The bell rang, Professor Baker hurriedly turned around and left the classroom, leaving behind a group of first-year students who were chattering and discussing.
"Professor, do you mean that he is stronger than Mr. Lockhart?"
"Of course! Only those who are relatively weak need to rack their brains to think about how to solve problems. Strong wizards can solve all problems with a single cast of magic!"
"But that's Lockhart, a famous adventurer!"
"That doesn't mean he is the strongest, at least not as strong as Professor Dumbledore, right? And Lockhart is only an honorary member of the Dark Arts Defense League, and the professor is a director, several levels higher than Lockhart!"
Avada: ...
As expected, tearing apart the fighting power is inevitable in any world and any field.
Although there is actually nothing to tear apart about this matter, Lockhart is just a liar who is seeking fame. In Avada's schedule, there is a plan to find a way to expose Lockhart after he becomes a teacher, so that he can get the trial he deserves and return the honor to those victims.
And Professor Baker's strength is also real - in Avada's perception, Professor Baker's vitality and mental strength are also extremely strong, at the same level as old-fashioned strongmen such as McGonagall and Flitwick, second only to Dumbledore.
But I don't know if it's an illusion, Professor Baker's mental structure seems a little strange, but he can't say what's wrong.
"Hey, Ken!"
Joel Stebbins, his roommate sitting next to him, poked him and asked, "What's the next class? I forgot to bring my schedule."
Avada took out the schedule and looked at it: "Potions, with Slytherin."
"Oh, what a pity."
Stebbins covered his forehead and said, "I heard from the seniors that the professor of Potions is the dean of Slytherin. Not only is he strict and harsh, but he is also particularly partial to his own college. It seems that since he took office, Slytherin has won the College Cup every year!"
Avada rolled his eyes. Even Hufflepuffs who don't like to gossip behind people's backs can evaluate Snape like this. It seems that no matter what his personality is, this guy is really not up to the standard of being a teacher.
"Relax, at least we don't have to face him as Gryffindors." Avada comforted, then put on his backpack and left the classroom, walking towards the Potions classroom.
showed mercy. If Harry dared to talk about his classroom in front of him, Gryffindor would probably become Gryffindor on the spot.
Avada and Baron sat in the first row, so after Snape scolded them, the others in the classroom realized that he had come, and they all sat down quietly - although it was their first class, they more or less knew the "reputation" of this professor, so they were much more restrained.
"Now start the roll call."
Snape had a piece of parchment in his hand. He stared at the content on it, frowning tightly, and even made his expression look a little ferocious - this was an expression that the professor had never had before.
"...Ken!"
He almost squeezed out the name from between his teeth.
"It's bad!"
Avada's pupils trembled, and he remembered that his name seemed to be the second culprit for Snape's loss of his beloved!
He was glad that he was not a Gryffindor, and maybe he could make Snape gentler, but he didn't expect to face the difficulty of hell and might experience the exclusive treatment of the savior.
"...Here."
He agreed timidly.
Snape snorted, and seemed to remember that he shouldn't be angry with an innocent child who was already a victim, so he restrained his expression and continued to read: "Baron Shafik!"
"Here!"
"John McNeill!"
"Here!"
After confirming that everyone was present, Snape put away the list and slowly swept everyone in the classroom with an extremely oppressive gaze.
"Potions,"
He spoke softly, but in the quiet classroom it was loud enough for everyone to hear clearly: "is a precise, scientific and rigorous technique. I know that in your previous classes, each professor will spare no effort to demonstrate the charm of their respective subjects and stimulate your interest..."
"But on my side, unfortunately, I think most of you cannot appreciate the charm of the technique of potions. Even since most of the time it does not require the participation of a wand, some of you may not even believe that it is magic."
"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering pot with white smoke and bursts of fragrance, nor will you truly understand the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, the kind of magical power that makes people excited and confused... But I can still teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..."
"But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of talentless idiots I often meet."
The unprecedented opening remarks directly silenced the audience.
"Ken!" Snape suddenly called Avada up: "You answer, what is the formula of the cold-repelling potion?"
Over, start.
Avada stood up desperately, and answered while recalling: "Fire salamander blood, cabbage, kudzu root..."
Then he got stuck. He spent most of his summer vacation studying spells, transfiguration, and the curses recorded in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook. Although he tried hard to memorize things like potions and herbs, his mediocre memory did not allow him to memorize the entire book within a limited time.
"And the powder of the fire crab shell!"
Snape glanced at him: "You can't even answer such a basic question, sit down."
Somewhat unexpectedly, Snape did not deduct his points, probably because he was not a Gryffindor.
"In this class we are going to learn the scabies treatment potion. This is a very basic but classic potion recipe. The principles and techniques used in it are almost used in the making of all potions."
Snape finally began to teach seriously, and took out various utensils such as crucibles, scales, and other bottles and jars from under the podium: "I will explain the process first, and then demonstrate it myself. Then I will divide you into groups of two and let you practice by yourselves."
"This potion will use porcupine quills, venomous snake fangs, and dried nettles... The proportions are... It should be noted that when crushing the venomous snake fangs, there may be... There is also the order of the three times of steaming slugs. Once the order is reversed, it will cause... and if it is not cooled after the first boil, it will..."
Snape wrote on the blackboard quickly and methodically, and the students below were taking notes nervously, fearing that missing a detail would cause his dissatisfaction.
"So, the role of the slug here is to adjust the conflict between the medicinal properties of the porcupine quills and the venomous snake fangs. According to Beaumont's calculation of the first basic law, its own properties are not enough...so it needs to be boiled three times and added"
Snape finally finished explaining the production process and principles of the scabies treatment potion, and then placed the crucible in the center of the podium: "Now let me demonstrate it myself."