Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 391: The victory of the old bat

()"...Next."

Snape handed Sokas's Salamander Blood back to him, and then took the test tube in Helen's hand. The whole process was unremarkable, as if talking about the production of Sokas. The results are not worth mentioning.

"...Professor Snape," Sokas didn't go back to his seat immediately, but couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, the salamander blood that I have processed for enhancement is only'qualified'. Right?"

Snape glanced at him, his face full of impatience, "Why are you still here?"

He wanted to warn again about "No questions in my class", but it seemed to be troublesome to think about it, so he just snorted and put his eyes back on Helen's test tube.

"..." Sokas hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Then, Professor...Is my increase in efficiency not enough?"

Seeing that he didn't plan to go back, Snape frowned, his icy gaze directed towards Sokas.

"Why, do you think you are doing it perfectly?" He looked at Sokas, and said mercilessly, "Keep increasing the magical nature of salamander blood, you are planning to use it to do it What? A vitality tonic or a blood tonic? I said that this is used in an enhancer, right? Do you understand the specific effect of this enhanced salamander blood?"

"Uh..." Sokas was scolded by Snape, making his entire face stiff.

"Helen Schoen, did you do this?" Snape suddenly turned his head, shook the test tube in his hand, and said impatiently, "You tell him that the salamander blood is in the enhancer. Role!"

"Ah...oh..." Helen pursed her lips, then secretly glanced at Hermione below, and then cautiously explained, "In the formula of the enhancer, the role of salamander blood is' Activating the components of the mixture', so the enhancement of salamander blood is not the bigger the better..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Sokas from time to time, as if she was worried about whether her words would cause dissatisfaction.

Seeing her babbling, Snape smacked his tongue impatiently.

"...Go on!"

"Oh..." Helen nodded and said bitterly, "If the salamander's blood increases too much, the final booster will greatly reduce the strength of the user, but it will become A potion with a slight healing effect."

When she had said everything, Hermione in the back seat of the classroom nodded in satisfaction.

"Simply put, it's a waste! A huge waste! Understand?" At this time, Snape knocked on the table and said, "Do you still have any questions about your'qualified' evaluation now? In my opinion, if you increase the effect a little bit, I can downgrade you!"

"...I'm going down." Sokas was startled, and after a sigh, he turned back to his seat and went back.

"So..."

Snape turned his head again, and after a glance at Helen, he suddenly moved his gaze to the back of the classroom.

"Miss Schoen, can you tell me--what kind of evaluation should I make for a test completed with the help of others?"

He said it was to Helen, but his eyes were fixed on Hermione.

No, it's not right... Snape didn't seem to be looking at Hermione, but sitting next to Hermione, looking at Harry at Sokas with inexplicable eyes.

"I...um..." Helen lowered her head slightly and whispered, "I think it should be, no--"

Before she could finish her words, Hermione suddenly raised her hand and met Snape's fierce gaze straight. Of course, it was she who "conceited" to greet her, in fact Snape didn't even look at her.

"Helen did it on her own! No one helped her!" Hermione said loudly.

"Tsk tusk..." Snape smacked his tongue unhappily. "Miss Knowing, put your arm down, I didn't ask you!"

To be honest, Snape didn't want to argue with Hermione at all.

In his impression, there are obviously some unspeakable stories between Hermione and Maca. And it was because of this relationship with Maca that Snape couldn't help but want to avoid having **** with Hermione.

Maca promised him a "godson". Who knows if Hermione will become a "godson" in the future? After all, before Maca really gets married, everything is still unknown!

However, today Hermione seems to be going to die for Helen.

"Professor Snape! I think Helen is not wrong, she deserves an evaluation corresponding to the results!"

"Hmph, then tell me, what exactly is the ratio of this booster salamander blood?" Snape asked with an annoyed look, "Do you think I can't see it? No Mike Ryan's guidance, it is impossible for you, Miss Knowing, to calculate such a high-precision ratio!"

It seemed that between "not to admit defeat in front of Potter's son" and "not to quarrel with the future godson," Snape struggled a few times, and finally chose the former.

"...Do you need me to continue?" Snape asked with a cold face.

Amidst the dazed expressions of all the classmates, Hermione surrendered stubbornly.

"Go back to your seat!" Snape waved his hand at Helen who was stunned, impatiently.

"Ah...uh..." Helen hesitated and asked softly, "Then...Do I need to downgrade?"

"If you want to." Snape glared at her, then ignored her, "...What are you doing all in a daze? The enhancers are all prepared? Wouldn't you speed me up? !"

In the back of the classroom, Ron and Harry both looked at Hermione with doubts on their faces.

"...What happened just now?" Ron said strangely, "You just sat down after Snape said a few words? Isn't this like you?"

"That's right?" Harry also asked, "How can that old bat be sure that you can't do it? No matter how difficult the calculation is, it won't bother you?"

Hermione curled her mouth and scratched her tousled hair in annoyance.

"You don't know—" she explained awkwardly, "I realized that after Snape said that, the precise calculation of the ratio is impossible to calculate based on the contents of the book."

"Why?"

Helen also came back, and when she heard Hermione talking about what had happened, she turned around immediately.

"Because if you want to find a precise calculation method, you must understand the reason why the enhancer was created." Hermione whispered, "Do you know the Raim cattle?"

"Fantastic animals covered in golden fur that looked like giant cows?" Harry recalled. "The Monsters and Their Place of Origin" contained-it was said to be a rare kind of magical animals, but protected magical animals I haven’t talked about them in class..."

"It seems that you have previewed it well." Hermione nodded and said, "The blood of Raim cattle has the effect of boosting power, which can greatly increase the strength of the drinker. But they are too scarce. So there is a potionist who simulates the blood of Riem cattle to create an enhancer."

"But... this is not mentioned in any book!" She seemed to feel frustrated by the incompleteness of the potions books. "The origin of the enhancer is still inferred by Maca. If so Without Maca, I would definitely not be able to infer this based on the formula of the enhancer, let alone use this to improve the accuracy of the ratio calculation."

"...Maybe Maca was researched with Snape!" Ron subconsciously said what he was thinking, and Hermione couldn't help but feel even more frustrated.

Ron’s guess is likely to be swayed, because he had already told Hermione this "little story" when Maca was still at Hogwarts.

"So, what is the relationship between you and Professor McLean?" Helen asked enthusiastically, "According to what you said, isn't he very good?"

"Of course it's amazing!" Ron nodded repeatedly, "Otherwise how could he become a professor at Hogwarts at this age?"

"Yeah!" When she mentioned Maca, Hermione regained her spirit, "Helen, don't you know? Maca is just as old as us. If you came two years earlier, you could also He has become a classmate!"

"Huh?" Helen said in surprise, "Really?"

"Of course it's true..." Harry said with some emotion, "You know, you have missed a lot!"

"...what did you miss?"

Harry raised his head suddenly when he heard the cold voice suddenly inserted in the conversation, and happened to meet Snape's secretly mocking eyes.

The eyes of the two crossed briefly, and Harry quickly lowered his head to focus on his cauldron. However, the liquid inside had already condensed into a muddy jelly, exuding a pungent smell like burnt rubber.

"Our Mr. Potter~IndoMTL.com~ is another zero score." Snape waved his wand and completely emptied Harry’s crucible. Note clearly where you are going and why you are wrong, and leave it to me in the next class-do you understand?"

"Understood." Harry sighed and replied angrily.

In addition to this extra article, Snape will definitely assign homework before get out of class is over—he has never missed an opportunity to assign homework.

Plus the Quidditch team training this evening, and the next potions lesson will be the day after tomorrow. This means that he might have to stay up for two consecutive nights again!

"...Also, chat during class time, right?" Snape raised his chin and squinted, making no secret of his dislike of Harry. "It seems that you still need to study the school rules--Glan Fendor, another ten is deducted."

Harry couldn't help sighing hard as Snape suddenly turned around and strode away like a wind.

"This class today is terrible!"