Chapter 200 He took four months’ leave!!

Ron spoke loudly, he was very confident in himself now.

In his first and second years, Harry still didn't think he could beat Malfoy.

But now I can fight easily, if I hadn't been careless and didn't dodge

"Are you in a bad mood?" Hermione put down her book, moved the bench, and sat closer to Harry. "Did you find nothing after you went there?"

There were other people in the lounge, so Harry lowered his voice: "It's not like I didn't find anything. I have a little surprise that can solve some troubles."

Hermione nodded and moved closer.

It was quiet again by the fireplace, and they looked through the books. Ron applied the plaster and retreated to the table to continue working on his homework.

Occasionally, a few sparks burst out, and Crookshanks chased and played with them. He did not continue to play with the Sorting Hat. Now the hat cannot speak, is motionless, and has no meaning at all. If the hat cannot speak, it will lose its role as a cat.

The meaning of scratching board.

Harry was very busy during the Christmas holidays.

I'm on my way to class every day.

But it was very fruitful.

Professor McGonagall was more severe - although her severity was not as severe as Harry's supervision of herself. Professor Sprout began to teach him how to use some more dangerous magical plants, the kind that are more dangerous than biting cabbage.

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Professor Flitwick was immersed in studying the sigil. He had not yet understood the principle of this gesture magic. He was eager to find out. Even if he could not use it himself, it would be good to develop a few more gesture spells for Harry.

Professor Moody was exposed to this kind of "extracurricular confinement" for the first time, and he seemed a little uncomfortable with it.

In terms of ability, he was slightly inferior to the dean. He could only tell Harry the experience he had accumulated over the years on how to deal with dark wizards. This was very useful. Harry listened carefully. By the way, he also told Hermione and Ron.

Everyone shouted.

This kind of knowledge that is not beyond the scope is completely within the scope of their learning and mastery.

The confinement with Professor Snape was the most useful to Harry after Professor Dumbledore.

The "Blizzard Potion" that Harry had been dreaming of was finally researched.

Using the elixir of blessing as a template, the egg of the fire-ash snake, the blood of the phoenix, and the blood of the unicorn as the core materials, extract the essence, and cook up such a pot of potion.

The effect is terrible.

Snape tested the drug on a white mouse, released Crookshanks, Hedwig, and Bowes, and the three cats besieged the mouse together, and failed to catch it for fifteen minutes - and the reason why there was "

The time limit of "fifteen minutes" is because after such a short period of time, the mouse will be burned into an idiot, its brain will be damaged, and it will stand stupidly like a vegetative state.

This is a very terrible potion.

Snape hesitated again and again before letting Harry try it. He watched the whole process until the effect of the drug was over. He was relieved when he was sure that Harry's heartbeat only became slightly faster, his face looked a little ferocious, and he was not as fragile as a white mouse.

The surprise is not just a bottle of magic potion.

And "Swallow".

The favorites of demon hunters are restoration potions such as "Swallow" and "Oriole". After all, they only have one life.

"Swallow" is a magic potion that will continue to heal wounds on the body after being taken. It can even ensure that the wounds will not tear during battle. Unless it is hit again, it can continue to heal the wounds.

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Snape is a very powerful Potions Master.

Not only did he recreate the effect of the "swallow", he even incorporated the effect of the oriole.

The tears of the phoenix, the extract of the mandrake, and the blood of the unicorn were boiled starting at midnight at the full moon, until a golden potion was brewed at noon the next day.

This was just fine for Harry.

But, for ordinary creatures, this is still a bottle of poison.

Snape still used a white mouse for experiments. After disembowelling it, he fed it a drop of swallow. In just ten minutes, its cut internal organs and dissected belly healed quickly, but this did not

At the end, the potion continued to take effect, and granules grew from its body. Half an hour later, when the effect of the potion ended, the mouse grew into a fist-sized meat ball, rolled around on the table, and let out a burst of vitality.

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It is still a potion that only works on Harry and is ineffective on ordinary people.

"You now have three super-standard potions in your hands." After the day's supplementary class, Snape looked at the two bottles of potions on the table. "With your current body, within an hour, at most, you can

Take two bottles.”

"I know very well." Harry agreed.

Snape sneered and waved his empty sleeves: "Mr. Potter, I have endured this for a day. Now please leave quickly. I have to"

"Professor, I have one more request." Harry interrupted him and spoke softly.

Snape was startled.

Harry took out a piece of parchment from the Sorting Hat and placed it on the table: "It's a potion recipe, but I'm not sure if it works. I need your help to correct it."

Snape reached out and picked it up, and after just one glance, his eyes immediately became sharp and full of anger. He squeezed out a few words from his throat: "Potter! If you don't want your brain, give it to Dumbledore instead of just giving it to Dumbledore."

Such a waste!"

"What do you want to do?"

"Want to fulfill that wish for the Dark Lord before he kills you?"

"Or is it that the blood of the Potter family has finally tainted you and your mind has become empty?"

Snape dropped the paper.

What is written on it is too deviant. The heart, blood, and eyes of the fire dragon are directly boiled into the potion without any extraction or purification steps, and things such as Acromantula venom are also added.

The poison is so great that it is even more toxic than the three bottles of potion made before combined.

Harry said calmly: "Professor, I am very self-aware."

"Fire dragon is such a good material, we can't just waste it like this."

Snape said coldly: "What you do is a waste."

"Only by doing this can we maximize the medicinal properties of the fire dragon." Harry said firmly.

There are two types of potions commonly used by witchers.

One is a magic potion, which has low toxicity and a short effective time, usually lasting only thirty to forty minutes.

The other is decoction, which takes a long time to take effect, basically in "days". The price is that it is very toxic.

The formula he gave Snape was a kind of decoction, but it was different from any other decoction he had taken before - after all, in this world, he couldn't get those ingredients, so he could only settle for the second best, decoction.

Use the medicine formula as a model and explore it yourself.

Snape took a deep breath and resisted the urge to pull out his wand: "Potter is still Potter after all!"

"Thank you, Professor." Harry heard what he meant, nodded his thanks, and stood up to leave.

Snape pulled out his wand and waved it lightly, causing the chair to fly away and block the door.

"Professor?" Harry turned around.

Snape's voice was extremely cold: "Materials, leave the materials. No matter how great a potions master you are, if you don't have the materials in your hand, you can't get any results by just calculating on the parchment."

"Professor, you can be more straightforward." Harry tapped his wand lightly, and a bunch of bottles and jars flew out of the Sorting Hat and landed gently on the table. "Don't worry, I won't be that stupid.

So he stuffed things into his mouth that he couldn't understand."

Snape sneered: "Potter, I don't see how sensible you are."

Harry was about to open the door and walk out when his steps suddenly stopped: "By the way, Professor, where is Karkaroff?"

"There is no news." Snape's face turned dark. "He is just a coward, a coward, a garbage that is still alive but has a rotting corpse. Damn it, he hasn't made up his mind yet."

He was a little anxious and stared at the fresh fire dragon heart in a bottle on the table.

"Where are the other Death Eaters?" Harry asked again.

Snape sneered: "Do you think that my brain was poached and eaten by a troll like you? I have contacted you before, but the people I contacted may not have received any news. They feel that the mark is getting stronger and stronger, and they also

I’m getting more and more frightened.”

"Those who I thought were qualified to know these things have no information."

As he spoke, he paused.

"Remember Corban Yaxley?" Snape asked.

Harry nodded.

On the day of the Yule Ball, Snape said that he was one of the three people given power by Voldemort and qualified to mobilize other Death Eaters.

"I suspect it was him." Snape gritted his teeth. "He is now working as an errand at the Ministry of Magic, but I can't contact him! There is no worse place in the world than the Ministry of Magic. An employee can't use his body just to

I took four months off just because I felt comfortable!”

"It's been four months, and his department hasn't had any problems yet!"
To be continued...