Chapter 331 Fortunately For Harry, However, Professor Snape Did Not Look At Him For Long

After a brief pause of looking at each other for a few seconds, Snape took the initiative to avert his gaze and raised again the list in his hand to start the attendance list. It seemed like it had been just a trivial episode a moment ago.

Soon, Snape, having finished calling, set down the list in his hands, crossed his arms, and looked at the students in the classroom. His eyes were as indifferent and vacant as before, like two dark bottomless tunnels.

"In this lesson, you don't need to wave your wand and you don't need to say anything out loud."

Snape spoke softly, barely a bit louder than a whisper, but as if endowed with a magical power, everyone could hear every word he said.

"Indeed, I do not expect many of you to truly appreciate the precise science and the strict craftsmanship in potion-making. However, for the few talented, elites, I..."

As he spoke, Snape paused again, staring at Elena sitting in the front row, her lips trembling slightly invisibly. He suddenly remembered what he wanted to say next. It seems this girl was the first to speak in the potions class on Monday.

Forget that, for now, I can't control that much, let's just assume this girl no longer exists.

In Elena's expressionless eyes, Professor Snape glared at her menacingly at first, then swept across her face as if passing through a ball of air, looking forward, taking a deep breath, his expression continuing rigidly.

"I do not expect you to truly understand the beauty of that cauldron slowly boiling with white smoke and fragrant fragrance..."

After finishing this brief initial comment, the class fell silent.

Severus Snape observed the quiet class and nodded contentedly. That was the effect he wanted to achieve. He had sensed amazement and understanding in many of those little ones.

And this time, there was no first-year wizard bothering him with their opening speech.

"It really is the typical evil speech in Slytherin style."

Ron and Seymour, seated in the back row, raised their eyebrows and exchanged secret glances, evidently thinking similarly.

Fortunately, at that moment Professor Snape's attention was not on either of them.

"(Mr. Potter!), our new great celebrity."

Just when everyone thought the opening speech had ended and the formal course was about to begin, Snape suddenly turned around.

"Tell me, what do I get if I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

(Find out in "back science" important details)

Adding powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?

Harry instinctively looked at Elena, sitting directly in front of the classroom, preparing to answer, and suddenly froze for a moment... wait! If he remembered correctly, this question...

Almost at the same time, Hermione, who was sitting next to Harry in the classroom, shot up her arm like with a sword, pointing towards the ceiling of the potions classroom.

Snape appeared indifferent, as if Harry was sitting in his place, a flash of disappointment and loneliness crossed his eyes.

Although he did not expect Harry to understand its deep meaning, if he could show a bit of potion talent like Lily's, it would be enough to make him feel less uncomfortable.

However, what Snape did not realize was that in saying this phrase, Elena's eyes instantly filled with sorrow and silence. As an avid fan of Harry Potter, she naturally understood very well that this phrase runs through the meaning of a famous metaphor throughout the original story.

Asphodel, also known as heliotrope, is a plant belonging to the Liliaceae family. And in English, "lily," it happens that it is exactly the same spelling as the name Lily Evans, Lily. (The so-called online Victorian language of flowers or something, although very sad, unfortunately is just a rumor, narcissus meaning dedication.)

Root, besides meaning root, also has the meaning of cause and origin. Additionally, wormwood represents "absence" and "bitter sorrow," and the final answer - another more popular expression of the living dead (Livih) - is called, life is better than death.

This may be the most painful analogy in the magical world.

"It seems you don't know. Obviously, fame is not everything."

Unaware of the complex look coming from behind, Snape sneered, slowly stepped down from the platform, and approached Harry, ignoring Hermione's raised arm at his side, silently locking his eyes with Harry's.

"Then we'll try again. If I want you to get me a bezoar, where would you go?"

Still the exact same problem! Not a single word has changed!

Harry swallowed hard, breathing heavily, and unable to avoid inhaling a little deeper, his eyes unconsciously crossed to Snape in front of him and looked to one side of the platform, when he turned to look at Elena.

Following Harry's gaze, Snape turned his eyes to the silver-haired witch sitting in the front row of the classroom. The disappointment in the depths of his eyes couldn't help but become a bit more obvious.

"It's a pity that I certainly know Miss Caslana may know the answer. Unfortunately, she cannot help you answer the question at this time. All you can rely on now is yourself..."

Snape shook his head and said softly, preparing to ask the third question.

At this moment, Harry, who seemed stunned before, suddenly broke his silence and took the initiative to answer.

"Living-Dead."

"Eh?" Snape raised his eyebrows, looking at the thin-glasses youth in front of him rather unexpectedly, "What did you just say?"

"If powdered root of asphodel is added to an infusion of wormwood, it can be formulated as a very powerful sleeping potion, that is, Living-Dead... The specific brewing process, I heard it may be recorded in "Advanced Potion-Making," but I only saw so much in "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi."

Harry took a deep breath and quickly responded, recalling what he had recited earlier.

"No matter if Sister Elena's insight was a coincidence or a prediction, or even if she collaborated with Professor Snape beforehand, regardless of the reason, she continues to consistently support the news revealed by Sister Elena, demonstrating its reliability."

"Yes, learning how to make living **** soup is what you will learn in sixth grade."

There was a trace of surprise in Snape's eyes as he looked thoughtfully at Harry, who was gradually relaxing, and nodded slightly.

"It seems you have carefully read 'A Thousand Kinds of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms' before, and this subtle detail you brought up is not so easy to notice."

"Wait... 'Advanced Potion-Making'? Sixth-grade course content?!"

Hermione turned her head in confusion, quickly lowered her gaze and flipped through the two textbooks in her hand, then looked at Harry with an extremely strange look, as if she had just met him today, and raised Harry's arm, distancing him.

This question... seems to be beyond the curriculum, and most importantly, Harry's answer is evidently more precise than the answer she was about to give without much thought.

Ignoring Hermione's strange look beside him, Harry focused all his attention on Professor Snape.

"Next, the dungbombs. This is a stone taken from the goat's stomach using a special method. It can be used as an antidote for magical potions, and is also one of the basic materials used to make common broad-spectrum antidotes."

This time, Harry did not dodge anything. He looked directly into the deep black eyes of the potion master who was not far from him, and responded respectfully with a casual tone.

As his familiarity with the topic came to light, Harry gradually calmed down. Sister Elena had done enough, and now he was in his own battlefield, where no one could help him.

"So, Professor Snape, if we want to find a dungbomb, the goat's stomach is naturally the starting point..."

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【Important Plot Information with Popular Knowledge】

(Most HP colleagues wanted to disclose the subject in these two places in the potion class. This is also where the fat chicken cannot bear it. Obviously, Baidu is so well developed that it can be known with careful inspection.)

(Firstly, the dung stone is not a bezoar. The reason many people write bezoar is due to an initial translation error in the movie version. It was accidentally mistranslated as bezoar by mistake. Of course, some say that, to make it closer to Chinese understanding, bezoar is forcefully used to make an analogy. In fact, if you pay a bit of attention, you will see that it is not the same.)

(Similarly, if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion, it really holds profound meaning. But the so-called Victorian language of flowers doesn't exist at all. It is actually the same as the Kaslana language of flowers. It's just beautiful. What came out. "My regret follows you to the grave" is a rumor. Not to mention Snape as a straight + otaku man, what motto slipped out?!)

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RUA ～

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