Vol 2 Chapter 842: Pu Wu and Snape

"and then?"
"Then? Oh, Hermione, then your test will come, right? They will make you a hard-working student," Fred said with a satisfied expression.
"We spent half a year on the general wizard rank exam," George said happily. "Tears and tantrums..."
"That's what Gita showed up when the liquid medicine was boiling, do you remember, George?" Fred recalled.
"That's because you put Bulbadox powder in his jacket" George said.
"Oh, yes, that's it..." Fred said, grinning showing his teeth. "I forgot... it's hard to remember something wrong very clearly?"
"Anyway, this is a nightmare in the fifth year," George said. "If you don't mind your exam results, whatever. Fred and I somehow want to maintain our woodpecker."
"Yes," Fred said casually. "But we think our future will be more than just lying in the college."
"Our most serious argument is whether we will come here to go to school in the seventh year," George said vividly. "Now we have-"
He stopped when Fanlin cast a warning look at him, and George knew that Harry had given him the money he won in the Battle of the Warriors, and that there was a large amount of funding from Fanlin.
"Now we have our ordinary wizard certificate," George said hastily. "I mean, do we really need the certificate of the ultimate wizard? But we don't think our mother will let us leave school too early and become the stupidest person in the world after Percy."
"We are not going to waste our last year here," Fred said, and glanced at the foyer. "We will use it to do a lot of investigations, find out what the average Hogwarts student needs in the joke shop, carefully evaluate the results of the investigation, and then produce products to meet the needs."
"But how do you raise money to open a joke shop?" Hermione asked suspiciously. "You need all the materials and ingredients-and the premise, I think..."
Harry didn't look at the twins. His face flushed; he didn't want his fork to fall down and bend over to pick it up.
He heard Fred say on his head: "Don't ask us questions, we won't lie to you, Hermione. Come on, George, if we get there early, maybe we can sell a few ears."
Harry looked up from under the table so that he could see Fred and George walking away, everyone holding a pile of toast.
"What does this mean?" Hermione said, looking between the three older boys. "'Don't ask us questions...' Does this mean they already have some funds to open a joke shop?"
"You know, I'm surprised by this," Ron said, frowning. "They bought me a dress for the summer vacation, and I don't know where they got the money."
"Perhaps they made a little profit, but don't care..." Fanlin said, "Anyway, you have a new gift, Ron, maybe it's because of their love for you."
"Love? Oh, well..." Ron nodded.
"Wait for Fanlin, are you..."
"I promise, I will listen to you obediently." Fan Lin said immediately.
"Oh, maybe we can discuss the next days." Harry said blushingly, "Do you think this year will be very difficult? Because of the exam?"
"Oh, yes," Ron said, "it will, won't it? The ordinary wizard rank test is very important, it affects your work and you can use it for everything. We have career choices, the same, Bill told me . So next year you can choose which ultimate wizard rank exam to take."
"Have you ever thought about what to do after you graduate from Hogwarts?" Harry asked the others as they left the hallway to go to the history of magic.
"Not very clear." Ron said slowly, "unless... uh..." He looked shy.
"What?" Harry asked him.
"Well, it's cool to be an Auror." Ron said in a very casual voice.
"Yes, yes." Harry said enthusiastically.
"This is a good choice, Ron. It can also help Mr. Weasley. I think Mrs. Weasley would approve of you working at the Ministry of Magic." Fanlin surely said, "However, it will take a while. Yes, but we are still three years away from graduation."
"You will do well. How about you, Hermione?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," she said. "I think I might do something worth doing."
"An Auror is worth doing!" Harry said.
"Yes, but it's not the only thing worth doing," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I mean, if the Elf Welfare Promotion Association can continue to be run..."
Harry and Ron try to avoid looking at each other.
"Uh..." Fanlin was also a little speechless, but expressed his support for something, isn't this a basic operation?
The history of magic is generally regarded by wizards as the most boring course.
Professor Bins, their ghost teacher, talked breathlessly, lowly and sleepily. He never changes their courses, but he doesn't stop speaking while they are taking notes, or rather stares at the air sleepily.
Harry and Ron never paid attention to this course except to copy Hermione's notes before the exam; she seemed to be able to resist Professor Bins's hypnotic voice.
Today, they endured for an hour and a half to narrate the giant's war in a low voice. Harry stayed in the classroom for 10 minutes and looked at the book with his eyes. He realized that it would be much more interesting if this course were taught by other teachers. This is what Fanlin did, and he would always be better than Professor Bins. ,but……
What is in Fanlin's hands? Alchemy commentary? Or a detailed explanation of the medieval magic pattern?
Oh, okay, in fact, Harry wanted to see in some more, but his head seemed to stop turning, and then he spent almost an hour and 20 minutes playing a game of collaborators on parchment with Ron. Hermione cast a disgusting look at them from the corner of her eye.
"What will you be like?" Hermione asked coldly when they left the classroom. "If I don't lend you my notes this year?"
"We will fail the ordinary wizard rank exam," Ron said. "If you are worthy of your conscience, Hermione..."
"It should be," she said harshly. "You never even listen to his lectures, do you?"
"I did try," Ron said. "I just don't have your intelligence, your memory, and your concentration. You're smarter than us. Do you think it's pleasant to be tender to us?"
"Oh, don't tell us that nonsense," Hermione said, but when she entered the damp courtyard, she seemed calmer.
The misty drizzle was falling, so the people curled up on the edge of the yard looked very blurred.
Harry, Ron, Fanlin and Hermione chose a hidden corner under the rainy balcony, opened the collar of the robe to resist the cold autumn wind, and discussed what Snape would do in the first lesson of this year Teach them, they have considered that this might be bad, especially after they got involved in the Order of the Phoenix. Anyway, the number of meetings between Professor Snape and them...
This feels right is a terrible thing.
At this time a person came over.
"Hello, Harry!" That was Zhang Qiu.
She is almost always surrounded by a group of smiling girls.
Harry remembered the pain of inviting him to the Christmas ball.
"Okay" Harry said, feeling his face turning red, "At least your face looks like a fool this time." He told himself.
"Have you had a good holiday?" Qiu tried to ask.
"Yes," Harry said, trying to show his teeth and smile, even though their last date was still fresh in his memory, "So, you, uh, have a nice summer vacation?"
Harry blushed stupidly, which caused the girls around to laugh.
In fact, these words also hit Qiu's sore spot.
The word pleasant was obviously not applicable when Cedric left Qiu, but Qiu still grinned reluctantly.
"Fortunately, Harry, you are going to..."
"Professor Snape's class," Harry answered honestly.
"Oh, then you go, Professor Snape..." Qiu said halfway, and then was pulled away by the girl next to him. It seemed that the girl didn't like Qiu and Harry very much.
"People have gone far, brother." Fanlin slammed Harry's shoulder, and since Qiu came over, he left behind with Ron and several others.
"Ah... well, yes..."
"How was the conversation?" Fanlin asked.
"Finally..." Harry thought about it, but now he can't remember anything. "It's pretty pleasant..."
"Happy?" Fanlin questioned.
"Perhaps..." Harry answered uncertainly
However, along the way, Harry kept reminiscing. When they joined the long line in front of Snape's classroom, Harry couldn't help thinking.
She chose to walk to him and talk to him, right? She was once Cedric’s girlfriend; she could easily hate Harry because he left the maze of the Warriors alive and Cedric became a vampire and forced Cedric to abandon Qiu, but she He was talking to him completely like a friend, not treating him as a lunatic or a liar, or holding him responsible for Cedric's accident.
Yes, she did choose to talk to him, and did so for the second time in two days.
Thinking of this, Harry was very happy.
Although the creaking sound did not shrink when the door of Snape's classroom opened, the bubble of hope grew bigger in his chest.
"Harry has nothing wrong, right?" Hermione asked in a low voice. She saw Harry frown for a while, then grinned again...
"Perhaps." Fanlin curled his lips. He was clear about Harry's contradiction. Cedric was involved because of Harry, but it was not Harry who was responsible, not to mention that Cedric and Qiu were separated.
"perhaps?"
"Now his mind is full of autumn, so we don't care about him, just like I'm full of you, it's the same reason." Fanlin said in a low voice.
Hermione's face turned red with a brush, which made Fanlin feel very comfortable.
But Snape's class was still available.
Harry followed Ron, Fanlin, and Hermione into the classroom and walked to the last table where they usually sit. Harry didn't even notice him sitting directly between Fanlin and Hermione.
This makes Fanlin a little helpless, but Professor Snape's old face is there, who can ignore it?
"Sit down," Snape said coldly, and closed the door.
In fact, giving orders in the classroom is unnecessary; when the classroom hears the sound of the door closing, it quiets down and all movements stop.
Snape's expression was enough to calm the classroom.
"Before today's class," Snape said, walking to his podium and starting to look at them everywhere, "I want to remind you appropriately that you are about to take an important exam in June to see if you are How about learning composition and magic potions. There are undoubtedly some idiots in the class. I expect you to barely pass a "pass" in your ordinary wizard level exam, or choose to bear my displeasedness."
He stared at Neville for a while, and Neville was trying to suppress his fear.
"After this year, of course, many of you will stop learning from me," Snape continued. "I will only allow good students to enter the magic potion class of my ultimate wizard rank exam, which means some of you will say goodbye."
His eyes stopped on Harry and his mouth pursed. Harry stared at him, and suddenly Harry felt extremely happy, just as he planned to give up the class of magic potions after the fifth grade.
"But we still have a year to say goodbye happily, before that moment," Snape said softly, "Whether you want to try the ultimate wizard level, I suggest you focus on this class. if not……"
Snape didn't finish what he said, the professor just looked cold, and then turned around, and the black cloak behind him swelled up, like the wings of a bat.
(I don’t know if you have heard of Batman, that is, the superpower is the rich one.)
"Today we will mix a potion, which is often tested in the ordinary wizard rank examination: a peace potion, a medicine that can calm anxiety and ease excitement. Note: If you are too clumsy when putting materials, you will drink the medicine. People sleep forever, so you need to pay great attention to what you are doing."
On Harry's left, Hermione sat up straight, and she said she wanted to concentrate very much. Fanlin looked sideways at Hermione, then looked at the notes on the blackboard.
"Materials and methods—" Snape suddenly shook his wand, "—on the blackboard...you will find everything you need..."
He shook his wand again "in the locker." (The door of the locker opens suddenly)
"...You have half an hour to start..."
As Harry had predicted, Snape gave them the harder, more boring potion.
"If there is no problem, the material appears in the atmospheric pot accurately, and the quantity is just enough; the mixture is accurately stirred in the pot, first clockwise and then counterclockwise; when the flame is too hot, it is lowered to suit the special medicine. When all the ingredients are added in. A glistening silver vapor should now rise from your atmospheric pot." Snape said slowly.
After ten minutes passed.
Harry sweated a lot~EbookFREE.me~ looked desperately at the dungeon.
His atmospheric pot was steaming black and gray; Ron's was green sparks. Seamus prodded the bottom of his atmospheric pot with his magic wand excitedly, as if he could adjust hope in this way.
The surface of Hermione's potion was shining with hazy silver vapor. When Snape looked down from his hooked nose, there was no criticism, because he couldn't find any reason to fault.
Fanlin had already put the potion into the bottle, which was not difficult for him.
In front of Harry's big steam pot, Snape stopped and looked down with a terrible smirk.
"Potter, imagine what this will become?" Slytherin looked back eagerly at the front of the classroom. They liked listening to Snape mocking Harry.
"Peace potion?" Harry said nervously.
"Tell me Harry," Snape said softly, "can you read?"