Hogwarts Bloodline

Chapter 11 Potions

Harry agreed, but seeing Ivan constantly feeding Scabbers with the beans in his hand, he couldn't help but speak up. "Ivan, if you keep feeding like this, Scabbers will almost die of fullness." Hearing Harry's words, Hermione, who was about to continue asking questions, shifted her attention to Scabbers in Ron's hand. The skinny mouse with tangled hair has now changed its appearance. After running around in the dormitory and getting covered in dust, Scabbers was cleaned up by Ron with a brush. In addition, he has been fed for the past few days, and now he has obviously gained a little weight. "How could it be? This amount of feeding is normal. Scabbers used to be hungry and thin, and he should have a snack!" Ivan insisted on his own opinion and handed another piece of beans to Scabbers' mouth. "Besides, this is also a way to express my apology." Ivan said again. Scabbers did not appreciate it at all. He stared at Ivan angrily and arrogantly pulled Ivan's hand away with his little claws. It was not until Scabbers realized that his little paws could not resist Ivan's strength that he took a bite of the beans that were delivered to him. After all, it was right in front of his mouth. No matter how angry he was, he still had to eat, right? He couldn't resist anyway. Well, if you taste it carefully, the beans are quite delicious except for some flavors. Noticing that Scabbers' resistance had weakened, Ivan couldn't help but sigh that Peter Pettigrew had survived for so many years. Although he was not good at other things, his mentality was quite stable. He was being chased by the person he feared the most a few nights ago, but he was able to continue to eat heartily after just one night. Although that chase was in a dream, it was. However, this also meant that Peter Pettigrew didn't know about the dark magic of the fear curse. Perhaps he just thought that Ivan used some magic to turn his beautiful dream into a nightmare. After all, it was unreasonable for Ivan, a little wizard, to know what happened eleven years ago, and it was even more impossible for him to know that Sirius's Animagus was a black dog. "What if he gets too fat?" Ron looked at Scabbers who was "specially cared for" by Ivan and said with some concern. "It's okay. Scabbers doesn't have to deliver mail. If he's fatter, he won't run around." Ivan comforted him. Ivan thought to himself that if it weren't for Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's resurrection plan would not have been so easy to succeed. Ivan wanted to feed Scabbers until he was fat as a ball. He wanted to see if he could run away from Crookshanks and Sirius. As they chatted, they walked towards the basement where the potions class was. When they entered the classroom, Harry and Ron believed the rumor that Snape was a dark wizard. The whole classroom was not big, but the atmosphere was a bit dark and scary. There were some glass bottles around, filled with blue-green liquid, and some of them could vaguely see the bodies of some animals soaked in the liquid. In addition, the classroom was built underground. If Ivan didn't know that this was Hogwarts, he would have thought it was a secret laboratory of a dark wizard. "Hurry up and go to your seats. We have to be careful in this class!" Ron said. At this time, Ron no longer had any doubts about George's previous words, and hurriedly pulled Ivan, Harry and Hermione to sit down in their seats, so as not to give Snape a reason to deduct points. However, Ivan knew in his heart that even if they were well behaved in the class, Snape would make up a reason to find fault. Bang~ After the young wizards from the two colleges sat down, the gloomy door was suddenly pushed open, and the sound of the door hitting the wall kept echoing in the classroom. Not long after, a thin figure walked in from the door, with sallow skin covered by a long black cloak. His cold eyes swept over the young wizards until his eyes touched Harry, and he paused for a moment. His hooked nose made him look like a huge humanoid bat. Snape walked all the way to the front of the stage, waving his wand in his right hand, and the curtains around him were automatically pulled down. Without the sunlight shining into the basement through the window, the classroom immediately became much darker. When the light became dim, Ivan clearly noticed that Snape's tense expression relaxed slightly. After the master of potions finished all this, he picked up the roll call and looked around at the little wizards who were intimidated by his aura. "I will call the roll next. I hope no one dares to disappear in my class!" Snape's low voice began to echo in the classroom. The naughty little wizards on weekdays were all very quiet. Only Draco Malfoy from Slytherin could laugh at this time. "Neville Longbottom." "Ivan Hals" "Harry Potter" When reading Harry's name, Snape's calm tone fluctuated slightly. "Ha~ By the way, I almost forgot." Snape had a blank expression on his face, but there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in his words. "There's a new celebrity in our school!" The little wizards around looked towards Harry when they heard the words, and Draco and the two followers even laughed secretly. Harry was a little uncomfortable with being targeted for no reason, but what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning. Snape turned his head away from Harry and looked at everyone. "You are here to learn the exquisite techniques of making medicine." "Since there is no foolish waving of wands here, many of you don't really believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of medicine technology." Snape paused here and spoke with an intoxicated taste. "Think about it, when the herbs are simmered in a large steam pot, the potion slowly boils, and the white smoke rises... and the liquid flowing in the human veins, the liquid with incomparable and exquisite power... It can simply intoxicate your heart and fascinate all your senses... I can teach you how to can reputation, how to brew glory, and even... prevent death... As long as you don't be as stupid as the group of idiots I taught before." Snape finished a long paragraph and suddenly spoke again. "Potter, if we add the powder of narcissus bulbs to the juice of wormwood, what will be the consequences?" Harry looked at a loss. What is narcissus? What is wormwood? Harry looked at Ron for help, and Ron was also confused. Hermione raised her right hand high, but unfortunately Snape just pretended not to see it. Ivan was far away, so he could only open his mouth and silently spit out the words "water of life and death" and "sleeping pills". Harry was a little anxious, but Snape's forcing eyes made him dare not look at Ivan more, and naturally he couldn't guess what Ivan said. After a long time, he could only spit out a few words with difficulty. "I don't know, professor!" Ivan helplessly held his forehead with his hand. He had tried his best. Even if he told Harry the answer in advance, it would be useless. Unless Harry could memorize all the books about potions, otherwise Snape would have plenty of ways to target Harry.