Chapter 161 Snape's Old Textbook
eight pm,
Neville and Hannah arrived at the lobby on the first floor ahead of time, but after waiting for a while, they didn't see Snape, but Harry and Ron instead.
"Hey, why are you two here?" Hannah was a little surprised.
"I'm also here to accept the school's punishment." Harry sighed, a little tired and said:
"Professor McGonagall asked me to help Professor Lockhart and write a reply to his admirers."
"Wow, so easy!" Hannah exclaimed.
"Where is it easy, I would rather go to clean the toilet."
When Harry thought of Lockhart, he felt uncomfortable, and he even thought maliciously, why didn't that guy stay in the hospital for two more days, and why did he come out so soon.
"Harry, don't be so lucky!" Ron complained, "I'm going to help Filch polish the silverware in the trophy showroom, and magic is not allowed, and I use my hands all the way!"
Harry could sit comfortably in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, answering letters, chatting, and maybe having a snack, while he could just polish the silverware...
It's all punishment, why is there such a big gap? !
"Ron, I'd rather trade with you!" Harry said annoyedly, "Neville, what about the two of you?"
"The two of us are going to clean up the Potions classroom," Neville replied softly.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances, and immediately felt balanced, obviously accepting Snape's torture... It's even more terrifying!
"Okay, it's time for your patient association to end, don't talk about your condition here anymore." A cold sarcasm suddenly sounded not far away.
Snape came out of the shadows, his robes fluttering behind him like a giant bat, followed by Filch and Mrs Norris.
The four of them hurriedly shut up, not daring to speak anymore.
Snape walked up to Harry, stared into his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Potter, what is your punishment tonight?"
Harry didn't speak.
"Five points deducted from Gryffindor, I don't want to ask again." Snape sneered.
Ron secretly kicked Harry, and was deducted five points by Snape. After a while, Gryffindor deducted ten points. Harry reluctantly said:
"Write a letter for Professor Lockhart."
"That's it?!" Snape sneered, "A student who came to school with a speeding car, is this a little punishment?
It has to be said that Professor McGonagall is sometimes partial to the students of his own college. "
"..."
At this moment, let alone Neville and the others, even Filch couldn't help but glance at Snape.
Is this not a bad thing to say?
"It's a pity, Potter, that you're not a student of my house, or I'd give you a night to remember."
After Snape finished speaking, he strode forward. Seeing that Neville and Hannah were still standing there stupidly, he turned his head and growled:
"Come over quickly, both of you... Sure enough, if a fool is with a fool, it will only be more stupid!"
Neville and Hannah hurried after him, heading towards the Potions classroom.
"You need to clean every corner of the classroom..."
Snape led the two into the dark basement classroom, and when he passed through the glass jars placed along the wall, he said sternly:
"Don't wipe this one, I'm afraid you will break the glass jar that holds my specimen!"
"Most importantly!" Snape walked up to the two dirty cauldrons, a malicious gleam in his dark eyes.
"You two always fry cauldrons...these are spares for you.
It's best to wipe it clean, otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen if the residue is accidentally mixed in when brewing the potion in the future. "
Neville and Hannah looked at the cauldron with horror on their faces. It must have been ten years since this thing was brushed, right?
"I'll check back from time to time, let's do it now." Snape turned and left the classroom.
After the sound of Snape's footsteps gradually went away and completely disappeared, Neville trembled, timidly glanced at the door and said:
"Rolf, are you here?"
"Here we come." A figure slowly emerged in the air, appearing in the vision of Neville and Hannah.
Rove was wearing a new robe. If Voldemort was here, he would feel a familiar atmosphere, and he would even scold Rove for being shameless and stealing his magic.
Yes, this robe and the scarf that covered Quirrell's head used the same magic.
In the last school year, Rove helped Quirrell untie the scarf, and after enjoying the sunshine, he got the magic. Its effect is to block the breath and effectively isolate the wizard from probing.
Some wizards can see through the Disillusionment Charm or the Invisibility Cloak, and the combination with this robe is perfect.
"How do I clean this cauldron?" Hannah, who was wearing a shofar braid, wrinkled her face and was about to cry. "Such thick moss?"
"That's not moss." Rove said softly, "It's a hairy crab."
Hairy crabs are less than one millimeter in size, but there are many of them, and they are densely packed in the crucible, looking very scary.
Seeing that Hannah wanted to reach out and touch her, Rove hurriedly stopped her and said:
"Hairy crabs are a kind of parasite. Don't touch them with your hands. They can bite through the skin and suck flesh and magic power."
Hair crabs, like fleas, can easily infest swallow-tailed dogs' fur and booby birds' feathers.
Of course, they also spoil magic items such as wands and cauldrons, eating away at the core of a wand, or feasting on potions left on a crucible.
Muggle electrical appliances will suddenly malfunction, and it is also a masterpiece of hairy crabs.
Therefore, hairy crabs are pests for both wizards and Muggles.
Rove didn't bring any medicine to deal with hairy crabs, but the boy opened the black leather case and whistled, and a group of Cornish elves flew out.
"The buffet is here, hurry up and eat." Rove pointed to the cauldron, signaling to the elves that you are welcome.
The group of elves burrowed into the cauldron. They liked to play tricks, but they also unequivocally ate hairy crabs.
The group of hairy crabs quickly dispersed and fled in all directions. A few of them escaped from the crucible. A ball of flame appeared at Rove's fingertips, condensed into the shape of a salamander, and rushed towards the hairy crabs.
As soon as the salamander touched the hairy crab, it burst into flames, making a crackling sound, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt feathers.
Neville hurriedly opened the window to let the smell out more quickly.
After the most difficult crucible was over, the rest was just chores, and the two quickly cleaned up.
Rove walked to the locker, and he opened the door.
There are no potion ingredients in the cabinet, but there are more than a dozen old books, as well as many scales, crystal vials, knives and mortars.
Rove rummaged through the pile of old books, and soon saw "Half-Blood Prince" in small print on the back cover of a dilapidated "Advanced Potion Making".
"found it!"
Rove grinned, he pulled out his wand, tapped on the textbook, and whispered:
"Copy double!"
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(Thanks to the three big guys "Maglev Silver Bullet", "Xing Yu Mei" and "Just Love Waking Water" for their rewards.)