Being at Hogwarts, something's not right with this system.

Snape stood there, looking at the group with a hurt and incredulous expression, as if he had been betrayed.

It's no wonder he was like that; after all, Snape valued potions highly, and they were arguably his lifelong pursuit besides dark magic.

After all, Lily is dead, so what else can he pursue? (a dark joke).

That's why Snape couldn't tolerate others using crucibles to prepare food.

It's like someone trying to use Lao Tzu's alchemy furnace to make roast duck.

He'd probably be whipped to death by Laozi's whisk.

Do you think you're Sun Wukong?

I'll hang you in there, believe it or not.

"Oh, Francis, you're here too! Come and try this hot pot, it's really good," Dumbledore warmly invited.

Snape, however, remained unmoved and continued to roar, "And who is Francis?"

His name is Severus, Severus Snape.

Snape was so angry he was about to lose his mind.

Besides, Dumbledore hadn't even put the first piece of meat on his chopsticks into the pot yet, so how would he know if it was good or bad?

When did he learn to use chopsticks?

"Alright, Snape, the children are still here. Don't let them see this and make a fool of themselves," Professor McGonagall gently reprimanded him. Then Snape saw that she had also taken out a cauldron and added it in.

Snape: ...I'm tired. Let's destroy it.

It turns out that the hot pot meal at noon today was arranged by the four of them together, and Professor McGonagall arrived late because she had just finished her second class in the morning.

Although Gryffindor's first-year curriculum only consists of one long class in the morning, which was the Potions class not long ago.

However, courses for other grades and other colleges are still available, so teachers will continue to teach.

Seeing Snape standing there alone, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Lin Yu spoke up first, "Professor Snape, the cauldron is just a tool. The essence of a potion lies in the ingredients, isn't it? So even if I use a bowl to mix the dead and living potion, isn't that still a potion? But what does that have to do with the cauldron? It's like how many people think wands are very important, but what's the use of a wand if you have one but don't know any spells? However, without a wand, even if you know many spells, it's meaningless if you can't cast them."

"What exactly are you trying to say?" Snape was getting confused.

Lin Yu said again, "What I mean is, a tool is just a tool, don't take it too seriously. This is my cauldron; whether I use it to cook or make potions is my freedom. As long as I can complete your classwork and don't break any school rules, could you please not bother me?"

To put it simply, don't meddle too much.

This belongs to me, Lin Yu. I can do whatever I want with it.

Snape turned and walked away with a gloomy expression.

He didn't turn around even though Dumbledore was calling "Severus" from behind.

Lin Yu muttered, "What's he here for?"

Professor McGonagall said slowly, "Dumbledore sent him here, hoping to ease the tension between you two and prevent you from going head-to-head the moment you meet. I'm starting to miss those brats from back then; you're like James. No, you're like that little... Black. You hate evil and never compromise or back down when it comes to people you don't like."

Lin Yu guessed that she meant Sirius Black.

And James is Harry's father, James Potter.

But Lin Yu shook his head and denied it, saying, "No, Professor McGonagall, I'm not the person you're talking about. If I had to say, I like the Weasley twins, George and Fred. Because they've always known, they understand where to draw the line."

Lin Yu did indeed have a good impression of the Weasley twins.

Because George and Fred are genuine pranksters, but they have their own boundaries and never cross that line.

Their well-intentioned pranks never offend the other person's self-esteem, let alone hurt them.

They would never play pranks on strangers, as that would be too impolite.

On the contrary, they only joke with their friends.

Moreover, they always knew that Lin Yu and Hermione didn't like making jokes, so they never made those kinds of jokes, and would even defend the things they cared about.

It's hard not to like twins like that; they're like Gryffindor's precious little darlings, everyone loves them.

But what about James and Sirius?

They're really bad; they're not much better than Snape.

Snape was a Death Eater prospective during his school days. He pursued dark magic and became a follower and loyal follower of Voldemort.

Dumbledore once disliked Snape, and would sarcastically ask him, "What could a Death Eater possibly ask of me?" or "What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?"

James and Sirius aren't much better off.

Sirius Black did it on purpose; he lured Snape there.

But what if something unexpected happens?

Lupin will either turn into a werewolf and kill Snape, or turn Snape into a werewolf as well.

Sirius Black is a madman. He doesn't even consider the consequences of his actions, or how Lupin will deal with the problems that follow.

So Lin Yu shook his head and denied it; he was not like anyone else, he was just himself.

He wasn't as bad as James or Sirius, but of course, he wasn't a pushover either; he wasn't a saint.

Since Snape doesn't like him, he won't try to win him over; it's best for them to just keep to themselves.

But if Snape wants trouble, then let's hurt each other.

I have a girlfriend, you don't.

You have lost your beloved forever, but mine remains.

I'll make you so angry.

Hehehe.

"Alright, Minerva, since Severus can't enjoy this, then we'll have to," Dumbledore sighed. It seemed they would have to enjoy it themselves.

"Professor McGonagall, let me make you a pot base," Lin Yu said, taking the crucible from Professor McGonagall and starting to add the medicine into it.

That's right, it was drugging.

He cut off a tiny bit of the powder from the 100,000-year-old ginseng and put it in the pot. He also cut off a small piece of the 100,000-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

Professor McGonagall almost laughed in exasperation at his stingy and cautious manner: "Lin Yu."

Professor McGonagall sounded somewhat annoyed and said, "Couldn't you have cut more?"

Lin Yu, without even looking up, said, "Forget it, Professor. You and Principal Deng are too old; you can't handle such strong medicine. I'm afraid you'll both get nosebleeds. This is a potent medicine."

Ginseng essence is a powerful medicine made from ginseng that has become a spirit; it can even run on the ground.

This is not a joke.

In Lin Yu's hand, ginseng tendrils were whipping him, but they were powerless to stop him. He couldn't even scream because he was restricted in some way.

Lin Yu was actually considering whether or not to transplant the previous batch of 100,000-year-old medicinal herbs into the Qiankun Creation Bottle.

However, to be fair, these powerful medicines are now in his hands as a reward from the system, and he can still control them.

He was afraid he wouldn't be able to defeat them if he gave them freedom.

At least for now, Lin Yu is probably no match for these powerful medicines.