Harry could never have imagined that the punishment awaiting him would be serving as a test subject for some unknown potion that Snape had newly concocted.
Potions were dangerous things—one small mistake could kill someone!
Harry stiffly turned his head, looking at the red-blue potion Snape was holding out to him, then back at Snape with an incredulous gaze.
An inexplicable wave of sorrow and indignation rose in his heart.
Has this old bastard Snape finally decided to make his move against me?!
Faced with Snape's unquestionable eyes and gesture, Harry tremblingly extended his right hand and took the potion from Snape.
Drawing back his hand, he brought the potion before himself with trembling fingers. Harry's face was rigid as he carefully observed the liquid in the bottle.
The murky red and blue liquid churned and twisted in the glass vial, and Harry's reflection in it spun along with the swirling motion.
Is this thing actually safe to drink?!
Faced with Harry's hesitation, Snape didn't urge him aloud—he simply crossed his arms again and looked down at Harry with cold eyes.
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The oppressive feeling was at maximum intensity.
Though he hadn't spoken, Harry felt like he could already hear the silent urging from the demon before him:
"Potter, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and go to hell."
"...Can I refuse this punishment?"
Harry deliberated over his words for a long time before finally speaking bitterly, trying to get Snape to abandon the idea of punishing him.
"What do you think?"
Snape let out a cold laugh and said no more, just quietly watching Harry.
This was bad. There was no escaping this ordeal.
Harry's expression kept changing. Finally, he made a new move.
Harry pulled off the potion bottle's cork.
Instantly, an indescribably rich aroma burst forth from the potion bottle, completely overwhelming Harry's sense of smell.
Huh?
Harry sniffed and found that the smell didn't seem too unbearable.
But that was an illusion.
The scent was overwhelmingly strong.
It felt like all the perfumes in the world had been mixed together and concentrated through extraction into this small vial of essence of essences.
Harry nearly passed out from being overwhelmed.
The smell wasn't unpleasant, but it was unbearable!
Harry's eyes were watering from the intensity.
Snape's eyes brightened slightly, as if silently urging:
"Drink it—why aren't you drinking?"
After a moment, Harry finally managed to accept that intense fragrance.
Because that incredibly rich smell had only been present when he first removed the cork—now it had completely dissipated and been diluted. The aroma emanating from the bottle was now within human tolerance levels.
But even so, downing this bottle of bizarre potion would still require tremendous courage.
Fortunately, Harry was exactly the kind of person who possessed such courage.
He glanced at Snape, saw the unquestionable look in his eyes, and slowly brought the potion bottle toward his mouth.
Then he quietly pulled it away again.
He had the feeling that one sip of this would cost him something precious, Harry thought.
Faced with this scene, not only was Harry himself shocked—the other young wizards felt the same way.
They all widened their eyes and directed their gazes toward Harry and Snape, their expressions filled with confusion and shock.
They had smelled that rich aroma when it first spread, after all.
And this potion's color looked wrong no matter how you looked at it!
Everyone was breaking out in cold sweat.
Hermione was the same. The little girl opened her mouth slightly, her eyes blinking as she looked at Snape, then at Harry. Finally, after thinking for a moment, she turned back and leaned close to Glenn's ear, quietly asking:
"Glenn, do you know what potion Professor Snape is holding?"
Glenn didn't reply immediately, instead focusing his attention on the potion in Snape's hand.
Seeing this, Hermione didn't press further, quietly waiting for Glenn's analysis and explanation.
After a few seconds, Glenn finally spoke, reaching a rough conclusion.
"The magical composition in the potion is similar to a gender-swapping potion, but not exactly the same. Snape made quite a few changes—I can't tell the specifics."
?
"Huh?"
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then let out a confused sound.
Her voice was full of bewilderment.
Wait, what is Professor Snape doing?
Giving Harry a potion that could transform his gender to female as punishment—what kind of twisted hobby is this?
Are we other students also part of some scheme between you two?!
"So what's the effect of that potion?"
"Well, it's gender transformation, but the effects Snape added aren't clear yet. We'll be able to tell once Harry Potter drinks it and we observe his reaction."
Faced with Hermione's question, Glenn answered this way, locking his perception onto Harry and waiting for the experiment to begin so he could observe the test subject and obtain the information he wanted.
Hermione nodded thoughtfully, then pulled out the magical camera she'd pestered Glenn to make for her, pointing the lens in Harry's direction.
"Hehe, I think it would be such a shame for Ginny to miss this scene. I'll take some photos and develop them to give to her later."
"I'm sure she'll love them~"
Hermione was ready to take rapid-fire shots of Harry, while Harry, standing before Snape, was still holding that opened bottle of strange potion and engaging in fierce internal struggle.
"Are you going to drink it, or drink it, or drink it?"
Harry felt like Snape's flickering gaze was unquestionably conveying such irresistible words.
"...Hogwarts wouldn't allow professors to kill students."
Harry swallowed hard, his mouth twitching as he tremblingly spoke these words.
"Don't worry, I can guarantee this potion won't kill you."
"Even if you're nearly dead, I can bring you back."
Faced with Harry's words, Snape replied leisurely.
Isn't this even more unacceptable?!
You just want to kill me, don't you?!
When I'm on death's door, you'll pretend to treat me but actually let me fend for myself, then afterward say you did your best—that's your real plan, isn't it?!
It must be said that Harry's imagination was both rich and wonderful. After Snape finished speaking, a whole bunch of imagined scenarios flooded his mind.
Fine, at worst it's just death.
His resolve was wavering. Seeing this, Snape slowly added one more encouraging word.
"By the way, to improve the drinking experience, I made the potion's taste quite good."
Even if you try to sweet-talk me now, it's useless, you bastard!
Harry hesitated no more. He pressed the bottle to his mouth and drank down all the liquid.
"Ugh!"
Then his expression became incredibly twisted.
"What kind of good taste is this?! Snape, you liar!"
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