Chapter 333 Professor, Have You Heard The Name Li?
An hour later, the young wizards finally managed the winter squash, exhausted, climbing the stairs and leaving the underground classroom.
Snape was not one for pranks. He didn't scare these first-year kids. The ingredients used in the winter squash and shrimp skin soup served in the Hogwarts Kitchen at noon today were the ones they had handled in these two potion classes. Winter squash.
However, halfway through the entire course, all the talents suddenly realized one thing.
If the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is considered a faculty member, there are almost a thousand individuals. If they want to complete the food supply for the entire school, even if it's just one dish, it's not a simple process.
Perhaps for teaching convenience, the size of the winter squash appearing on the desk was not too large. Elena visually estimated that the average weight fell in the range of about five to ten kilograms.
By the normal standard of food for one person, such a winter squash can make winter squash and shrimp skin soup for about 30 people, and the clumsy young wizards are inevitable in the process of peeling and de-greasing. Wasteful situation.
Therefore, Professor Snape stipulates that everyone must cook two large winter squashes themselves before they can achieve their final goal.
In the magical world, fatigue is a false concept.
To ensure that every little wizard has enough energy, after completing the two-hour knife sharpening process, upon hearing the suggestion of an unnamed little angel who did not want to be named, whenever a little wizard started to shout tired, Snape walking through the classroom would draw his wand and accurately cast a "quick recovery" spell.
When the bell rang after class, most of the young wizards left, leaving only the winter squash that seemed never to be cut, and the greenish-blue skin of the winter squash flying in front of him and Professor Snape. Back black flying like a giant bat.
Of course, hard work is not completely meaningless: in this intensive high-intensity training, only two lessons have passed, and most first-year wizards have gone from zero to entry level.
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"Almost, I think maybe the night's weight is enough."
In the empty Potion Classroom again, Elena nodded with satisfaction as she examined the pile of winter squash cubes cut by the young wizards, "Overall, the quality is still good, and there is no overly scandalous situation. Vague."
The most important thing about winter squash is not the heat and technique, but whether it is the right size.
Whether sliced or cut into cubes, the most important thing is to keep the size of the shape as consistent as possible, so that it is convenient to control the cooking time evenly: it is easy to cook too large, but too small is easy to rot, which will affect the final taste problem after the dishes are formed.
"Too wasteful. Such rough movements, if used to peel wrinkled figs, can take three or four to add up to weight."
Snape picked up a piece of discarded winter squash skin on the table, looked at the white squash that was at least two centimeters thick, frowned, and shook his head.
"Besides, they are too flirtatious."
The potions professor raised his head and looked at the young wizards who were almost holding each other outside the classroom and raised his eyebrows slightly: only dealing with some common vegetables did not bother them. If they want to prepare some more complex potions, it will be a big problem.
"However, the story goes back. Why are you still in the classroom?"
Snape dropped the winter squash skin in his hand, turned his head to look at the young wizards still in the classroom, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"If I'm not mistaken, I announced the end of class a few minutes ago. Miss Caslana is the teaching assistant in the potions class and has the duty to stay and help me clean the classroom together, what are your reasons?"
"I'm waiting for Elena to return to the auditorium together."
Hermione hugged "Magical Potion and Potion" in her arms and nervously replied.
For her, this lesson was a major blow to her confidence, which made Hermione Granger's unprecedentedly proud temperament suddenly condense.
Not to mention that she has always been regarded as a strong opponent, Elena Kaslana directly became the potions class assistant and even Harry Potter, whom Hermione never cared about, also showed up in this class. He has produced an overwhelming reserve of knowledge and has also won five points for the Gryffindor Academy in the potions class.
You know, this is the first time since Snape took over as potions professor eleven years ago. He actively awarded additional points to Gryffindor in the class, whose meaning is even more important than the score itself.
In the subsequent "Knife Practice" course, Neville Longbottom, who had been ridiculed by everyone, suddenly rose up, and silently followed Snape's demonstration without any laziness.
Naturally, he became the second wizard after Elena to complete the winter squash processing task.
In this way, Hermione, who wanted to shine in the potions class, had become extraordinarily ordinary, and Snape's impression of her only stayed - sitting next to Harry, girls, and girls who have a good relationship with Elena.
Snape frowned indiscriminately. Although he couldn't understand the friendship between the girls who even wanted to go to the bathroom, he had seen much over the years, and felt no surprise.
"And you, Potter? Are you waiting for Elena to finish the class together?"
Looking at the nervous young passenger, Snape turned his eyes to the glasses-wearing boy sitting in the middle of the classroom, who had never left, and asked in a slightly prolonged tone.
Over time, albeit reluctantly, Snape had to notice the face that particularly resembled James Potter, which made his subtle emotion at the beginning of the class gradually shift towards a kind of relative ill temper.
"Professor, I... I have another question for you."
Harry stood up anxiously, nervously swallowing, with his hands subconsciously clenched, "Because it's not related to the content of the class, I specifically waited until after class..."
"What's the issue?"
Professor Snape glanced sideways at the hesitant Harry Potter, frowning intensely, humming uneasily, and tapping his fingers on the desk.
"If you have a question, just ask it directly. Don't waste your time in this way."
"Professor Snape, you have taught potions at Hogwarts for years..."
Harry took a deep breath, staring at the wizard in front of him, and asked softly with a slightly trembling tone.
"Excuse me, do you know my mother? Or have you heard the name Lily Evans?"
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