Hogwarts Asylum

In the Potions classroom.

After a lot of hard work, the little wizards finally brewed their own potion.

At this time, all the little wizards had a bottle of potion placed in front of them. Those with relaxed expressions had either emerald green potions in front of them, or dark brown potions, and some had silver-gray potions.

And a few people still had a bitter look on their faces, as if they were mourning more than they were dying. Without exception, what they had in front of them was black paste.

But regardless of whether they succeeded or failed, there was a bezoar next to their medicine bottles, except for Hermione who had already made the bezoar into a potion.

In the classroom, Harry glanced at Ron. He didn't know what went wrong just now. Although Ron's cauldron did not explode, the potion he poured out was also black and mushy.

Harry looked at Snape on the podium again. Snape looked around the classroom, stopped at Harry, and then looked at Ron.

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling. He seemed to see the corner of Snape's mouth curl up.

Sure enough, the next moment Snape said: "Everyone will exchange their potions with those at the table."

At this time, everyone in the classroom had a sad face, except for those who failed on their own but succeeded at the same table. They were smiling happily and exchanged the black goop in front of them with the potion at the same table with lightning speed. For a moment, he only gave his deskmate a look of "you wish for it".

"Don't worry Harry." Ron whispered. He was very confident in the potion he brewed, even if it looked like a black mess that was a complete failure.

Harry's face was tense, and he wanted to say, "How can you reassure me?" But Snape's eyes remained here, and he didn't want to be deducted any more points.

Soon Snape withdrew his gaze and walked down the stage, starting to comment on everyone's potions one by one.

"Add the locust juice first, then add the valerian?"

Snape opened a bottle of dark green potion, and he could tell the steps to make the potion with a slight sniff, "Excessive amount of leech juice, failed product."

"The moonstone powder is not ground finely, so it is a failure."

"The grass roots of valerian will only reduce the effectiveness of valerian. It is a failure."

"..."

In the eyes of the young wizards, his potion was extremely successful, so Snape was undoubtedly making things difficult for them.

As Snape criticized him one by one, Harry became more and more numb. Finally, Snape stopped next to Harry.

"Added locust juice and moonstone powder?"

Snape looked at the silver-grey bottle of potion in front of Ron, chuckled, and said nothing.

But Harry always felt that Snape was laughing, which made him a little embarrassed.

"What is this? Do you think you are tired of living?" Snape looked at the darkness in front of Harry and said to Ron.

Snape picked up the dark potion bottle and brought it to his nose. A stench suddenly hit his nostrils.

Snee frowned, and then sneered: "What were you thinking about when you were stirring the potion? Imagine you were going to dance with the troll when you became stronger?"

Ron blushed, hemmed and hawed, and said nothing. When he heard Snape talking about finding a troll to join everyone in class, he was indeed distracted by imagining the troll sitting in the classroom and acting funny. look.

Snape glanced at Harry and went to the next table without saying anything, but Harry always felt that Snape's eyes were complicated, like sympathy and wishing him good luck.

When Snape walked up to Seamus, Draco lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look directly at Snape, for fear that Snape would remember that he was absent from the last class.

Unlike Draco's imagination, Snape just glanced at him, then picked up the emerald green potion in front of Seamus and smelled it.

Putting down the potion, Snape didn't comment at all, and just looked at the black mess in the small bowl in front of Draco.

Snape was very impressed by Seamus Finnigan, a first-year Gryffindor. In other words, Snape was deeply impressed by Simon's ability to explode the cauldron no matter what potion he brewed. This little boy just now The wizard did not blow up the cauldron, which surprised Snape, but looking at the black ash still remaining on his hair, Snape knew that one of his three previous experiments must have exploded.

Snape picked up the bowl of black goo and put it close to his nose, feeling a sweet smell rush to his forehead.

Snape frowned again and said, "Did you add sugar?"

"Yes." Seamus said grimly.

"Did you do it on purpose or accidentally?"

"On purpose, I wanted to try to see if I could make the potion taste better."

"Where did you get the sugar?"

"Collected it at last night's banquet."

"In addition to the basic ingredients and locust juice, only sugar is added?"

"Yes, Professor, sugar can be considered an additional material, right?" Seamus said confidently.

Snape looked at Seamus as if he were looking at a fool. He sneered, took out a thumb-sized bezoar from his pocket, and placed it gently on the table, matching the one that Draco already had. Bezoars are placed side by side.

That movement, that look, without Snape saying anything, Draco knew that he might be in trouble.

Seeing Snape's action, Seamus blushed as red as Ron.

Snape checked the potions in front of each little wizard one by one, and soon reached the other end of the classroom. Harry always felt that Snape hoped that those failed potions would poison everyone.

Looking at the bottle of dark brown paste in front of Neville and looking at Hermione's table, Snape frowned. If possible, Snape wanted to ask Dumbledore who he was. How did you recruit students? Why are the first-year students in this class full of fantastic ideas who consume the fecal stones used to prevent poisoning in Potions class? This is something that a little wizard with a normal mind can do?

Returning to the podium, Snape looked around and said, "Thinking wildly? Adding sugar to the potion? Consuming the life-saving bezoar? Haha——"

Snape sneered and continued: "Go ahead and drink the potion from your 'dear' deskmate who is only slightly smarter than the troll."

After Snape finished speaking, he stood there with his arms folded, his eyes moving back and forth on Harry, Draco and Neville, as if waiting for a good show.

The little wizards present did not rush to grab the potion and pour it into their mouths. Although they had been taking potions class for two months, this was their first time drinking potion.

Especially those little wizards whose magic potion is black paste. They don't want to know whether their classmates want to commit suicide.

Harry held the potion bottle and glared at Ron. Ron pursed his lips, lowered his head in shame, and drank the potion made by Harry in one gulp.

Seeing this, Harry took a deep breath, then held his breath, closed his eyes, poured the black paste Ron made into his mouth, and swallowed it with difficulty.

"Ugh—" Harry retched, and Ron, who was experiencing the sudden increase in strength, quickly picked up a feces stone, opened Harry's mouth and stuffed it in.

On the other side, Draco looked at the two bezoars in front of him and sighed.

"How about..." Seamus said hesitantly, "We return it secretly? I made the potion myself and I use it myself."

"Huh -" Draco picked up the bowl with the black goo, "No, I'm also curious about whether the potion can be seasoned."

As he spoke, Draco raised his head and poured the black paste into his mouth.

The first thing he tasted was undoubtedly sweet, followed by a fishy smell, which was the smell of leech juice. After the fishy smell passed, Draco suddenly felt a numbness in his arm.

Looking down, he saw horizontal stripes starting to appear on his arms. Draco recognized these stripes. They were the same stripes on the locusts that had been squeezed into juice.

"Ahem -" Seamus coughed heavily. He looked at Draco, who also had streaks on his face. If Draco hadn't made the "magic potion" that he had eaten, he would have laughed. Speak up.

"I also have stripes on my face?" Draco looked at Seamus' strange expression and touched his face.

Seamus nodded and asked with concern: "How do you feel? Is it uncomfortable?"

Draco clenched his fists, and a surge of strength continued to emerge. He shook his head and said, "It doesn't feel bad, but it doesn't feel too good either."

"That..." Seamus glanced at Snape on the podium and lowered his voice, "Why did he leave a bezoar for you? I thought the potion I made was highly poisonous..."

"Maybe he just wants to scare..." Draco said, suddenly feeling a twitching in his abdomen, his expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly rummaged in the drawer.

"What's wrong!" Simo panicked, "What are you looking for..."

"Paper! Is there any paper?" Draco clamped his legs and shouted in a low voice.

"Quick, eat the bezoar first -" Seamus hurriedly put his bezoar and the two bezoars on Draco's table together and handed them to Draco.

On the other end, under Hermione's confident eyes, Neville was holding the bezoar in one hand and the bottle in the other, pouring the dark brown ointment into his mouth with his eyes closed.

The ointment was surprisingly tasteless, and just like what was written in the textbook, Neville felt that he was now strong enough to fight off a group of goblins by himself. This feeling was really good. Maybe he should make a bottle during the Christmas holiday. , and then help grandma clean up the group of goblins that like to roam around in the backyard.

"Well, I'll just say it's okay." Hermione said quietly and proudly.

"I feel a little itchy on my left hand..." Neville said angrily, raising his right hand to scratch it.

"Don't..." Hermione only had time to say before she saw Neville squash her left arm.

"Ah -" Neville cried out in horror.

Snape, who was watching Harry rubbing his chin and complaining about Ron, heard the voice and walked quickly down the stage to Neville's desk.

"Extend your hand," Snape said coldly, taking Neville's arm and squeezing it.

Neville also realized at this time that he did not feel any pain.

Under Hermione's concerned gaze, Neville's arm was like plasticine, and after being rubbed into its original shape, Snape said "Don't move" and left.

After Snape left, Hermione patted her chest, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Fortunately, when I was adding the leech juice, I imagined that I could change my shape at will like a leech."

……

In the school hospital, shortly after Ou Luolin put down the black book, he saw a white afterimage flying in.

"M-Xue-er-" Catherine threw herself at the hospital bed and hugged Orolin, crying, "I almost thought you wouldn't wake up-"

Eurolin patted Catherine's head helplessly and said, "Hurry up, if Madam Pomfrey sees you, you will definitely be kicked out of the school hospital."

However, before Catherine could get up, a coughing sound reached Orolin's ears.

"Ahem——" Madam Pomfrey looked at Catherine with a straight face.

Catherine immediately turned and hugged Madam Pomfrey.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, you are so powerful. If it weren't for you Balabala..." Catherine tried her best to say nice things.

"Okay, okay." Madam Pomfrey took off Catherine, "Don't stay in the ward for too long, it won't happen next time."

After Madam Pomfrey left, Catherine turned to Orolin and grinned.

"Did you send me to the school hospital?" Oluolin asked softly.

Catherine moved a chair and sat next to the hospital bed and said: "Just now I thought you were asleep with your eyes open, but you didn't respond when I called you. I was scared. Fortunately, the little old professor went to find Whitebeard." Old man, and then Madam Pomfrey called for the black-haired uncle..."

Catherine recounted in detail what happened to Eurolin at the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and what she saw later in the school hospital.

When Catherine talked about Dumbledore and Flitwick's subconscious evaluation of Oralin, she carefully glanced at Oralin's expression. Seeing that Oralin didn't have any strange reaction, Catherine asked: "Michelle Son...you don't believe in magic?"

"Me?" Eurolin chuckled, "Of course I believe in magic, it's just a trap."

"Oh..." Catherine nodded, "The black-haired man is indeed your best friend. When he first came here, he said it was a trap so that he could understand you better."

O'Loughlin rolled his eyes. He didn't want to take up this topic.

"You didn't do anything to me when I lost consciousness, right?" O'Loughlin asked casually.

"No... of course not..." Catherine looked at the floor with a guilty conscience, "By the way... by the way, why did you suddenly become like this..."

"Has anyone told you that your way of changing the subject is very stiff?" Looking at Catherine's actions, O'Loughlin said with a straight face, "Look into my eyes and answer my question again. .”

"What, you must be hungry? I'll go to the auditorium to get you something to eat..." Catherine suddenly stood up and said.

"This issue is very important to me." O'Loughlin looked at Catherine and said seriously.

Oralin didn't want to doubt Catherine, not to mention that Kodos Dorez did not have any teachings on psychic magic, Catherine had not learned any related magic, and had no motive, and according to the descriptions of Catherine and Madam Pomfrey, Nothing strange seems to have happened.

But magic is sometimes so inexplicable. Maybe Catherine did something to herself unintentionally, causing Sauron and Gandalf to disappear. Just like her saying "ordinary people" caused the psychological defense line she built to almost break. Irreversible vulnerability.