บท 77: Chapter 77: Snape: I Still Need A Reason To Deduct Points? !
Hermione and Cassandra looked surprised again.
Judging from the small piece of wood that Blake threw out.
It proved that Blake's conjecture was correct.
That small piece of wood was different from the parchment in Cassandra's hand.
The parchment began to burn as soon as magic was injected.
And the small piece of wood only began to burn after a while!
This proved one thing.
That Blake successfully solved the core problem of the magic scroll.
… Delayed explosion!
It seemed that.
The idea of the magic scroll was to be realized.
It seemed to be much simpler.
Hermione and Cassandra were surprised.
Except for Blake's wonderful idea of the magic scroll.
And Blake's terrifying research speed …
This guy seemed to have only talked to the two of them for a while.
Then he had an inspiration.
And then.
This problem was solved.
And according to Blake's words, it's not a big deal.
He seemed to have only started to study the magic scroll today.
In just a short morning …
They had two Magic Potions classes.
Blake not only had a new idea.
He also succeeded in the experiment …
Blake heard the system prompt sound in his mind.
He couldn't help but glance at Hermione and Cassandra.
"Why are you so surprised?"
"It's just an experiment with the ancient ideas of Niven."
"It's just a small experiment."
Cassandra took a deep breath.
"A small experiment?"
"Do you know how ridiculous you are?"
"If you can really make a finished product with this magic scroll."
"Then your achievement will definitely not be lower than your achievement of cultivating a mutant magical plant!"
"You just started the experiment today, right?"
"But you've already succeeded in more than half of it!"
Blake shook his head.
"It's too early to say that I've succeeded in more than half."
"Although using walnut wood as a carrier can indeed solve the problem."
"But … the cost of this is more expensive."
"It's still far from my previous idea of cheap and practical …"
"Hmm … How can I lower the cost of this' magic scroll '?"
Cassandra and Hermione saw that Blake was going to enter the research state again for 30 minutes.
Without prior consultation, they dragged him to his feet.
"Stop researching!"
"If you don't go eat now."
"Maybe I won't have to eat."
"Don't forget, you still have a potions class in the afternoon.
"You don't want Snape to find trouble with you if you're late, right?"
Blake was pulled back to the cruel reality.
"Tsk … Snape is looking for trouble?"
"It seems like even if I'm not late, I can't avoid it."
Blake remembered that he had offended Old Bat before.
He had already anticipated that he would be put in a difficult spot during the afternoon class.
"Okay, I'm going to eat."
"Ah, I really envy you guys. You guys don't even have classes in the afternoon …"
The Potions class in the afternoon started at 1: 30.
Blake felt that this was really unreasonable.
Half past one …
Under normal circumstances.
And it was still time for a nap …
Yet, he had to use it for such a boring Potions class.
After Blake finished eating.
He packed up all the potioneering tools and textbooks.
She hurried to Snape's underground classroom.
The underground classroom was much colder than the main building of the castle above.
There were many strange specimens placed along the wall.
The strange thing was …
In such a ghastly place
It could even be said to be a somewhat terrifying environment.
Blake actually felt a little comfortable …
Blake felt that he must be sick.
1: 30.
The door to the underground classroom was opened with a bang.
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Snape's long black cloak trailed behind him.
He walked in quickly.
It was like a black bat flying on the ground.
He stood on the podium.
Then, he used his unique sharp gaze to scan the entire class.
Then, his gaze paused on Blake.
Blake's heart skipped a beat.
"Well, he's definitely looking for trouble."
Snape picked up a name list.
He began his roll call.
"Hannah Abbott."
… Blake Green. "
"Here, professor." Blake raised his hand expressionlessly.
Snape's gaze rested on Blake's face.
"Oh … Yes, Mr. Green."
"A good student who is deeply trusted by Dumbledore …"
"I'd like to see what kind of ability you have."
"How can you get the principal's attention?"
The little wizards who had already heard of Snape's personality looked at Blake with a worried expression.
Obviously.
Blake was unfortunately the subject of today's class.
Snape focused on the poor guy who was going to be difficult.
It was just like what they had heard during lunch.
Just like Harry Potter who was being picked on in the morning.
After Snape finished his roll call.
He looked at the entire class again.
"Maybe some of you aren't that stupid."
"I've already previewed the textbook before the class started."
"What I want to say is …"
"Potion concoction is a precise science and a strict craft."
"Because there's no foolishly waving a magic wand here."
"So many of you won't believe that this is magic."
"I don't expect you to really understand the slow simmering cauldron."
"It's a wonderful place that emits white smoke and fragrances."
Blake listened to Snape's eternal opening speech.
He complained in his heart.
Although he said it nicely.
But why did it sound like he was cooking?
What slow simmering …
Fragrances …
It was true!
This was like cooking a big bowl of rice!
Hmm …
Blake suddenly remembered …
He hadn't eaten rice for many years.
PATO...
Just as Blake started to get distracted and think.
He was about to go and get some rice.
"Green!" Snape suddenly shouted.
Blake was stunned for a while before he remembered that Snape was calling him.
In fact …
It had been a long time since someone called him by his last name.
Because Blake was loved by all the teachers.
Even the usually serious Professor McGonagall.
They all called him Blake affectionately.
She called him Harry in class.
They all called him Mr. Potter directly.
"Are you distracted?" Snape said coldly.
"Come … Tell me, what were you thinking about just now?"
Snape looked like he was all ears.
Everyone knew.
He was ready to pick on him.
Blake shrugged.
"I was thinking about … a slow simmering … pot."
"Emitting white smoke and fragrances … Professor."
Blake wasn't lying.
The scene he described was exactly what the rice looked like when it was cooked …
But everyone thought that he was repeating Snape's words.
Then they imagined the magic of brewing potions …
"Is that so?" Snape said.
His Spirit Assimilation Telepathic Capture swept over.
Blake noticed it immediately.
But …
This Mind Capture was only used to check if he was lying.
His Brain Seal spell could completely resist it.
So Blake's expression didn't change.
Snape was slightly stunned.
This guy wasn't lying?
It seemed like he really liked Potioneering?
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Hmph!
Snape suddenly said loudly.
"Since you're looking forward to the concoction of the potion."
"Then you must have done some research on the Potioneering textbook."
"Then … tell me!
Green! "
"What are the twelve uses of dragon blood?"
Blake was slightly stunned.
You can't be serious …
You're using Dumbledore's discovery to test me?
Who are you looking down on …
"Fire dragon blood can be used to make oven cleaners, spot removers …"
"Fire dragon blood has a lot of uses."
"Fire dragon meat even has an analgesic effect …"
Blake's fluent answer made Snape frown again.
He felt that this was a tricky problem.
But … ….
He didn't give up.
"Then … tell me, what is the boil potion?
What are its effects?
What do I have to pay attention to during the concoction process? "
As soon as he asked this question.
The other little wizards felt their hearts sink.
What was the boil potion and what were its effects?
Maybe they could find the answer in the textbook.
But what did they have to pay attention to during the concoction process?
Wasn't this the purpose of Potioneering professors?
The things that even your professor didn't talk about.
It wasn't recorded in the textbook!
Even if it was recorded.
It definitely wasn't recorded completely.
If one or two were missed.
Snape would have a reason to flip out!
It was over. Blake looked like he had done a good research on the textbook.
But … Snape wasn't human!
Blake didn't know what other people were thinking.
He answered calmly.
"The boil potion is a potion that can cure boils."
"If this potion is brewed correctly, pink smoke will rise from the crucible."
"When making the potion, if you want to add porcupine quills to it, you must first remove the crucible from the flame …"
… Incorrect concoction will cause the potion to cause boils instead of curing them … "
Blake was a beginner in Potioneering.
This kind of difficult question.
It couldn't stump him.
Snape's expression changed.
He didn't expect Blake to be so good.
His answer could be said to be watertight.
Even he couldn't find any flaws.
It seemed that Blake's theoretical knowledge was indeed very solid.
If that's the case.
Snape knew.
In terms of theoretical knowledge, he didn't want to give Blake a hard time.
But … ….
Snape wouldn't give up so easily.
Let's not talk about Blake telling on me to Dumbledore.
Just say that his name is Blake.
Snape didn't like him.
FFLX...
Then, the next round would determine the victor!
Snape stared at Blake for a while.
He turned his head and said, "Why don't you all write it down?"
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the classroom as someone fumbled with a quill and parchment.
The potions class continued.
It doesn't matter if it's the little wizard of Hufflepuff or Ravenker.
Those little straight-A students.
They didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
.....
This guy was too despairing.
Snape divided them into pairs.
Then he taught them how to make boils.
It was the kind of question he had asked Blake just now.
Snape walked around the classroom, his long black cloak trailing behind him.
Stared at the dried nettles they all weighed.
Ground the poisonous fangs of a snake …
Think about it.
When there was such a professor doing experiments with you.
Constantly standing behind you and pressuring you.
In that case …
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No matter how experienced you were at it.
You could make mistakes.
Not to mention the little wizards who were trying to make potions for the first time today.
Therefore, the little wizards kept making mistakes …
Not long after.
Almost all the students were criticized by Snape.
Except for two people …
Blake and Hannah were divided into a pair.
Before they started.
Blake had told Hannah before.
Don't be nervous, just use the mood of cooking and there will be no problem at all!
Hannah was a novice at making potions.
But she was good at cooking!
Plus, there was a professional chef like Blake guiding her.
The two of them could be said to work together seamlessly.
Just like when the two of them cooked together.
So, don't say Blake.
It was Hannah who was only in charge of "helping in the kitchen".
Snape couldn't find a reason to criticize her …
Exquisite knife technique, precise measurement, professional technique, perfect control of the fire …
Snape's legs were almost numb from standing behind them.
He didn't see anything worthy of criticism at all!
Snape wondered if it was Blake's first time making potions!
Snape had no choice but to criticize others …
Especially Hufflepuff's little wizard.
He was criticized miserably.
I can't deduct points from you.
Then I'll deduct points from your classmate!
Under great psychological pressure.
Wayne and Roger watched in despair as the potion in their cauldrons turned into a strange green color ….
"Idiots!
I think you forgot to put in the Thousand Nettles!
Am I right? "
At this moment, in Blake and Hannah's crucibles.
Pink smoke was already rising from the ground.
This proved that their magic potion had been successfully brewed.
B...
Wayne and Roger were standing next to Blake and Hannah.
FFLX...
Snape started to flip out.
"Green!
Are you feeling complacent because you've successfully brewed the potion? "
"Since you know so well and you're standing next to them, why don't you do it?"
"Why didn't you remind them to put in the Thousand Nettles?!"
"Do you think you'll be better if they make mistakes?"
"Because of you, Hufflepuff!"
After Snape finished deducting points.
He suddenly felt refreshed.
You've finally caught your chicken feet, haven't you!
Blake's face darkened.
'Motherf * cker, he's playing dirty, right?'
'I did snitch on him.'
So Snape came to find fault with him.
Blake could actually understand.
So Blake had always been on the defensive.
No matter how much Snape tried to find fault with him.
As long as it was within reason.
Blake responded to every move that came his way.
After the class.
The two of them were evenly matched …
'But you're doing this now.'
'That's a little shameless!'
In Blake's opinion.
This old bat couldn't afford to play.
He flipped the table.
'Since you don't want to play, then let's not play!'
"Okay, Professor, it's my fault.
"I didn't help you correct their mistakes."
Snape was feeling refreshed at first.
...
He immediately understood the hidden meaning behind Blake's words!
'What do you mean by helping me correct their mistakes?'
'Are you saying that this is my job?'
'I didn't correct them because I failed to do my job?'
Snape admitted that Blake had a point.
B...
'Does Snape need a reason to deduct points?'
"Green, you contradicted the professor. Hufflepuff deducts five points!"
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