The Potions classroom at Hogwarts was located at the very bottom of the castle.
The eerie and terrifying atmosphere, coupled with Snape's own naturally intimidating demeanor.
No one in the entire classroom dared to even breathe loudly!
Even Ron, who usually loved to chatter, became as quiet as a quail.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud suddenly came from the gate.
Snape strode into the classroom.
As he waved his wand, the classroom windows closed one by one.
The already dimly lit classroom felt even more claustrophobic.
"In my class, you are not allowed to wave your wand around randomly or chant spells randomly."
"I don't think many of you understand or appreciate the profound science and intricate craftsmanship of potion-making."
"Since there are no silly wands being waved here, many of you will not believe this is magic."
"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of that big pot simmering slowly over a low flame, emitting white smoke and a delicate fragrance."
"You will never truly understand the wondrous magic of the fluid that flows into people's veins, the kind that makes people's hearts flutter and their minds wander..."
"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, cultivate glory, and even prevent death—but there's one condition: you must not be the kind of fools I often encounter!"
As the only professor at Hogwarts who used PowerPoint, Snape's teaching method was extremely advanced.
He leaned on the podium with one hand, his hawk-like eyes sweeping over the heads of the new students in the classroom.
Ultimately, the focus shifted to a classmate who was drawing and writing.
"On another note, perhaps some of you already possessed extraordinary abilities when you came to Hogwarts, and were confident enough to believe..."
"Yes! No! Pay attention! To my lesson!"
Without Hermione's reminder in the original story, Harry wouldn't have noticed the murderous intent in Snape's eyes at all.
He continued writing his own things, seemingly lost in thought.
Until Snape walked up to him.
"Mr. Potter!"
Harry was startled when his name was suddenly called.
This caused a burst of laughter in the classroom.
Snape stared intently into Harry's eyes.
"Savior, tell me, what will happen if I add narcissus bulb powder to wormwood stem sap?"
They're here! They're here!
Classic passages from the original Harry Potter books!
It's also one of the most deeply hidden hints!
Snape's Confession!
Argus watched the scene before him with great interest, even regretting that he hadn't brought some melon seeds and peanuts with him.
Harry shook his head.
"Don't know?" Snape gave a disdainful snort.
"Then let me ask you something else."
"Mr. Potter, where should I look if I get a Bezoar?"
"I don't know, Professor."
What is the difference between Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum kusnezoffii?
"I...I don't know."
Snape sneered: "Obviously, fame doesn't mean everything."
"Is that right, Mr. Potter?"
"I'm not the only one who doesn't know the answers to these questions!"
Harry was extremely annoyed by Snape's harassment and retorted, looking Snape straight in the eye.
"Is that so?" Snape scoffed, turning to look at Argus, whose smirk was harder to suppress than an AK.
"Mr. Grindelwald, please answer the question I just asked our savior."
I knew it!
The Draught of Living Death is an advanced potion that we only start learning about in sixth grade!
You think anyone else could answer that?!
Argus stood up and answered respectfully.
"When narcissus root bulb powder is added to wormwood stem sap and heated, it will produce a Draught of Living Death, also known as the water of life and death."
"Bezoars can be found in the stomachs of goats."
"Aconitum carmichaelii and Aconitum kusnezoffii are the same plant, just different names for types of aconite."
Snape didn't even turn his head.
His tone was cold.
"I'll only remind you once, Mr. Grindelwald."
"If you dare to show that monstrous grin in my class again, I won't hesitate to kick you out of the classroom."
"Sit down! Slytherin gets five points!"
"And another thing! Mr. Potter, for your ignorance and rudeness, Gryffindor loses five points!"
Harry's eyes flashed with anger, but Snape ignored him, turning around and scanning the room.
His tone grew increasingly cold.
"Why haven't you written down the answers you just gave!"
The sound of a quill pen rubbing against parchment rang out instantly.
Anyone with a modicum of sense could tell that Snape was extremely displeased!
Nobody wanted to provoke him at this time.
Potions class continued.
After Snape had taught how to process dried nettles, crush snake fangs, and other related steps, Snape...
divided all students into pairs.
However, Slytherins were paired with Slytherins, and Gryffindors with Gryffindors.
For some reason, Argus had a bad feeling when he looked at Seamus and Ron huddled together.
Although Neville was assigned to Hufflepuff, the incident in the original story where Neville's mistake caused the potion to spill was unlikely to happen again.
But Seamus was here...
Argus thought for a moment, then pulled his teammate Draco to hide in the far corner of the classroom.
Draco was puzzled, but didn't ask any further questions.
The Cure for Boils Potion wasn't a complicated magic potion; he could easily make it even without Argus.
The two had a clear division of labor and carried out one task after another in an orderly manner.
"Oh? It seems our Slytherin star student isn't as helpful as rumored."
Snape, who was patrolling among the students, saw Argus and Draco hiding in a corner of the classroom.
He made no attempt to hide his mockery.
"I just want to give the opportunity to receive guidance to other students who need it more."
"Hmph!" Snape laughed mockingly.
His already stiff face looked even more frightening.
But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore!
A loud explosion rang out!
Green, acidic liquid splattered everywhere!
And right next to him!
"Sizzle!"
The acidic solution made a harsh, corrosive sound when it hit the ground.
Many students in the vicinity were accidentally injured!
Snape, who was closest to the victim, was the first to be hit!
"Idiot!"
He flicked his sleeve, clutching his neck where he had been hit, and his angry roar nearly deafened Argus.
However, the matter was far from over.
Because of the recent explosion, many students accidentally knocked over their crucibles while trying to dodge.
Even the flames on the crucible spread!
Most of the desks and chairs in Hogwarts classrooms were made of wood, which burned rapidly under the influence of flames.
The entire classroom was in complete chaos.
"Aguamenti!"
A stream of water rushed in from afar, quickly extinguishing the surrounding flames.
Then, another spell was cast, cleaning up the debris on the table and floor.
"Scourgify!"
Everyone's gaze turned towards the direction from which the sound came.
Just then, Argus put away his wand and strode towards them.
"Students who are not injured should help take the injured to the school clinic first."
"Students who are able can use the Aguamenti to help clean up before class."
At Argus's reminder, everyone suddenly realized what was happening.
They quickly helped the injured classmates.
Argus felt a deep sense of relief.
I knew something bad was going to happen!
Even without Neville, Ron, Seamus, and Harry were all troublemakers!
If I hadn't been so far away, I might have been implicated too.
Just like Snape!
"Mr. Grindelwald, if you dare to stare at me with those disgusting eyes again, I won't hesitate to gouge your eyes out!"
Snape's face was so dark it was almost dripping with gloom.
His eyes were fixed on the culprits behind the incident.
"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finnigan, I think you need to find a reasonable explanation for your foolish behavior!"