Hogwarts: I have the Kamui Sharingan

Chapter 122 Give the French a little shock

The departure time is set for this weekend, and the professors have reserved a day for the first-year wizard to pack his things. After all, this exchange will last three months.

Zhang Xun had just finished his potions review class the next day when he was called away by Professor Snape, who had been guarding outside the review class room for a long time.

Professor Snape had an aura that kept strangers away from him. No matter which wizard he met along the way, he would bow to him nervously and say hello.

The professor only responded with a reluctant nod when he met a young wizard who performed well in Potions class, and the rest seemed to be ignored like air.

(Sorry, if your potion talent is not enough, unless your surname is Potter or you are good friends with Potter, it will be difficult for Professor Snape to pay attention to you~)

Zhang Xun was also curious about what Professor Snape had told him before he left, and he went over the things he needed to prepare and pay attention to in his mind.

The flow of people along the way became less and less, and the master and apprentice arrived at the underground office belonging to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape pushed open the door without saying a word, and this behavior made Zhang Xun feel nervous.

Could it be that Professor Snape took it out on me because Harry was going to be taken away by me?Teacher, wait a minute, I'll call Harry for you right now!

"Close the door!"

"Have I neglected your etiquette education too much?"

After Professor Snape sat in his office, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

Zhang Xun blinked, carefully stepped in from the door, and gently closed the door behind him.

As soon as he turned around, he found an object heading straight in front of his face!

Thanks to his perfect body control and amazing dynamic vision, Zhang Xun easily dodged.

With a clatter, the object fell on the office door behind Zhang Xun, and then fell to the ground with a soft sound.

"If you don't pick it up within two seconds, I guess there's no need to give it to you!"

Professor Snape snorted coldly. It turned out that what he threw at Zhang Xun was a roll of tied parchment. The thick parchment was slightly yellowed.

Zhang Xun immediately picked up the parchment and patted the non-existent dust on it with his hand.

He raised the parchment in his hand and silently asked the professor if he could open it and take a look, but the professor just leaned back, completely hiding his face in the dim blind spot of light.

Zhang Xun, who was already familiar with Professor Snape, knew that the professor was just too lazy to talk to him. He shrugged and reached out to open the parchment and read silently.

As a result, the more he read, the more surprised he became. This sheepskin scroll actually contained many difficult potions whose formulas were kept secret from the outside world!

It is no exaggeration to say that the value of this sheepskin scroll in the hands of an excellent potion master is far greater than the combined property of three or four so-called extremely rich pure-blood families!

"Teacher, this is too precious..."

Zhang Xun knew that this small roll of parchment might belong to Professor Snape, who lived a simple and ascetic life, and couldn't help feeling a little hot.

"Stop dreaming. I only give you one hour. You can get as much as you can memorize."

Although Zhang Xun couldn't clearly see Professor Snape's hidden expression, the expression on the professor who was currently lying on the luxurious office chair he gave him must be a leisurely and playful expression.

"Bad old man..."

Just do it, Zhang Xun whispered in his heart, walked to another desk in the office and pulled out his own beautifully crafted chair, spread out the parchment scroll and began to memorize it seriously.

Professor Snape, who was hidden in the darkness, looked at Zhang Xun's side face as he studied the potion formula seriously and sighed softly.

My child, I hope this useless knowledge from teachers can help you in the future...

An hour passed in a hurry, but Professor Snape did not interrupt Zhang Xun to continue studying. He just looked at the student who he regarded as his successor quietly.

Professor Snape's eyes flashed with relief, worry, and confusion. Finally, when Zhang Xun started to get up and pack the parchment scrolls, he regained his calmness.

"You're timed out."

Professor Snape, who had a titanium alloy knife mouth, insisted on stabbing Zhang Xun. Zhang Xun was not afraid, but smiled and held up the parchment with both hands.

Seeing Zhang Xun's playful expression, Professor Snape curled his lips slightly and asked, "How many have you learned?"

"Four."

Zhang Xun replied respectfully, in fact, if he had a purely mechanical memory, he could write down all the more than 30 recipes recorded on the parchment.

But this is not helpful to Zhang Xun's growth. Apart from the formula, the most important thing on this parchment is the dense annotations written by Professor Snape in pen and ink!

This has benefited Zhang Xun a lot, who has recently begun to study the differences between Chinese alchemy and Western magic medicine!

After hearing Zhang Xun's slow progress, Professor Snape was slightly surprised, but the admiration in his eyes became even greater.

He has seen that Zhang Xun is not the only one who is talented in potions, and there are many people who even far surpass Zhang Xun.But Zhang Xun's always cautious and attentive attitude satisfied Professor Snape even more.

This made him feel that Zhang Xun and himself were so similar in terms of magic. One hundred percent careful verification and one percent bold hypothesis was the only way for Professor Snape to become a master in potions.

"You went to Beauxbatons, don't embarrass me."

"I am a good friend through correspondence with Beauxbatons' Potions Professor. Her name is Alice Hardy Anjou."

"Oh, a noble surname, is she from a pureblood family?"

Zhang Xun knew that "Anru" was a surname that evolved from the name of a noble. Being able to use this as a surname is similar to the Chinese tradition of using the ancestor's position as a surname.

"It seems you also know something about France," Professor Snape raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Xun, "Yes, she comes from a pure-blood family."

"I got in touch with her because of a discussion in a special potions magazine, and her level of potions is also very high.

Of course, I am still far away from that. "

Professor Snape snorted arrogantly. It was obvious that the professor had his own unique pride in potions. Zhang Xun immediately nodded obediently, indicating that the teacher was unrivaled in potions.

"So as my student, I don't want you to compete with the idiots she taught."

Professor Snape curled his lips and looked disdainfully at Alice's students.

"Understood, I will give those weak-legged French guys a little double shock of Eastern China and Hogwarts!"

Zhang Xun stroked his chest and bowed slightly. If Professor Anru was really a potions master no less powerful than Professor Snape, it would still be difficult for Zhang Xun to challenge her.

But what if it was a student taught by this Anjou professor?

Sorry, if you study well you can do whatever you want!

After receiving Zhang Xun's reply, Professor Snape took out two thin pieces of parchment from the drawer and threw them to Zhang Xun.

"These are two kinds of magic I developed myself, called -"

"The Upside Down Golden Bell and the Shadowless Divine Blade!"