Chapter 14

"This class doesn't need you to wave your wand foolishly, nor do you need you to recite spells blindly."

Severus Snape went straight to the podium, then turned around and turned his sinister face to the new students.

"So, I don't think many of you will appreciate the profound knowledge of making magic potions..."

His eyes swept in the direction of Slytherin's new life and finally fell on Draco Malfoy.

"However, for very few truly gifted people, I can teach you how to confuse your mind, how to confuse your senses, I will teach you to win fame, brew brilliance, and even teach you to resist death."

Words fall, Severus Snape pinched the edge of his robe and held his chest in his hands, like a big bat with his wings folded.

Under the podium, the quiet needle can be heard.

"On the other hand, maybe some of you came to Hogwarts with extraordinary ability and enough confidence to think you can not concentrate on my lecture."

Let go of your hands, Severus Snape walked slowly down the platform, his face seemed more gloomy than when he entered the door.

"Mr. Potter, our great celebrity."

His head was tilted and his long greasy hair covered half of his face.

"Tell me, what if I add Narcissus root powder to wormwood extract?"

The atmosphere suddenly solidified. Harry, who had just put down the quill pen, looked blankly, but the girl next to him quickly raised his little hand.

But Snape ignored her.

"Don't know? Well, let me ask you something else"

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and Snape asked again.

"If I need a dung stone, do you know where to look?"

After thinking for a few seconds, Harry shook his head.

"So, what's the difference between boat shaped Aconitum and Stellera chamaejasme?"

Still unwilling to let go of each other, Snape asked for the third time.

"I don't know... Sir."

Harry's voice trembled and buried his head low.

Many Slytherin freshmen laughed with glee.

"Unfortunately, obviously fame is not enough."

Snape raised his chin and a hint of irony flashed through his black eyes.

"Obviously, Hermione knows the answer. It's a real pity not to let her answer."

The clay figurine was still angry and was so targeted. Harry had a calm little face and couldn't help retorting.

Now, not only Slytherin, but also some Gryffindor freshmen couldn't help laughing.

But Snape didn't laugh.

In fact, his sinister expression hasn't changed at all.

Stunned by this powerful aura, the classroom soon regained order.

"Da, Da, Da."

Snape went down to Harry's desk and glanced at Hermione, who was still raising his hand Granger, he looked impatient.

"Put your hands down, stupid girl."

Then he pulled up an empty chair and sat opposite Harry.

"For reference only, Porter, Narcissus root powder and wormwood can make powerful hypnotics, that is," a dose of life and death water. "

Look into those green eyes, Severus Snape's facial muscles twitched unconsciously, but soon he recovered his calm and turned to look in the other direction.

"Greenwald, the rest for you."

Originally, I watched the play well. I didn't expect Snape to order himself. Klein blinked and gave the right answer without hesitation.

"Dung stone is a stone taken from the stomachs of cattle, sheep and other animals, which can solve most poisons; navicular Aconitum and wolfsbane Aconitum are the same plant, collectively referred to as Aconitum."

These two questions are mentioned in the senior potion textbook, and he will not forget them.

"Correct."

Snape stood up with an unexpected look on his face. After meditating for a second, he raised a new question.

"Tell me, how can Starmoon grass be picked to ensure its efficacy?"

"There is only one way to hoe hard stones."

Klein answered the question almost instantly.

"Good."

Snape nodded and continued to ask.

"What's the effect of mashing pine nuts and cranberry together?"

"These two herbs are the main raw materials of" soul separation liquid ". Taking them can make the soul out of the body for a short time, but the effect is only half a minute."

Klein knew his weakness and had long made up a lot of books about potions. Although the actual operation was a problem, he was absolutely rich in theoretical knowledge.

"Very good."

His voice rose slightly, and Snape put a sneer on his mouth.

"The last question, Greenwald, if I wanted to kill someone quietly, what would you give me?"

"Professor, are you sure you want to ask this question in class?"

Some funny looked at Snape. Klein straightened up and his expression was still relaxed.

"Yes."

Snape nodded and resumed his arms around his chest.

"The simplest way is to give you a pistol with a silencer, which is the proud weapon of Muggles. However, since you are a master of magic medicine, you certainly don't like the answer, so..."

Klein thought for a few seconds.

"How about" worry free water "

"Worry free water"

After tasting the answer carefully, Snape's eyes showed appreciation.

"Greenwald, I must admit you have good taste, but..."

Suddenly, his face sank.

"In view of your disrespect for the professor, you'll still be locked up in my office for a week, starting tonight."

"Hey, it's not fair!"

After hearing this, pansy immediately jumped up to defend Klein, and her white face was full of anger.

"Miss Parkinson, pay attention to your words and deeds. You don't want to be locked up with greendevo, do you?"

Snape's empty eyes looked at pansy like a grumpy little poodle and said indifferently.

"Well, pansy, it's nothing."

Seeing that the scene was out of control, Klein quickly stood up to appease pansy and smiled gently at her.

Why do people always think it's a bad thing to be locked up in the office? How many people can't beg for this opportunity to open a small stove~

"But..."

With an unwilling face, pansy seemed to want to say something more.

"I think it must be that I stepped into the classroom with my left foot today, which provoked our fair Dean, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry."

Pressing pansy's shoulder to get her back to her seat, Klein joked like a self mockery.

"Poof."

That unique sense of humor instantly infected the whole classroom. Many people wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh. They could only hold their faces red.

"In fact, it's because the first button of your shirt is not buttoned, which makes me very unhappy."

Snape stared down at Klein, and the commotion didn't change his expression.

Klein bowed slightly.

"Dean, I'm sorry."

When the words fell, he suddenly changed the subject.

"But I won't buckle it next time."