novelraw Chapter 77 12th Birthday Gift
Chapter 77 12th Birthday Gift
"Concentrate," Professor Snape's voice came faintly from above Harry's head, without the slightest ups and downs, "Distraction during the potion making process can lead to a big mistake, and your first-year potions class is not dangerous yet Potions. When it comes to senior grades, mistakes in certain steps can even put the lives of those nearby in danger."
This is Harley's surprise Potions class before the start of school - since Uncle Bruce ordered her to go back to school to continue studying when the school starts in September, she needs to make up time to make up lessons during the holidays. The grade is too embarrassing.
"Hey..." Harley couldn't help sighing while preparing the materials for the forgetting potion to be made in this class.
The night before, she had just learned "biological sample separation experiment of DNA evidence extraction at crime scene" with Uncle Bruce, and now she was actually operating a potion full of "metaphysics", which made her feel a little surreal.
"Put sadness aside, too." Professor Snape didn't take his eyes off the "New York Ghost" (a newspaper of American wizards), "Sighing breath can also affect the quality of potions. I don't care that you are sad What, I'll pour you a whole bottle of euphoria if necessary."
"..." Harry didn't speak, but honestly set up the cauldron.
After a few seconds of strange silence, Professor Snape bent the newspaper, showing cold eyes, "Say, what is it that is delaying our Princess Potter from learning potions?"
"I haven't been delayed in learning potions..." Harry replied helplessly. This teacher can't always speak calmly, and he must automatically filter out sarcasm in order to communicate effectively with him. "I'm doing a good job."
The Potions Master's dark eyes were still on her.
"Well, here's the thing—Uncle Bruce won't let me go on night patrol as Robin."
Professor Snape snorted, shook the newspaper, and let go of Harry with a vulture-like gaze, "Mr. Wayne seems to be a Muggle with a brain."
"I disagreed, and then I got into a fight with him, and he wasn't allowed to use magic. He said I could keep wearing the uniform if I won."
"..." The "Ghosts of New York" in the professor's hand trembled visibly with the naked eye.
"In the end, I won. I used magic."
"So why are you bothering to tell me this? Expecting my compliments?" His hands began to squeeze the newspaper tightly, and Harry heard the slight sound of paper tearing.
"Of course not...Didn't the professor ask me why I was bothered just now..." Harry shrugged, "In any case, he was persuaded by me in the end, and I promised him to go back to school..." She frowned, "I'm distressed Yes, now that I think about it, I feel like I was fooled...because the time I can act within a year is only 4 months...well..."
"The question you're worrying about is stupid." Seeing that Harry started operating without even opening the textbook, Snape frowned tightly, "Miss Potter thought it was a stew? Where's the book I gave you?" ? Forgotten Potion is a must test!"
"I've memorized all of "Magic Potions and Potions"*," Harry stopped his hands, "does the professor want to check?"
Snape didn't speak, and Harry memorized it on his own, snapped his fingers, and stared at somewhere far away.
"Forgotten potion operation steps, the first part,
Add 2 drops of Wangchuan river water to the crucible;
Heat slowly for 20 seconds;
Add 2 sprigs of valerian to the cauldron;
Stir clockwise 3 times;
wave a wand;
Boil for 45-60 minutes.
the second part
Grind two standard ingredients, four mistletoe berries, in a mortar and pestle; grind them to a medium-fine powder with a pestle;
Put 2 pinches of crush into the cauldron;
Rotate counterclockwise 5 times;
Wave your wand, done. "
Exactly, word for word.
"Why the endorsement?" Professor Snape's newspaper was turned aside.
"Isn't it supposed to?" Harry blinked innocently.
"...Don't memorize it by rote, this is the lowest skill..."
Before the Potions Professor finished speaking, Harry answered, "I know, you need to master it, but someone like me who has no foundation in potions and grew up in a non-magic environment needs to have a basic foundation in order to master it." Well."
Harry's words made Snape suddenly a little dazed - Lily had also expressed a similar opinion, when they were both in the first grade and they were doing homework together in the library, he had despised the red-haired girl who was reciting books.
"You have talent, yes, Severus. But I can't always rely on your help, I need to build up my own knowledge base." Lily said to him confidently and sincerely.
At this time, a big red bird that suddenly appeared called back his attention—Phoenix Fawkes landed on his desk after a ball of flames, put down a newspaper, and disappeared after a ball of fire .
"My God, it's that phoenix! Headmaster Dumbledore's!" Harry exclaimed, "Phoenixes can deliver letters?"*
"When Dumbledore thinks it's necessary." Snape snorted, guessing that something must have happened to Britain again.
Phoenix Fox sent a copy of the Daily Prophet, and Snape himself subscribed, but the transcontinental delivery service was expensive and slow, and each time he was late for at least half a month.
As soon as he opened the newspaper and saw the headline, he took a quick, indistinct look at Harry—and saw that the girl was still stirring the cauldron with her head bowed before beginning to read.
The most obvious part of the whole headline is a face that Snape is all too familiar with. The Ministry of Magic searched for a year and the whereabouts of Sirius Black is still unknown, and the evidence that he may no longer be in the UK was revealed by reporters. .
The time of Blake's prison escape happened to be around the time when the news of Harley in the United States reached the United Kingdom. Therefore, the reporter hinted in the article that this notorious betrayer may have rushed to the United States to complete his unfinished task 11 years ago—— Kill Harley to serve the Dark Lord. .
The Ministry of Magic's excuse was that they had been busy searching for Blake this year, and they didn't want to make public the progress of the search because they didn't want to scare the snake away.Snape snorted coldly. It was obvious that Fudge was afraid that adding the news that Black had been killed in the United States after the breaking news that Harley was not in the UK would intensify public panic and distrust of the government.
Another reason to stay in Ilvermorny.
"What did the newspaper say?" The Potions Professor had been looking at the newspaper with a gloomy face for a long time, and she couldn't help asking.Harley didn't wear glasses today. In fact, due to daily training, she doesn't watch computer TV very much, and she no longer reads under dim light. Her eyesight has even gradually improved over the past few years.
"It's nothing, it's your potion. Knowing how to memorize it doesn't mean you can operate it." Snape took out his wand and burned the newspaper directly.
"..." The attempt to keep myself from seeing it was too obvious!In all likelihood, it has something to do with me!Harry thought angrily.
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The remedial class ended successfully again, and Harry guessed that Professor Snape must be very strict with other students at school.Although she is not particularly talented, she has never made a big mistake, whether it is in transfiguration or in spells, she can turn a match into a point in the first class-although it has not completely turned into a needle.So although Professor Snape didn't praise her, at least he rarely reprimanded her.
After packing up her things, Harry walked along the empty corridors of Ilvermorny Castle under the leadership of Professor Snape—this place would be filled with little wizards again in a few weeks.
They apparated to an empty corner of Gotham Central Park in the old place, and Harley waved him goodbye-in the mansion, Grandpa Alfred prepared a small birthday party for her, and she turned 12 today.
"Wait a minute." Professor Snape stopped her.
"What?" Harry turned around and looked up.
"..." Snape didn't look at her directly, but turned his head, staring at a tree in the park under the setting sun, "Today...is July 7."
"That's right...that's right..." Harry didn't understand what he was trying to say.
"It's your birthday."
"Uh, yes," Harry said, scratching his hair in embarrassment, "Want to wish me a happy birthday? Well, I appreciate it. Thank you Professor."
The Potions Master nodded, seemingly relieved not to have to say the words "Happy Birthday" himself, and then handed out a small package.
"What is this?" Harry reached out to take it, hesitating whether to open it - because when she started to pull the wrapping paper, Professor Snape's eyes suddenly showed an inexplicable fear.
"...This is a birthday present, what else can it be?" He said flatly, "Of course you may not need it now, and if you don't study hard, you may never need it. This is...your mother's sixth grade Advanced potions textbook..."
"Oh... oh..." Harry was a little incoherent, and suddenly felt heavy in his hand, "There... are her notes on it?"
"There are a lot." Professor Snape stared at the innocent tree again. "That's it. See you next class. Defense Against the Dark Arts. Get rid of your wand like a stick before next class." Move, let me see it one more time, and transcribe "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense"* three times."
Snape was about to turn around, seeing that Harry was still in a daze, "What are you looking at, why don't you go home? Let me see you off?"
"Oh... ok..." she finally came to her senses, "Well... thank you Professor, this is very important to me, I really like this birthday present."
The Potions Professor didn't speak, and after looking left and right, no one was paying attention, he immediately Apparated and disappeared on the spot.
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After thinking about it, Snape decided to pay a private visit to Wayne Manor later in the day. Harley, who had completed the night watch task that day, was already asleep, and Mr. Wayne received him.
The two men looked at each other for a long time, and Snape had that feeling of being evaluated again, as uncomfortable as being stared at by Dumbledore.
"So, you said that there was such a person, who was even Harry's godfather, who betrayed the Potters and betrayed their positions to the Dark Lord; moreover, on the night the Dark Lord disappeared, he killed 12 'mads'." melon', and another friend of the Potters." Bruce, in the shadow of the floor lamp, leaned his face on the side, staring at Snape without blinking, "and he escaped from prison a year ago, and now he has Possibly in America."
Snape nodded, that's all he said just now, why did Wayne take so much trouble to summarize it?
"Excluding the Dark Lord, he is the biggest culprit for the deaths of the Potters. Am I right?"
Wayne's emphasis fell on the "biggest culprit", and Snape lightly clenched his fist.
"You can... so to speak." He didn't nod.
"I have a question, and I hope to get an answer from the professor. After all, we 'Muggles' don't know the whole story of this big case."
Wayne leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands folded, his steel blue eyes staring coldly at Snape, not at all... "asking questions".
"I can hear that you hate him from the way and tone of your blunt statement; but the resentment that should be there is not obvious-at least I can't hear it. This is very contradictory. Do you agree?"
"Blake is the scum of wizards, a... cruel killer, of course I hate him; resentment? I have no personal grudges with him... how can there be resentment."
Snape began to regret his impulsive behavior of coming to Wayne Manor alone.He should just write a letter.
For his answer, Wayne was noncommittal, and leaned back on the rear seat.His eyes were still cautious.
"What's your relationship with Harley's mother?"