Chapter 49: Old bat's afternoon tea

　　 The smile on Jon Hart's face almost solidified in an instant.
　　The brain started to think quickly...
　　 What the hell?
　　 Snape invited him to an afternoon tea?
　　Why doesn't he remember Snape's habit of drinking afternoon tea?
　　 However, Daphne didn't give him a chance to learn more, and almost turned around and fled.
　　 Jon glanced at his watch. It was already 12:45, less than half an hour before Snape's appointment.
　　 There is no time to waste, he knows the consequences of being late when facing Snape.
　　 Jon hurried to the restaurant, ate something indiscriminately, and hurried to the basement.
　　 At about 1:10 in the afternoon, he had arrived in Snape's office, paused for a moment, and took a deep breath before Jon pushed in.
　　 This is a very dimly lit room. The bookshelves on both sides are filled with hundreds of various pieces of glass; slimy specimens of animals and plants are floating in colorful potions.
These seemingly "crippled" specimens did not make Jon Hart feel any discomfort at all. On the contrary, they were kind...what kind of human specimens, diseased tissue specimens, parasite specimens, etc., he had come into contact with in the previous life. These are much more "disgusting".
　　 It's just that the familiar smell of formalin is no longer in the air, which makes him feel a little nostalgic.
　　 Before stopping at a specimen of a female pig's uterus, the door of the office was pushed open when he looked closely.
　　 "You are early, Mr. Hart!" Severus Snape's cold voice came from the shadow of the door.
　　 "I'm sorry, Professor." Jon quickly retracted his gaze.
"sit down!"
　　 Following Snape's order, Jon sat down peacefully; Snape also walked to the light and sat opposite Jon.
　　 "Aren't you afraid of them?" Snape asked casually, taking a look at the specimen racks.
　　 "Of course!" Jon nodded and answered honestly: "I just think they are very kind, so I look at them more."
"Wonderfulness?" Snape's pale lips pursed slightly, and then said coldly, "That's good... Hart, you go and cut out a part of the five-legged beast's heart for me now, and the specimen holder. The sixth row and fourth column on the top."
　　 "Okay, Professor!" Jon quickly stood up and put on a pair of dragon leather gloves by the shelf. Climbing on the stool next to him, Jon's thin body was a little struggling to remove the glass bottles filled with dark red liquid.
　　 "What is the liquid in this?" Jon asked curiously.
"Human blood!" Snape said with a sullen face: "Five-legged beasts are evil and magical creatures that can a lot of human blood. The blood they is stored in the heart...Even if the heart is taken out, it can be sprayed from time to time. Spit out a lot of human blood."
　　 "Is that right?" Jon's face didn't have any fear or disgust, but was full of curiosity... He had already opened the glass bottle: "No wonder I can smell the strong smell."
　　 Snape frowned, staring at the short first-year student in front of him, holding a short knife of twenty centimeters in length... reaching into the bottle, grabbing the heart without rush, and starting to cut it.
　　 "About how much do you need, Professor Snape?" Jon asked while operating without changing his face.
　　 "Ten ounces."
　　 Five minutes later, a piece of the five-legged beast's heart muscle the size of a wine glass had been cut off by Jon, put it on the iron plate, and handed it to Snape.
　　 Even though it was only a part of it, the heart muscle still kept squirming, spraying blood out... The entire potions teacher's office became blood stained, and Jon and Snape were also stained a lot.
　　 "Is this all right, Professor?" Jon asked softly.
　　 "Hmph!" The old bat snorted coldly, then took out his wand and waved it lightly. The blood on his clothes and on the table was swept away, and the cut of myocardium also flew into another glass bottle.
　　 "Sit down!" Snape ordered again.
　　 Jon curled his lips and sat down obediently.
　　……
　　 "What do I need to drink?" The old bat said coldly.
　　 "No...Professor..." Jon stammered.
　　 Not to mention that I just went through such a scene, drinking afternoon tea now makes people feel a little tired; let alone anyone who dares to taste the drink provided by a potion master at will. If something strange is added to it, wouldn't it be finished?
　　 Fortunately, Snape didn't insist on it anymore.
"I wrote a letter to the'Zig Potion Material Shop' in Diagon Alley. They told me that you bought some double-horned horn powder and African tree snake skin from them more than three months ago?" Snape asked again.
　　 "Yes, Professor!" Jon replied without surprise.
"Then I can know, do you buy these materials to prepare what kind of potion?" I only heard Snape's scornful smile~EbookFREE.me~ The double-horned beast horn powder is used to prepare slow-speed potion, and the African tree snake Skin is an important material for preparing nightmare decoction! "Jon replied calmly again: "I didn't find these two medicinal materials in the medicine cabinet of the potions class, so I had to turn to Diagon Alley for help. "
　　 "Those are all potions that can only be accessed by third and fourth graders!" Snape grumbled sternly, "So, your configuration did not succeed... Right, Hart?"
"Of course not!" A look of fear appeared on Jon's face, and then he shook his head: "If my judgment is correct, I should have succeeded...I put the finished products of both potions in the potions class. In the cabinet with my name on it."
　　 Snape was stunned. He paused for a moment before he said, "I will verify this!"
　　 "Okay, Professor." Looking at Snape's black, hollow eyes, Jon stared at him without fear.
　　 "Are you sure you didn't lie?"
　　 "I'm sure, sir!"
　　……
　　 About several minutes later, Severus Snape looked away.
　　 "I don't think you lied." He said calmly.
　　 Jon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, doing so many cover-ups, and acting so secretly... It really wasn't a waste of effort.
　　 "Severus! Severus!" A familiar voice came from outside the door, interrupting the conversation between Jon and Snape:
　　 "I heard that you actually invited a student to have afternoon tea... It's rare, Severus, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby!"
　　 That cheerful voice is very distinguishable...
　　 is Guidro Lockhart.