It was obvious that Harry, who had no knowledge, could not answer Professor Snape's question.
After all, this was his first time coming into contact with matters related to potions. Perhaps even some pure-blooded Magi might not be able to answer.
"Professor, I didn't know!"
There was a pause, then Harry answered directly.
Hermione, who was sitting beside Lorne, was still raising her hand. Lorne saw this and grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her down.
If he kept holding it high, Gryffindor would probably deduct more points.
After all, there was no way they could get involved in the matter between Snape and Harry Potter.
"Why didn't you call me?"
Hermione pouted and lowered her head to whisper to Lorne.
"Maybe Professor Snape just wanted to talk to Harry?”
Lorne replied.
At this moment, Hermione finally realized that something was wrong, because until now, her small hand was still held by Lorne.
The warmth from the back of her hand made her blush, but Hermione did not choose to struggle free. She lowered her head and tried not to let others notice anything unusual.
"Very well, then if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?”
This was a classic question. Any young wizard with some common sense would know the answer, but it was obvious that Harry did not have this kind of common sense.
He lowered his head even further.
"I don't know, Professor,"
"What's the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
Snape's cold eyes stared at Harry Potter as he lowered his head. His soft voice sounded like the cry of a demon to Harry.
"I don't know, sir."
Harry was so red he couldn't answer.
"Why do I get the feeling Professor Snape is targeting Harry?”
Hermione looked at the two hands that were clasped together and asked Lorne with red ears.
After all, she had met Professor Snape in Diagon Alley before. At that time, Professor Snape looked cold, but he was still a good person.
Professor Snape could answer many questions.
But now, it was completely different from being in Diagon Alley.
"Well... I don't know, but I'm sure Professor Snape is a good man.”
Lorne pondered for a moment and did not know how to explain it to Hermione. After all, this matter was indeed quite complicated.
Snape had been given a face-to-face CPR, and now he had to teach the son of the man he hated the most and the woman he liked the most.
Lorne could understand how Snape seemed to be indifferent to Harry.
"Your brain is empty.”
"It seems that reputation is not everything, right? Mr. Potter."
The cold voice was like a sharp thorn that stabbed into Harry's body. Then Snape turned to look at Lorne and said,"Lorne Geralt, answer these three questions.”
"Of course, Professor."
Under Hermione's complicated gaze, Lorne let go of his little hand and stood up calmly.
Harry had already returned to his seat, and Ron was still comforting him in a whisper.
"The powder of narcissus root and muggrass can be mixed together to make a very powerful sleeping pill, the Life and Death Water.”
" If it's a bezoar, look for it in the stomach of a goat. It's an antidote."
"The two types of aconites are the same plant, so they are collectively called aconites.”
Fortunately, he had reviewed the potion materials in advance, so these questions could be considered basic.
Lorne's smooth answer made Snape nod in satisfaction.
"Looks like you studied hard during the holidays.”
"Alright, let's start the class now.”
It was also the first class of Potions class. It was all about theoretical knowledge. Hermione, who was at the side, was writing furiously and memorizing a large sheet of notes. Lorne, on the other hand, could not be lazy under Snape's occasional gaze.
It was time for class to end again. Today was the day when the owl delivered the letter, so everyone came to the dining room in an orderly manner and waited for the owl to arrive.
Lorne did not return to the long table belonging to Slytherin. Instead, he followed Hermione to the long table belonging to Gryffindor.
"Good afternoon, Harry,"
Lorne smiled and nodded at Harry, then followed Hermione to sit next to Harry.
"Hey, I thought you were a Slytherin?”
Ron, who had an impression of Lorne, asked curiously.
"Yes, but the rules don't say you have to be in Slytherin.”
Lorne said indifferently.
In his opinion, it was the same no matter where he sat. Moreover, there were many pure-blooded young Magi on the snake's side who were arrogant and annoying.
Bang!
At this moment, an explosion startled them.
He saw a little boy holding a wand with a charred face. The cup in front of him had exploded.
"He was going to turn the water in the cup into black tea.”Ron, on the other hand, knew the whole story."It worked this morning.”
Soon, with a crisp cry, a large number of owls carrying letters flew in from the window.
Lorne and Harry, who were alone, naturally did not have any letters.
Seeing this, Hermione seemed to have thought of something, but she pursed her lips and didn't ask.
"Well, Lorne, you don't have any letters either?”
Harry asked curiously when he saw that Lorne did not bring any letters with him.
"I'm an orphan."
The words silenced the crowd for a moment, and Harry opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
After all, he still had his aunt, even though he hated that family.
However, compared to him, Lorne had nothing.
Harry couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic.
He really didn't think that he would have a day where he would sympathize with others.
Ron was also quite surprised because he thought Lorne was a noble from the Muggle world when he saw Lorne's various polite occasions.
"Why are you all looking at me like that? I inherited a large inheritance and even have my own house. I'm living a good life, right?”
Lorne said helplessly.
After all, he had memories of his previous life. If he really had parents, he would definitely be uncomfortable for a few years.
"Lorne..."
Hermione held the letter in her hand, looked at Lorne's helpless side profile, and called out softly.
"What's wrong?" Lorne turned around.
"No, it's nothing."
(I just watched the movie once and forgot most of the details. I also asked for reviews, flowers, and everything.)）
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