Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

Potions class is like a magical kitchen.

Add the ingredients in order, and turn off the heat when it's time to turn it off. It might taste bad, but at least it won't kill you.

These are suggestions from senior students to freshmen.

In Chef Snape's classes, the best approach is to follow the instructions precisely, without trying to be clever.

Having learned his lesson from the last Potions class, John understood this principle well.

The best approach is to avoid making any unnecessary changes.

Adhering to this idea, John attended another potions class.

He was determined to show Snape what he was capable of!

......

"Mr. Merrick, be here at 7 p.m. sharp, scrape these buckets of slug mucus clean, and store them."

Snape's indifferent voice rang out.

At his feet were five iron buckets, inside which clumps of sticky, disgusting fat worms wriggled.

Some of the younger wizards with low tolerance for nausea couldn't help but gag upon seeing this.

"..."

John was speechless and somewhat annoyed.

In the end, all that could be left was a helpless sigh.

Today is Professor Snape's Potions class again.

He even reviewed what he would be discussing today.

He did everything he could for this course.

Snape asked him questions, and he answered them all correctly; he also completed the practical tasks given to him.

I completed the course exactly as described in the textbook.

Snape then blurted out, "You bookworm idiot."

In the end, they even left him with a dirty job.

What did I do to offend him?

"If you kill even one slug, you'll be in solitary confinement."

Snape didn't care what John was thinking; he coldly uttered those words and left the classroom.

After the professor left, the students also left the classroom.

Ryan and Ethan patted John on the shoulder, looking at him with expressions of helplessness.

By now, they were convinced that Snape was deliberately making things difficult for John.

"Let's go eat."

John shrugged helplessly and spoke first.

Today's potions lesson was still about scabies medicine.

However, these are corresponding acne and blemish removal medications.

One step in particular caught John's attention.

Lemon juice and snail shell powder.

The textbook suggests that this step involves pouring both ingredients into the crucible together and stirring immediately.

But John remembered the process Snape had used last week when he left him to do odd jobs, processing pufferfish eyeballs into granules.

Professor Snape said that some materials have weak magic and need to be mixed with corresponding materials to enhance their reaction effect.

Could lemon juice and snail shell powder also have this relationship, which is why they need to be added to the crucible together and stirred immediately?

Could it be processed like that time with pufferfish eyes?

It would be better to mix the lemon juice and snail shell powder first to further enhance the reaction between the two materials, and then pour it into the crucible.

That's what I think.

But in the end, John didn't do that; instead, he followed the textbook instructions meticulously.

Then he heard Snape's disgruntled snort.

Even though his potion was ultimately very successful, Snape still looked dissatisfied with him.

So John more or less guessed why Snape was punishing him this time.

But why is he so fixated on me?

......

This is the second week at Hogwarts.

The freshmen have completely adapted to the new environment, and some have started to form small groups to cause trouble.

John and his friends had originally planned to explore the legendary women's restroom that was said to emit cries every night.

As a result, John was punished by Snape.

We had no choice but to put it on hold for the time being.

However, to be fair, it's probably better to leave the matter of the four boys exploring the women's restroom unresolved.

He didn't want to be seen as a pervert.

After dinner, John returned to the Potions classroom alone.

When he arrived at the classroom, he found that Professor Snape was also inside.

"Hello, Professor."

John paused briefly before immediately greeting him.

Professor Snape merely glanced at John without saying anything more and continued with his work.

John was not surprised by this.

He wasn't actually that close to Professor Snape, so there was no need for him to fawn over him.

John sighed silently as he approached the buckets of slugs.

He crouched down, picked up the scraper next to him, and then reached out and grabbed a soft, slippery slug.

Although slugs look disgusting, they really are disgusting.

However, at least it won't smell like pufferfish eyes.

It even has a faint, pleasant fragrance.

So as long as you can resist the slippery feeling, this dirty work is actually quite simple.

He carefully used the scraper to gently scrape the slug's body, removing the slime, and then stored it in an empty bucket nearby.

This process was repeated, and soon the slime in the empty bucket accumulated more and more.

To be honest, personally experiencing this process of accumulating little by little is quite stress-relieving.

Oh no, am I born with a divine body for working?

John looked at his hands covered in slime and smelled the faint, pleasant fragrance lingering around his nose.

I suddenly have a strong desire to know what this delicate fragrance would taste like.

So, as if possessed, he stuck out his tongue and tasted the mucus.

Yue!

Report the food.

As soon as John tasted the slime, he put on a mask of pain and stuck out his tongue.

She shook her hand dismissively, but as soon as she looked up, she met Snape's undisguised look of disgust.

"Uh... Professor, I'm done..."

John shrank back and said embarrassedly.

Professor Snape opened his mouth, wanting to make a sarcastic remark to John.

But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he didn't know what to say.

This unfortunate kid even dared to taste slug sap; he really didn't know how to mock him...

But the disdain in his eyes grew stronger.

"Pour them into the jar."

"Okay!"

Finally, Snape simply gave one more instruction: to tell John to store the bucket of slime.

Amazingly, the glass jar John poured into the slime, though small, was filled to the brim with a whole bucket of slime without any sign of overflowing.

Oh my storage space!

Just as John was looking at the jar with curiosity, Snape's voice suddenly rang out again.

"Slug mucus is a very strong thinner, so don't touch my materials with your mucus-covered hands."

John blinked upon hearing Professor Snape's words.

I've gained even more knowledge that I've never heard of before.

"Okay, Professor, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

John stood up, wiped his hands, and said.

Professor Snape did not respond, and John, too lazy to guess his meaning, turned and walked straight out of the classroom.

After John left, Professor Snape glanced at John's retreating figure.