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Chapter 241 - HP: Supreme Potion Collector-Chapter 241: The Question

This Potions class was utterly excruciating. Not a single student felt any pleasure during the lesson.

All the Slytherins were shocked and bewildered that their own Head of House had actually deducted points from them. Malfoy sat with his head down, fists clenched, breathing heavily as he stared at the vivid crimson ink splattered across his chest.

Pansy Parkinson tried to help him remove the ink with her wand, but only succeeded in making the red stain spread even wider.

The Gryffindors, meanwhile, were unsettled by Snape's lesson content: he'd made it clear they'd be studying antidotes today, and that he'd select someone to test one before class ended.

What made this eerie atmosphere reach its peak was a series of urgent, loud knocks at the door.

It was Colin Creevey. He slipped sideways into the classroom, beamed at Harry, then walked towards Snape's lectern at the front. Right in front of all the students, he announced that all the champions were needed upstairs immediately for photographs and a Daily Prophet interview.

"Excellent!" Snape said harshly.

"Potter—take your bag and get out of my sight this instant!"

Harry swung his bag onto his shoulder, stood up, and headed for the door. The Slytherins' "Potter Stinks" badges glittered from all directions.

"And now our saviour finally goes off to save the world," Snape said, holding his book as he paced the aisles, checking everyone's cauldrons. Then he picked up a bottle of vivid pink potion from the lectern:

"Who can tell me—if someone gave you this poison, how should you brew an antidote? Malfoy! You answer!"

"...We'd need to analyse the poison's ingredients first," Malfoy finally said, lifting his gaze from his ink-soaked shirt.

"How would you analyse them? By tasting it with your tongue?" Snape sneered coldly, clearly still seething. Malfoy sat frozen in place.

"Waters!" Snape called loudly.

"...Using Scarpin's Revelaspell can correctly analyse a potion's components," Orli stood up quietly and answered.

"Our primary objective isn't simply selecting antidotes for each individual ingredient, but finding the most crucial additional component. According to Golpalott's Third Law, the antidote for a blended poison will be greater than the sum of the antidotes for each separate component. Therefore, we should start with the additional elements—first determining what transformation occurs when various unrelated ingredients are mixed together, then configuring the antidote based on those transformed properties."

The classroom fell dead silent. Most students stared at Orli as if she'd just been speaking Eskimo. Hermione and Malfoy began frantically flipping through their books, trying to find some reference to the law Orli had just mentioned. But clearly, none of this was in the textbooks before them.

"I don't expect all of you to match Waters," Snape said coldly, sweeping his gaze around the classroom, "but at least don't make me feel like I'm teaching thirty trolls!"

The students fell silent as mice, but a little spark of joy suddenly welled up in Orli's heart.

Snape had asked her a question! He'd finally stopped treating her like she was invisible!

It wasn't until Orli and Hermione had left after class that Harry finally escaped the interview and made it to the Great Hall. He sat down beside them, pulled over an empty plate, and began ladling stew into it.

"How was it, Harry? Did it go well?" Hermione asked immediately.

"Not really," Harry said indistinctly.

"Loads of photos, and that reporter, Rita Skeeter. Her quill wrote lots of embellished lies. I feel dreadful."

Ron was sitting not far from them. He stared fixedly at the ceiling, then simply packed up his things and left. Lately he'd been spending time with Neville and Seamus.

"Honestly, when are you two planning to get back to normal?" Hermione said irritably.

She was furious with both of them. Recently she'd been running back and forth between the two, trying to force them to talk to each other. But Harry wouldn't budge: he insisted that unless Ron admitted Harry hadn't put his name in the Goblet of Fire and apologised for accusing Harry of lying, he wouldn't speak to Ron.

"None of this is my fault," Harry said stubbornly.

"It's his problem."

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