v2 Chapter 933： Unstable Harry

"Of course, after this year, many of you can't go to my class anymore." Snape continued. "I only pick the best students into my n.ets potion class. That's it. Say, some of us will have to say goodbye."

He narrowed his mouth and his eyes fell on Harry's face.

Harry also glared at him without hesitation. When he thought of the fifth grade, he could give up the potion class and get rid of Snape. He couldn’t help feeling a kind of sinful pleasure. This is probably the best he has heard recently. Message.

"But before the happy moment of farewell, we still have to stick to another year." Snape said softly, his eyes moving away from Harry's face. "So, whether or not you plan to take the n.ets test. I suggest that you all concentrate on learning your homework and achieving the higher passing level that I ask my ols students to achieve.

He paused and waved his wand. The recipe and method of potion appeared on the blackboard.

“Today, we have to formulate a remedy that is often found in the general wizarding level test: a mitigator that calms and soothes the irritability and anxiety. Note that if you put the ingredients in a hurry, it will cause the drug taker to fall into a deadlock. And sometimes even irreversible lethargy, so you need to pay special attention to your behavior."

According to the method on the blackboard, Harry tried to temper the mitigator. This pharmacy is the most difficult and troublesome thing he encountered. The ingredients must be added to the sputum in strict order and weight; the mixture must be stirred. To the specified number of times, no more, no less, first clockwise, then counterclockwise; when boiling, the temperature of the flame must be reduced to a certain standard, can not be high or low, and maintain a certain period of time before it can Add the last ingredient.

With ten minutes left, Snape said, "Your pharmacy should now have a faint, silver-white steam."

Harry was so busy and sweating, looking up at the classroom in despair.

His own cockroaches came out with a dark gray gas, and Ron’s cockroaches were splashing with green sparks; Simo made a madness with a wand tip to lick the flames underneath him, because they would be extinguished when they saw it. .

Hermione’s pharmacy was emitting a shimmering silver-white steam. When Snape walked over, the eyes on the eagle’s nose sagged and looked at Hermione’s cockroaches. No comments were made. This is Said that he could not pick anything wrong.

However, next to Harry's cockroach, Snape stopped and looked down at him with a terrible sarcasm on his face.

"Potter, what is this?"

The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest and they liked Snape to sneer Harry.

"Reducing agent," Harry said nervously.

"Potter, tell me!" Snape said softly, "Do you know the word?"

"Know," said Harry, clutching his wand tightly.

"It's really amazing. In this case, you can read the third line of the operating instructions to me, Potter."

Harry stared at the blackboard, and now the underground classroom is filled with steam of various colors. It is not easy to see the instructions on the blackboard.

“Add moonstone powder, stir three times counterclockwise, boil for seven minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup.”

His heart sank, and he did not add root grass syrup.

After he let the potion boil for seven minutes, he directly executed the fourth operating instructions.

"Are you doing everything in the third article, Potter?"

"No," Harry said quietly.

"Sorry, I didn't hear it, please say it again."

“No!” Harry raised his voice and said, “I forgot to let go.”

"I know that you forgot, Potter, which means that this **** is useless and disappears."

Harry’s pharmacy disappeared at once, and he stupidly stood next to an empty space.

"Whenever you read the instructions carefully, put your medicine samples into a short-necked bottle, carefully label your name, and get it on my podium for inspection. The performance of this control will affect "Your school year results," Snape said. "And, homework: write a twelve-inch long paper on parchment, discussing the characteristics of moonstone and its use in medicine, and handing it on Thursday."

The classmates around Harry were loading pharmacy into the short-necked bottle. He put everything together and he was so angry.

His pharmacy is no worse than Ron’s. Ron’s scent now smells like a rotten egg; no worse than Neville’s, Neville’s pharmacy becomes hard, like a cement that has just been stirred, he I have to work hard to get it out of the hustle and bustle.

However, it was him, Harry, who got zero points for his homework today.

He put his wand back in his bag and sat down in his seat. He looked at the other classmates and took the short-necked bottle filled with pharmacy and cork, and went to Snape's podium. After a long time, the class bell. It finally rang, and Harry first rushed out of the underground classroom and didn't want to stay here for a moment.

When Avon came to the auditorium with the end of the boring Defence Against the Dark Arts, the weather on the ceiling was dark and gloomy, and the raindrops slammed into the high windows, which was as bad as the fourth-grade students.

The only thing that was worse than them was Harry, but just getting close, Ivan could feel it.

"Snape is really unfair," Hermione said to Harry. "Your potion is not as bad as Gore. When he put it in the bottle, the whole pile of things suddenly splashed. , burned his robes."

"Hey, when did Snape treat me fairly?" Harry said sullenly, staring at the plate with dismay.

"I thought he would be a little better this year!" Hermione said in disappointment. "I mean, you know, well, he is now joining the Order of the Phoenix, and everything."

She looked around carefully, and they had six or seven seats on either side, and no one walked past the table.

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots." Ron said sharply. "In any case, I always think that Dumbledore is really crazy. I believe in Snape. Is there any evidence to prove that he is no longer mysterious?" People work?"

"Dumbledore must have received enough evidence, even though he didn't show it to you." Hermione said bluntly.

"Oh, shut up, you two." Harry said annoyedly, "You can't stop for a while? It's been a whole morning, and it's always fighting endlessly, it's driving me crazy." ""

Both Hermione and Ron were stunned and looked angry and wronged.

Harry finished, dropped his meat mashed patties, put his bag on his shoulder, and just got up and saw Evan and Colin coming over. He paused and muttered and screamed. Go, leaving four people to worry.

"What happened to him?" Ai Wen looked at Harry's back in a strange way. His recent mood was not stable.

First, I was in front of the classmates last night, and I had a fight with Seymour. Now it’s like this...

Don't be so close, you can see that Harry's temper is now much more violent than ever.

Perhaps the pressure to accumulate is too much, at least in the last semester, this is not the case.

"It's Snape's old bat!" Ron said disgustedly. "He deliberately targeted Harry and gave him zero points for his pharmacy."

"Don't mention this, how are you there?" said Hermione, helping Ai Wen take a piece of minced mashed potato pie. "What did Professor Umbridge teach you in class?" (To be continued...)