, the students who can appear in the underground classroom at this time are all excellent students. No one will make low-level mistakes, blow up the crucible, or get confused under Snape's gaze.

Ada was the fastest in the classroom, and the potion in the crucible was already brown, which was the ideal state when the potion was halfway through. At this time, Snape also walked to Ada's side and observed her movements.

Ada was already accustomed to preparing potions under Snape's watchful eye. She continued with her actions, squeezing the sleepy beans with the side of the silver knife to collect the juice.

When Ada finished her movements and put the juice of the sleepy beans into the crucible, Snape suddenly asked, "Miss Drizzt can't read?"

The potion in the crucible had turned into a light snow-blue color. Ada said, "You can read, Professor Snape." She thought to herself, we have known each other for so many years, don't you know whether I can read or not?

"How does the book deal with sleepy beans?" Snape continued to ask.

"Slice the sleepy beans." Ada answered Snape's question while continuing her actions, stirring the liquid in the crucible counterclockwise.

"Since you can read, what did you do just now?" Snape said, "Stop what you are doing and answer my question."

In the Potions class, no matter what you do, you can easily be discovered. Snape circled around Ada and asked a bunch of questions, which naturally attracted the attention of other students in the classroom, and everyone looked over.

How could Ada not see that Snape was obviously picking on her? Wasn't it just that he didn't follow the standard in the book? Was it necessary to make such a big deal? Besides, Ada used a knife to squeeze the sleepy beans, a trick she had learned from Snape. Could it be that Ada was just letting the officials do what they wanted?
"I thought Miss Drizzt had already been able to revise Advanced Potion Making!" Snape said in a very annoying tone, "Or does Miss Drizzt think the textbook is useless?"

Unable to tolerate this, Ada directly retorted: "Of course I don't have this ability, I learned it from an old bachelor! An old bachelor who doesn't like to wash his hair and has a heart smaller than a needle!"

"Gryffindor will be deducted five points for your arrogance and foul language," Snape said slowly. "In addition, you will be detained tonight."

"I'm sorry, Professor Snape, you're late. I have to go to Professor McGonagall for detention tonight." Ada said, "As a teacher, please don't cut in line!"

Familiar taste, familiar recipe, on the first day of school, Snape arranged a package of deductions and confinement for Ada. The petty Snape still did not forgive Ada's behavior last semester.

Snape ruined her good mood for the whole day. It was not until she sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom in the afternoon that Ada's mood improved a little bit. Because Snape had always wanted to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, but he had never been able to do so.

When the school bell rang, Moody appeared in the classroom dragging his artificial leg. He didn't say anything but took out his curved bottle of wine and took a big sip.

Moody was like this when he first appeared in front of the students yesterday, and he was still like this when he had lunch today. It seemed that Moody was really worried that others would murder him, so he only drank what he prepared.

The artificial leg stepped on the ground, making a "thump, thump" sound. Moody glanced at the "Dark Arts: A Guide to Self-Defense" on the student's desk and said in a rough voice, "Put away these useless pieces. You won't need them."

Moody shook his head, pulled out the roster and began to call the roll. His normal eye moved down the list while his magic eye kept darting back and forth, staring at each student who answered.

When calling Ada's name, Moody suddenly stopped and said, "Ah, I have heard your name. Whether it is my predecessor Professor Lupin or my former colleagues in the Ministry of Magic, they have all mentioned you."

Moody said this with a kind smile, which he was the only one who thought was kind. When he smiled, his scarred face looked even more distorted and weird, and it was just two words: "fear".

After calling out the names, Moody said, "Well, you are already in sixth grade. It's time for you to get in touch with illegal dark magic spells and have an intuitive understanding of dark magic. Otherwise, why is this course called Defense Against the Dark Arts? Although the Ministry of Magic has always complained about this and feels that students should not be exposed to these things, the wizarding world is safe and peaceful... Damn the Ministry of Magic! Those people in the Ministry of Magic are wimps and good for nothing! They can't do anything. The only thing they can do is collect your bodies if you have any left."

The students in the classroom were very excited at first, because they thought Moody would show them the real thing. Then everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, it seemed that Moody had a deep grudge against the Ministry of Magic!
"If someone wants to use black magic against you, will he tell you that he is going to use black magic? No, he won't. When he is ready to use black magic against you, you must be prepared to die!" Moody paused, then continued, "Or, accept torture that is more cruel than death."

The Unforgivable Curses are called Unforgivable Curses not just because they have no counter-curse. The Killing Curse is death, the Cruciatus Curse is torture worse than death, and the Imperius Curse is control over your soul.

Sometimes, death is a kind of mercy and a relief. The most terrifying thing in this world is never death, but the inability to live or die.

"When facing a dark wizard, you must be ready to kill him at any time, or be killed by him at any time." Moody continued, "Life and death are only a matter of thought. What I want to do is to teach you how to defeat your opponent in that moment."

Moody laughed hoarsely, then clapped his rough hands and said, "It seems that you are frightened. This is different from what Dumbledore said. He said you are very brave."

"Now, can any of you tell me what the Unforgivable Curses are?"

(End of this chapter)