Chapter 29 Stealing Potion Ingredients

On Thursday, Cyrus waited for Harry's Potions class. ₆₉ₛₕᵤₓ.cₒₘ

The light in the Potions classroom was very dark. This classroom was originally underground, and Snape would close all the windows tightly every time he came in. If there weren't a few torches in the classroom, maybe there wouldn't be any light at all. Out of sight.

But this cannot be blamed on Snape's inner darkness - although this is the case - most potions cannot see strong light, and strong light usually causes potions to fail.

Cyrus, wearing an invisibility cloak, slowly followed Harry and walked in with the crowd.

While Harry walked through the dense crowd of tables to reach his own cauldron, Cyrus continued forward until he reached the corner of the podium, where there was a wooden door behind which was Snape's office.

Snape seemed to be carrying the wind as he walked, his wizard robes fluttering up and down like the wings of a giant bat. After he entered the classroom, he first glanced at all the students with a sharp look, and then looked at Harry He stayed on his body for a few seconds, let out a sneer, and then said:

"Today - let's refine the swelling potion -"

"I hope each of you has a sound mind to understand the steps in the textbook. The potion can't be too thick or too thin, otherwise -" He smiled coldly and looked at Gryffindor. The little wizards, especially Neville, Seamus and Harry, stayed for a long time, "If there is an accident, it depends on whether I am happy to give you anti-swelling potion or not!"

In fact, Harry's talent for potions was not bad, but what was worse was that Neville and Seamus were on the table to his right.

Putting these two little chicks together, every time there is no accident in Potions class, it will be on the news, and when Neville is in a hurry, it will inevitably affect Harry. Even if not, Snape can follow Neville's instructions. Deduct points from Harry for poor performance.

Why didn't you help Neville when you were sitting so close?

There is no unity and friendship at all. Ten points from Gryffindor!

Dare you help Neville? Do you think your potion refining is excellent?

Ten points from Gryffindor!

Snape's words aroused a lot of dissatisfaction. He was simply naming names and saying that he would no longer treat Gryffindor, but no one dared to say anything. Only the Slytherin snakes felt the dean's favor, and they all laughed in low voices.

Eventually, Snape himself broke the silence.

"Now, why don't you start?"

Neville immediately started operating in a panic.

"What should I add first?" His round face turned red, and his hands holding the materials kept shaking.

"You should grind the herbs into powder first, it says in the book." Harry whispered. But he immediately regretted it. If he hadn't said anything, it might have been easier to cause a commotion.

Snape immediately spoke sternly: "No whispering!"

Then, he walked towards Neville's table. Neville, who was already flustered and nervous, now had a completely blank mind. Cyrus even doubted whether he could even "crush" the "herbs" and "pulverize them into powder". I have forgotten what these two sentences mean in English.

Now, Snape started to find trouble to bully Neville. Cyrus simply picked up his wand and fired a spark into Crabbe's cauldron.

Then Crabbe's potion exploded and showered the entire class. Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swelling potion. Malfoy was doused in the face and his nose swelled up like a balloon; Crabbe stumbled around with his hands over his eyes, his eyes swollen as big as lunch plates.

The classroom suddenly became chaotic, miserable screams continued one after another, and Snape roared loudly: "Quiet! Quiet!"

Cyrus almost thought he was exposed.

Glancing up, he realized that Snape's vicious gaze was on Harry and his group, obviously suspicious of them. Then he walked towards Snape's office with confidence. When passing Malfoy, he even picked out a few strands of hair.

Malfoy screamed even louder.

"Students who were splashed by the potion came to me to get anti-swelling medicine. When I find out who did it..."

Cyrus didn't hear the next words, having slipped into Snape's office.

"The horn of a bicorn, the skin of an African tree snake—" He raised his wand, and the tip of the wand lit up. With the faint light, a whole wall of bottles and cans appeared in front of Cyrus' eyes. .

"Snape has so many good things."

Cyrus was not polite. In addition to the two materials, he also took out other useful materials. Most of them are materials that can be used to replenish a person's life energy. He wasn't worried at all about the possibility of being discovered by Snape. So what if he was discovered?

Not knowing who the real thief was, he had no choice but to report it to Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had long known that "he" or that there was a ghost of Voldemort causing trouble. Although he has not yet figured out whether it is Voldemort himself who controls all this, or his Horcrux, or just an evil spell or prop.

But no matter what, he chose to wait and see, choosing the fateful enemy hand-picked by Voldemort himself to fight against.

Since a miracle had happened eleven years ago, and Harry Potter had also repelled Voldemort last semester, no matter how weak Voldemort was at that time, it was impossible for a first-year wizard to fight against him. But the result ended with Quirrell's death.

In this case, Dumbledore believed that this time, Harry Potter might be able to defeat Voldemort's conspiracy again.

And from Quirrell's miserable condition last semester, it can be seen that Tom Riddle's possession alone would consume a person's life. If he didn't replenish some energy, Ginny Weasley's life would be in danger.

Although Dumbledore was not in a hurry to stop himself, he would not want to see an innocent little wizard die.

Cyrus took advantage of this and dared to take Snape's potion so unscrupulously.

When he put away the potion and quietly slipped out of the office, Snape had already applied detumescent agent to all the students who were injured by the swelling potion. At this time, he was standing in front of Crabbe's crucible, bowing his head and thinking.

"Hmph, a weak spark--" His gloomy eyes swept over all the little wizards, and finally stopped at Harry and the others.

"Smart little tricks! Using spells is your downfall!"

"Harry Pot--t, why don't you take out your wand so I can check what spells you cast?"