A certain broken Hogwarts

Chapter 17 The Weird Potter

After his brief opening remarks, in the ensuing silence, Snape suddenly called out, "Potter!"

What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?

Harry stood up and thought for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "...it could be made into a very potent sleeping pill, a dose of... uh, the Water of Death."

Because of Owen's reminder, he had been flipping through the Potions textbook more often these past few days. He remembered that this issue was mentioned on a page near the end of the book, but it was definitely not something they needed to preview at this stage!

Meanwhile, Owen, who was huddled in a corner of Potions class, was watching the show with great interest. He secretly used a spell to start a fire under the cauldron in front of him, leaning against it to let the warm flames dispel the surrounding chill, while his mind began to wander.

It is said that Professor Snape's question carried a profound meaning. According to Victorian flower language, the "daffodil" he referred to is a lily resembling a daffodil, whose flower language is "My regret follows you to your grave." Wormwood, on the other hand, signifies "absence" and "bitter sorrow." The actual meaning of his statement was: I deeply regret your mother's death.

The above heartfelt monologue that brought tears to the eyes of listeners and saddened the heartfelt audience... was actually all made up. Irving can only say that it was absolutely a beautiful misunderstanding.

Look at the malicious look in Professor Snape's eyes when he looks at Harry Potter; Owen is sure his intention is purely to make things difficult for him. Although Snape is determined to protect Harry, he has never hidden his dislike for him. Rather than secretly expressing his remorse to the face in front of him that is so similar to James's, he would rather let him talk to his cauldron.

Besides, if Professor Snape really had that kind of romantic EQ, Harry should be surnamed Snape now!

"Of course, given that he's a very skilled Occlumency master, it's not impossible..." Owen stretched out his hands to warm them in front of the flames, noticing that the malice in Professor Snape's eyes had lessened slightly after hearing Harry's answer.

Snape's expression remained inscrutable. Giving Harry no chance to catch his breath, he went straight to the next question: "If I asked you to find a dung heap, where would you look for it?"

Hermione raised her arm high, and Harry hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and saying, "I don't know, Professor."

This is from "A Thousand Kinds of Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms." His study time is limited, and he also has to take care of the preview and homework for so many subjects, so it is impossible for him to memorize this book in a short period of time.

"Then tell me, what's the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum davidii?" Snape continued to ask indifferently.

"It's 'A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms' again!" Harry sighed and said softly, "Sorry, Professor, I haven't previewed it yet."

"Nothing special, Potter," Snape said in a cold, smooth voice. "It seems fame isn't everything. You should know your place. Sit back down. Don't think that just because you're in my house I'll give you special treatment."

Harry sat back down, raising his emerald green eyes to look suspiciously at Snape's sallow face, which held a cold expression that seemed to conceal a hint of disgust. He wondered if this was really not deliberately making things difficult for him. After all, Draco really wasn't very reliable.

But then he remembered that Owen had said something similar, telling him that "you can completely trust Professor Snape." Harry didn't think Owen was joking... although he often couldn't tell how much of what Owen said came from some kind of wicked humor.

"So, is there only one other possibility?" Harry took a deep breath. "So the Headmaster actually had such high expectations of me? He must be very disappointed in me now."

Although Harry knew he wasn't a genius at all and preferred to be seen as an ordinary person, he didn't have the habit of repeatedly disappointing others who placed high expectations on him.

Harry's eyes blazed with determination, and he looked at Professor Snape with a firm and sincere expression: "I understand, Professor! I'm sorry, I won't let you down again."

Snape's perpetually gloomy expression turned somewhat strange for the first time. As a teacher who always seemed to have a keen eye for his students' thoughts, he couldn't understand what Potter had come to know. And when had he become disappointed?

Staring into the other person's firm and sincere emerald green eyes, and the hint of guilt hidden within them, he was momentarily dazed. The sarcastic remark he wanted to utter stuck in his throat, and for a moment he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Owen suppressed a laugh from afar. He felt that Harry was imagining something incredible, which made the whole performance feel like a misunderstanding from beginning to end.

Yeah, that's pretty weird.

Snape let the eccentric Potter go, but his expression grew even darker. He asked in a slightly louder voice, "So, who can tell me the answers to these two questions?"

After saying that, he ignored Hermione's still-raised arm and looked directly at Owen, who was sitting in the corner warming himself by the fire, and the suppressed laughter on his face.

"Shafik, it seems these questions won't stump you." Snape said, inexplicably annoyed, and called on Owen.

Owen coughed lightly, and under Hermione's extremely resentful gaze, he stood up with a sense of helplessness.

He spoke at a measured pace: "Dungstones are stones taken from the stomachs of goats and have extremely strong detoxifying properties. When someone is acutely poisoned, inserting a dungstone into their throat will have a miraculous effect. Aconite and wolfsbane aconite are the same plant, also collectively known as aconite. The entire plant is poisonous, with the most toxic part being the root nodules. However, after processing, aconite has wonderful uses in many magical potions."

To be honest, Owen wasn't particularly intimidated by Professor Snape. His father had always maintained a good relationship with Professor Snape, and many of the finest potions in the Shafik family's potions shop were made by Snape. Mr. Shafik could also always find him some extremely rare potion ingredients.

It is said that the two were classmates in the same year. Back then, Mr. Shafik was almost dragged into the Death Eater circle by Snape and his friends. In the end, he was caught by Owen's grandfather and almost had his legs broken... This is what Owen overheard his parents joking about.

Hearing Owen's answer, Snape nodded almost imperceptibly and continued, "Tell me, what is the use of mandrake?"

"A very potent antidote that can restore deformed or petrified people to their original form, but its cry is deadly," Owen replied.

"Describe the main uses of the Flobber caterpillar's slime."

"It's mainly used to thicken potions; it's used when making potions such as weed killers, sleeping potions, and replication agents."

Professor Snape nodded slightly again, waved for Owen to sit down, and of course didn't forget to give Slytherin extra points.

After the little incident, Potions class continued, with Owen and Blaise working together to brew a simple magical potion to treat boils.

Snape moved silently around the classroom like a dark ghost, and almost every student had been subjected to his merciless criticism.

Harry was paired with Crabbe by Snape, and despite his clumsy and unhelpful partner, he still managed to finish brewing the potion. Snape circled around him, watching him frantically try to salvage the situation, and after finding a minor flaw, he went off to cause trouble for the Gryffindor students.

Owen was in a good mood using Blaise's cauldron, burning a roaring fire in it. The fire warmed a large area around him like a campfire, becoming a small but significant light source in the classroom. He was even mocked by Snape with a few sarcastic remarks.

If Neville hadn't turned the medicine for treating boils into one that caused boils to grow, and hadn't burned the crucible halfway through, causing the medicine to spray all over the classroom, the class would probably have continued peacefully.

After leaving the Potions classroom, Owen stretched his arms and remarked, "What a peaceful day."

(End of this chapter)