Chapter 11: Potions class

Harry was deeply impressed, but he couldn't help but speak as he saw Ivan feeding the multi-flavored beans to Scabbard all the time.

"Ivan, if you continue to feed like this, Scabbers are about to die."

Hearing Harry said this, Hermione, who was thinking of continuing to ask questions, turned her attention to Scab on Ron's hand.

The mouse, which was originally skinny with its hair tied together, has now changed its appearance.

After scurrying around in the dormitory, the spots were cleaned by Ron with a brush, and after being fed these days, they are now obviously a little fatter.

"Why? This amount of feeding is normal. In the past, Zebra was hungry and thin, so I should have an extra meal!" Yifan insisted on his opinion, and once again handed a piece of multi-flavored beans to Zebra's mouth.

"Furthermore, this can be regarded as an expression of my apologies." Ivan said again.

Shaban's performance was not even the slightest bit of empathy. He glared at Ivan angrily, and his little paw arrogantly pulled Ivan's hand away.

Until Shaban realized that his small paws were not enough for Ivan's power, then he took a bite of the multi-flavored beans that had been sent to him.

After all, it’s the lips, no matter how angry you are, you have to eat rice, right?

I can't resist anyway...

恩.. In fact, taste carefully, except for the individual flavors, the multi-flavored beans are quite delicious...

Noting the weakening of the resistance, Ivan couldn't help but sigh that Pettigrew Peter has been working for so many years. Nothing else works, but his mentality is quite stable.

Mingming was still being chased by the most scared person a few nights ago, and after only one night, he was able to continue to feast on.

Even though the chase was in a dream...

But this also means that Peter Pettigrew doesn’t know the dark magic of the Fear Curse. Maybe he just thought Ivan used some magic to turn his dream into a nightmare...

After all, Ivan, the little wizard, has no reason to know what happened eleven years ago, let alone know that Sirius’ Animagus is a black dog.

"What if I raise too much fat?" Ron looked at the "special attention" of Ivan and said with some concern.

"It's okay, you don't need to send a letter to Scab, and you can save it from running around." Ivan comforted.

"Harry Potter..."

Snape's plain tone fluctuates slightly when he says Harry's name.

"Ha~ By the way, I almost forgot." Snape was expressionless, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his words. "There is a new celebrity in our school!"

The little wizards all around looked towards Harry when they heard the words, and Draco and two of his followers even snickered in private.

was inexplicably targeted to make Harry a little uncomfortable, but what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.

Snape turned his head and no longer looked at Harry, but at all humanity.

"You come here, is to learn the subtle techniques of pharmacy."

"Since there is no silly wave of wands here, many of you don't believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of pharmaceutical technology."

Snape said there was a pause, then he spoke with a fascinating taste.

"Think about it, when you simmer medicinal materials in a big steam pot, the medicinal water slowly boils, and white smoke curls up...and the liquid flowing in the veins of the human body, the liquid with incomparable subtle power...It can almost make you Be drunk and fascinate all your senses...I can teach you how to canned fame, how to brew glory, and even say...stop death...as long as you don't be as stupid as the bunch of stupid people I taught before. "

Snape spoke a long time after speaking.

"Potter, if the powder of the narcissus bulb is added to the wormwood juice, what will be the consequences?"

Harry looked blank.

What is narcissus? What is wormwood?

Harry looked at Ron for help, Ron also looked blank. Hermione held her right hand high, but Snape just pretended not to see it.

Ivan was far away, and could only open his mouth, silently vomiting the words of stagnant water and sleeping pills.

Harry was a little eager, but Snape's compelling gaze made him afraid to look at Ivan. Naturally, he couldn't guess what Ivan was talking about. After a long time, he could only spit out a few words with difficulty.

"I don't know the professor!"

Ivan helplessly supported his forehead with his hand, he has tried his best.

It is useless even if he tells Harry the answer in advance, unless Harry can memorize all the books about potions, otherwise Snape has a way to target Harry.