After this ambiguous exclamation, Snape continued to call the roll.
Finally, when it was Tom's turn, Snape gave him a death stare with a hollow and deep look in his eyes. Tom smiled at the financier in a friendly manner.
With a slight snort, Snape closed the roll call.
"You are here to learn a precise and rigorous craft."
Snape's voice was very soft, but everyone could hear every word he said clearly. "You don't have to wave your wand foolishly here, or even doubt whether it is magic.
I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the white smoke coming out of the crucible and the bursts of fragrance wafting out, nor do I think you understand the wonderful magic of the blood vessels that bleed and make people yearn for it."
"I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create glory, and even prevent death - but there must be a prerequisite. You are not the kind of fools I often meet."
After the opening remarks, the whole class fell silent. Harry and Ronald fidgeted, Hermione leaned forward, and there were many people like her, all of whom seemed to be concentrating their attention to prove that they were not the fools that Snape had described them as.
"Potter!"
Snape looked at the bewildered Harry with a sharp gaze. "What would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion?"
Honestly, every word here...well, Harry didn't even know the word for wormwood, let alone the answer.
He could only look to Ronald for help.
What made Harry sad was that Ronald avoided his gaze guiltily, shrank back, and tried his best to reduce his presence.
On the other hand, Hermione, who was not far from them, had already raised her hand high, but Snape only had eyes for 'Potter' at this moment and completely ignored her.
"I don't know, Professor," Harry could only bite the bullet and say.
Snape curled his lips, "Tsk, it seems that fame is not everything."
Malfoy snickered again. Seeing Potter being humiliated was even more satisfying than being praised by the professor.
"Let's try this again, Potter," Snape said slowly. "If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"
"I don't know, Professor." Harry's eyes were full of clarity and ignorance that had not been polluted by the world. "What is a bezoar?"
"I was the one asking the question, not asking you to ask me. Gryffindor will deduct one point."
Snape glared at him. "Let's make it even simpler. What's the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum chamaejasme?"
"Ms. Granger, I advise you to sit still."
Hermione couldn't help wanting to stand up, but Snape pushed her back on the chair.
Harry said numbly, "Professor, I still don't know."
Snape sighed, looking very disappointed with Mr. Savior. Suddenly, he changed the subject: "Riddle, you look so relaxed, you must know the answer, right?"
"Then you tell me what you get when you add powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood."
Tom was not surprised at all. After the tough fight that day, he had expected this scene.
Under Hermione's envious gaze, Tom stood up and told the answer:
"Asphodel, also known as yellow sunflower orchid, is a plant of the lily family. In Greek legend, it is a flower of the underworld. It grows on the golden spike plain and symbolizes the desolate land where the dead live."
"In the Victorian era, the use of flowers to convey emotions was very popular, and the flower language of daffodils was 'My regrets are buried with you'."
"The flower language of wormwood also includes bitterness and regret."
"From this question, we can learn that the questioner expressed his deep regret and apology for a person who has the pure nature of daffodils and the elegance of lilies through the wonderful flower language metaphor. Or, is that person's name LiLy?"
Oink oink——!
The entire class, including Harry, looked at Snape with confusion and bewilderment in their eyes.
This question...is explained like this? !
Especially Harry, Lily...isn't that his mother's name?
Snape wants to apologize to his mother?
Why?
Snape himself took two steps back in shock, looking at Tom in disbelief.
I asked you to answer the questions, not to do any reading comprehension!
The most important thing is that Riddle was like a f*****g ghost. The reading comprehension test exposed his entire personality, and his little thoughts were revealed clearly.
That's right, Snape was taking this opportunity to express something that he couldn't and would not be able to say.
Otherwise, if he wanted to embarrass a stupid newbie like Potter, he wouldn't have used the question of Water of Life and Death, which was only learned by sixth graders, as a test.
Any first year could render stupid Potter speechless.
Damn Tom Riddle, this is the second time, the second time he's stabbed in the heart!
Snape was roaring in his heart, his expression getting colder, "Riddle! I'm asking what potion I can get by mixing these two ingredients!"
"If you don't know, just say you don't know. Don't talk nonsense here!"
"Oh, is that what you mean, Professor?"
Tom looked as if he had just realized that this was a Potions class, not a Huxia class. "When the two ingredients are combined in the right proportion, they will produce a powerful sleeping potion - the Water of Life and Death.
The author of the question expressed his own painful feelings of living a life worse than death through the name of the potion, which further sublimated the topic."
puff--!
Here we go again!
He comes again!
Snape was going crazy. He finally couldn't keep his calm and yelled at Tom. "Sit down! Sit down!"
Tom sat back in his seat with an innocent look on his face, and Daphne was stunned.
How could answering a question make the professor so angry? Tom even answered such a difficult question, shouldn't the professor be happy?
The young wizards looked at Harry, then at Tom, and finally at Snape.
"What are you looking at me for! Is there an answer on my face?"
Snape growled, "Why don't you write down the answers and wait for me to shove them into your heads?"
The young wizards shuddered all over and quickly bent over their desks to take notes, but when Snape saw the notes written by Notch in the front row, he almost fainted from anger.
"Why are you memorizing Riddle's nonsense? I told you to memorize the formula!!"
"You guys are truly the worst class I've ever taught!"