I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts
The history of magic itself is not boring.
What's boring is just the way Professor Bins lectures.
He is probably too old.
It is said that when Hogwarts was just established and he was still alive, the class was still lively and interesting. Even people like Slytherin praised him for his quick thinking and clear mind.
But now he can only use that whispering, slow-moving voice, and unsentimental and eloquent texts, and there is very little time to communicate with students.
Lynn even thinks that Professor Bins’s voice is magical. Even if he has been a good student for two lifetimes and never sleeps in class, he will feel drowsy when listening to his lectures. desire.
Professor Bins did not give Lynn a chance to perform for the entire class. Of course, Lynn didn't mean to perform, because he really couldn't think of what kind of talent the history of magic corresponds to.
After the morning class was over, Lynn settled down for lunch in the auditorium, and then sat by the fireplace in the common room with the heavy history of magic textbook that had just been finished, and revisited what Professor Bins had just said. .
He listened a little absent-mindedly when he was in class, but fortunately, he wrote down all the notes that should be taken in the book, and now it’s just to deepen the impression after reviewing it.
"I heard about it."
A blond, sunny-looking senior boy walked up to Lynn and said with a smile.
"You won five points for Slytherin in Professor Flitwick's class, especially in front of a group of proud Ravenclaws."
came from Rafael Provence, who is the male prefect of Slytherin and the boyfriend of female prefect Betty.
"It's just five points. This is not something to be commended, and I'm just lucky. I guess there won't be such an opportunity in the future."
Lynn is not being humble, he is just getting a shot.
After knowing that the talent points obtained by praise and bonus points are one-off, he has no intention of continuing to perform in class.
In places like Hogwarts, especially when the next few years will not be very calm, Lynn thinks it is better for him to keep a low profile.
Raphael didn’t care about Lynn’s words. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world now, talking endlessly about how they would continue the glory of Slytherin. As long as the little wizards of all ages work together, the annual Academy Cup will be unlimited. Stay in the Snake Yard for some time.
However, Lynn knew that these were just his imagination. Just next year, their headmaster Dumbledore would start to pull off the sidelines himself, turning the Academy Cup into the shape of Gryffindor.
No one dared to be late for the afternoon potions class.
Even if they are all freshmen, there are prefects who gave these little wizards the popular science Professor Snape’s terrible reputation at Hogwarts. No one was stupid when he had already provoked a good-tempered professor in the morning. I will stroke the tiger's beard again.
In the potions class classroom, there is a crucible in front of everyone, and the surrounding shelves are brightly displayed, the body parts of various magical animals or a special internal organ.
Coupled with the dim environment, the slightly timid girl was already pale with fright at this time, her eyes only dared to stare at the cauldron in front of her.
Professor Snape’s face was also very pale. Not only that, but he also had hollow eyes, a rigid expression, and his greasy hair was like reflective tin foil. He wanted people to choose a bottle of wash when giving him a Christmas gift. Head cream.
Lynn sat down and couldn't help but think of it. In a spicy chicken novel he read in his previous life, he was nicknamed by an unscrupulous author—no wife face.
"I'm glad that no fool would choose to be late for my class." Professor Snape's voice was not loud and very soft, but it was just enough for every little wizard to hear what he was saying.
"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion. Since there is no silly wave of the wand, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand it. The simmering cauldron is wafting from the white smoke and the beautiful fragrance wafting out. You will not really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the magical magic that makes people's minds and minds bewildered..."
His voice slowly became softer.
"I can teach you how to improve your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, and that is that you are not the kind of stupid fools I often encounter."
"So…"
Suddenly, his voice changed.
"Can someone deduce what kind of potion we are going to configure in this class based on the potion materials in front of you?"
Every time he glanced at a little wizard with his gloomy gaze, the poor child would frighten and shrink his head desperately.
Then Professor Snape's eyes met with Lynn.
Lynn did not show the slightest fear. He smiled and looked directly at the hollow and cold eyes of his wife's face, raised his arms high, and continued to cheer himself up in his heart.
He is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife...
"Oh, Belloc, then please stand up and talk about your opinions."
He seems to be ridiculing for no reason, and it seems that his tone of voice is natural.
Lynn didn't care about the tone of his speech, but looked at the material beside the cauldron in front of him, and said smoothly.
"Dry nettles, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, snake teeth, horned slugs, porcupine stings...These are the third potions recorded in "Magic Potion and Potion", specifically used to treat boils."
"This is a special potion to treat pustules, measles, boils, and other symptoms of lymphatic tuberculosis. You need to be cautious when making potions. Incorrect preparation will cause the potions to cause boils instead of curing them. And boil. The criterion for successful production is pink smoke coming out of the crucible."
"The book emphasizes that when making potions, you must pay special attention to that if you want to add porcupine thorns to it, you must first move the cauldron away from the flame. Otherwise, the cauldron will melt and emit a terrible smell. The leaked magic The medicine will also cause boils to grow on the skin it touches..."
Speaking of this, Lynn finally stopped amidst the shocking gazes of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff wizards, he looked at Professor Snape and said modestly.
"There is only so much I can remember. If there are omissions, please ask the professor to add."
The expression on Snape's face was still the same, and he didn't show any special emotions because of Lynn's wonderful answer.
"Hmph, I hope your specific operations can be like your theoretical knowledge."
Snape walked back to the podium blankly, and said lukewarmly.
"Slytherin gets 10 points."
[Your outstanding performance in the potions class made the potions class professor: Snape Severus added points to your academy, potion talent +1, potion effect +1. 】
The system prompt sounded only once, but Lynn was not very surprised. He had long guessed that Snape would be the kind of person who was willing to give his academy extra points but was not willing to praise. The typical Slytherin is dead arrogant. . So he was ready to fight a protracted battle with him in the potions class.
Chapter 22: 22： History of magic and potions
What's boring is just the way Professor Bins lectures.
He is probably too old.
It is said that when Hogwarts was just established and he was still alive, the class was still lively and interesting. Even people like Slytherin praised him for his quick thinking and clear mind.
But now he can only use that whispering, slow-moving voice, and unsentimental and eloquent texts, and there is very little time to communicate with students.
Lynn even thinks that Professor Bins’s voice is magical. Even if he has been a good student for two lifetimes and never sleeps in class, he will feel drowsy when listening to his lectures. desire.
Professor Bins did not give Lynn a chance to perform for the entire class. Of course, Lynn didn't mean to perform, because he really couldn't think of what kind of talent the history of magic corresponds to.
After the morning class was over, Lynn settled down for lunch in the auditorium, and then sat by the fireplace in the common room with the heavy history of magic textbook that had just been finished, and revisited what Professor Bins had just said. .
He listened a little absent-mindedly when he was in class, but fortunately, he wrote down all the notes that should be taken in the book, and now it’s just to deepen the impression after reviewing it.
"I heard about it."
A blond, sunny-looking senior boy walked up to Lynn and said with a smile.
"You won five points for Slytherin in Professor Flitwick's class, especially in front of a group of proud Ravenclaws."
came from Rafael Provence, who is the male prefect of Slytherin and the boyfriend of female prefect Betty.
"It's just five points. This is not something to be commended, and I'm just lucky. I guess there won't be such an opportunity in the future."
Lynn is not being humble, he is just getting a shot.
After knowing that the talent points obtained by praise and bonus points are one-off, he has no intention of continuing to perform in class.
In places like Hogwarts, especially when the next few years will not be very calm, Lynn thinks it is better for him to keep a low profile.
Raphael didn’t care about Lynn’s words. He seemed to be completely immersed in his own world now, talking endlessly about how they would continue the glory of Slytherin. As long as the little wizards of all ages work together, the annual Academy Cup will be unlimited. Stay in the Snake Yard for some time.
However, Lynn knew that these were just his imagination. Just next year, their headmaster Dumbledore would start to pull off the sidelines himself, turning the Academy Cup into the shape of Gryffindor.
No one dared to be late for the afternoon potions class.
In the potions class classroom, there is a crucible in front of everyone, and the surrounding shelves are brightly displayed, the body parts of various magical animals or a special internal organ.
Coupled with the dim environment, the slightly timid girl was already pale with fright at this time, her eyes only dared to stare at the cauldron in front of her.
Professor Snape’s face was also very pale. Not only that, but he also had hollow eyes, a rigid expression, and his greasy hair was like reflective tin foil. He wanted people to choose a bottle of wash when giving him a Christmas gift. Head cream.
Lynn sat down and couldn't help but think of it. In a spicy chicken novel he read in his previous life, he was nicknamed by an unscrupulous author—no wife face.
"I'm glad that no fool would choose to be late for my class." Professor Snape's voice was not loud and very soft, but it was just enough for every little wizard to hear what he was saying.
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He stepped off the stage, and walked slowly but oppressively between the desks."You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion. Since there is no silly wave of the wand, many of you will not believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand it. The simmering cauldron is wafting from the white smoke and the beautiful fragrance wafting out. You will not really understand the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, the magical magic that makes people's minds and minds bewildered..."
His voice slowly became softer.
"I can teach you how to improve your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, and that is that you are not the kind of stupid fools I often encounter."
"So…"
Suddenly, his voice changed.
"Can someone deduce what kind of potion we are going to configure in this class based on the potion materials in front of you?"
Every time he glanced at a little wizard with his gloomy gaze, the poor child would frighten and shrink his head desperately.
Then Professor Snape's eyes met with Lynn.
Lynn did not show the slightest fear. He smiled and looked directly at the hollow and cold eyes of his wife's face, raised his arms high, and continued to cheer himself up in his heart.
He is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife, he is an old bachelor who cannot marry a wife...
"Oh, Belloc, then please stand up and talk about your opinions."
He seems to be ridiculing for no reason, and it seems that his tone of voice is natural.
Lynn didn't care about the tone of his speech, but looked at the material beside the cauldron in front of him, and said smoothly.
"This is a special potion to treat pustules, measles, boils, and other symptoms of lymphatic tuberculosis. You need to be cautious when making potions. Incorrect preparation will cause the potions to cause boils instead of curing them. And boil. The criterion for successful production is pink smoke coming out of the crucible."
"The book emphasizes that when making potions, you must pay special attention to that if you want to add porcupine thorns to it, you must first move the cauldron away from the flame. Otherwise, the cauldron will melt and emit a terrible smell. The leaked magic The medicine will also cause boils to grow on the skin it touches..."
Speaking of this, Lynn finally stopped amidst the shocking gazes of the Slytherin and Hufflepuff wizards, he looked at Professor Snape and said modestly.
"There is only so much I can remember. If there are omissions, please ask the professor to add."
The expression on Snape's face was still the same, and he didn't show any special emotions because of Lynn's wonderful answer.
"Hmph, I hope your specific operations can be like your theoretical knowledge."
Snape walked back to the podium blankly, and said lukewarmly.
"Slytherin gets 10 points."
[Your outstanding performance in the potions class made the potions class professor: Snape Severus added points to your academy, potion talent +1, potion effect +1. 】
The system prompt sounded only once, but Lynn was not very surprised. He had long guessed that Snape would be the kind of person who was willing to give his academy extra points but was not willing to praise. The typical Slytherin is dead arrogant. . So he was ready to fight a protracted battle with him in the potions class.
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