Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, all sorts of food were laid out on the table.
"What classes do we have this afternoon?" Harry asked as Ron added sugar to his pumpkin porridge.
Ron replied, "It seems like I'll be taking two Potions classes with the Slytherin students!"
"The Potions professor is Snape, and he seems to be the head of Slytherin."
I heard from upperclassmen that Snape favored students from his own house and was quite biased.
I don't know if this is true or false.
"Really? I wish Professor McGonagall would also favor us Gryffindors," Harry said.
McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor, and Snape is the Head of Slytherin.
But Professor McGonagall was very fair, serious and wise.
Hermione put down her cutlery. "I always felt there was something strange about Snape!"
Harry nodded in agreement. "I also felt something was off! At the banquet, I felt like he didn't like me. He kept staring at me with those strange looks."
"I hope it's just my imagination!" Harry thought to himself.
The door to a dungeon-like classroom was suddenly pushed open.
Professor Snape strode in like the wind, his black robes billowing behind him.
Before even reaching the podium, he began to talk about classroom discipline.
"In my class, you are not allowed to wave your wand around randomly or chant spells for no reason."
He turned sharply to look at all the students and said softly, "Actually, I don't think many of you understand or appreciate the profound science and precise craftsmanship of potion-making."
His voice was low, almost a whisper, but every word was clearly audible—like Professor McGonagall, Snape possessed a mysterious power that allowed him to easily keep his students quiet.
"Since there are no silly wands waving around here, many of you don't really believe this is magic."
I don't expect you to truly understand the wonders of pharmaceutical technology.
Imagine simmering medicinal herbs in a large steamer; the liquid slowly boils, and wisps of white steam rise gently...
And then there's the fluid flowing through the veins of the human body, that fluid with incredibly subtle power...
It can absolutely make your heart flutter and fascinate all your senses...
I can teach you how to bottle fame, how to brew glory, and even... how to stop death...
"Just don't be as stupid as the bunch of idiots I taught before."
After hearing Snape's words, the classroom became even quieter.
Harry and Ron exchanged a quick glance.
Hermione Granger, on the other hand, sat up straight, her bottom barely touching the edge of the chair, as if this would prove to Snape that she was by no means a fool.
"Roll call now! Draco Malfoy!"
Just as Snape was calling roll, a figure suddenly appeared in the last row of seats.
However, no one, including Professor Snape, reacted at all, as if they couldn't see anything.
This person is Jack!
Besides being interested in the spells of this world, he was also quite interested in potions.
After all, this magical world seems to be able to create elixirs of immortality!
Even if he is incredibly powerful and possesses the Ten-Tails, he will eventually grow old and die.
There are indeed techniques in Naruto that grant immortality, such as the Earth Grudge Fear, the Samsara Rebirth Technique, and the Corpse Reincarnation Technique.
However, he did not use it, or rather, it was not the right time to use it.
One is utterly disgusting, another requires consuming other people's names, and the last one requires changing bodies.
Now that there's a better way, he naturally wants to try it.
Although current elixirs of immortality have problems and require continuous use to achieve immortality.
But now that Jack has arrived, perhaps he will have a way to overcome these problems.
Of course, this is on the premise that you are familiar with potions!
Jack would never admit that he came here to see Snape and Harry's love-hate relationship!
Snape paused when he called Harry's name, and said quietly:
"Oh, yes! Harry Potter, he's a new student at Hogwarts, a very famous person."
Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle looked at Harry and chuckled.
After Snape finished calling roll, he looked up at the whole class, his dark eyes filled with a chill that sent shivers down Harry's spine.
His eyes were cold and empty, as if he were a soulless vegetable.
Harry was looking down, writing something in his notebook.
Snape, who had been watching Harry closely, naturally saw this scene. He looked into Harry's eyes as if he saw something.
"Perhaps some of you came to Hogwarts with extraordinary abilities, so much so that you were so confident that you didn't need to pay attention to my lectures!"
Hermione, who was next to Harry, quickly nudged him with her elbow and gestured to him with her eyes.
Harry slowly looked up and saw Professor Snape staring at him.
Professor Snape's eyes were filled with disgust, and something else he couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Mr. Potter, a legend of our generation!"
Hearing this, Harry had a bad feeling, and Ron looked at Harry with concern.
"Tell me, what would happen if I added powdered daffodil bulbs to the juice of mugwort?"
What powder is added to what juice?
Harry glanced at Ron, who seemed just as bewildered as he was, but Hermione was desperately raising her hands high.
"I don't know, teacher," Harry answered softly.
Snape pursed his lips and chuckled.
"Tsk tsk, it seems fame isn't all that great." He completely ignored Hermione's raised hand.
Jack couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. Snape was really arrogant!
Having researched the potion information, Jack knew that daffodils represent regret and remorse, and their flower language is "My regret will follow you to the grave."
The sap of mugwort represents intense sorrow.
Snape's question also expressed his regret and remorse over the death of Harry's mother, Lily.
"Okay, let me ask you one more question."
If I asked you to find a piece of bezoar, where would you begin your search?
Hermione raised her hand as high as she could, so high that it seemed as if it were about to leave her body and fly into the air.
But Harry had absolutely no idea what bezoar was.
He did his best not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, those three guys were laughing so hard they were shaking.
"I don't know, teacher."
"Don't you ever preview the material before class? Huh? Potter?"
Harry tried his best to face those cold, indifferent eyes.
He had indeed read the textbook once, but surely Snape wouldn't expect him to memorize every single word of "A Thousand Examples of Witchcraft Herbs and Fungi" after only one reading?
Snape still ignored Hermione's trembling hands.
What are the differences between aconite and monkshood?
This time, Hermione stood up, her right hand almost reaching the top of the dungeon.
"I don't know," Harry said softly, "but I think Hermione does. Why don't you ask her?"
Some students burst into laughter.
Harry glanced at Ron, who winked at him.
However, Snape was not happy at all.
"Quiet!"
He walked toward Harry, and as he passed Hermione, he said, "Put your hand down, silly girl!"
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