I, Constantine, Chief Exorcist of Hogwarts

"You mean, taste?"

Although what John just said was very clear.

At this moment, Snape was still frowning, with a strange look on his face like he was looking at a monster, and he asked again and again.

John nodded sheepishly.

"Have you tried it yourself?!" Snape's voice rose several decibels higher.

John touched his nose and nodded sheepishly.

Snape: "..."

For a being like Snape who could be indifferent to the life and death of everyone except Lily and half Harry, he couldn't help but open his mouth at this moment.

I had the urge to ask John, "Is there something wrong with your brain?"

"Do you need to go to the school doctor's office?" Eventually, the question turned into a question with a bit of a sigh.

John shook his head. With the [Dog Charm], his physical condition could only be said to be extremely good.

If he wanted, he could even find a vampire, hold each other's necks and bite each other to see who would suck the other to death first.

As if it were a treasure, John suddenly took out a small booklet with dense notes from his arms and handed it to Snape expectantly.

Regardless of the fact that the other party is a pure love warrior.

Looking at Snape's attainments in potions alone, John felt that if there was anyone in this world who could help him develop materials produced by evil spirits and make them into potions and the like.

Apart from the other party, the only one John could think of was Nicolas Flamel, who had made the Philosopher's Stone, but was now so old that his bones would break at the touch of a touch.

Snape flipped through the pamphlet John had given him.

When you see words such as "It tastes spicy, you will have strong abdominal pain and gastric bleeding ten minutes after taking it" and "The efficacy of the medicine is doubled after adding Scotch straw mushroom spores, but it will be accompanied by strong hallucinations".

The way Snape looked at John couldn't help but become even more horrified.

It seemed that he could read the meaning in the other person's eyes.

John chuckled, looked around, picked up a small knife from the table nearby, and without Snape reacting, made a small cut in his palm.

Then he took out a Bible completely bound with gold foil from his arms.

With the Latin tune in his mouth, mixed with the faint golden light emitting from the Bible in his hand, he began to chant.

then.

When John showed his palm to Snape again, the knife edge had long since disappeared.

Not even a trace of scar was left.

"Teacher Snape, please believe me, I am not a brainless idiot."

John's appearance still looks like that of a first-year wizard, but what he has done since the beginning of school has already surpassed Snape, McGonagall and others' understanding of first-year wizards.

Snape did not continue to look at the back of the booklet. Even with his strong heart, he had to find time to relax a little.

John Constantine, test the medicine on yourself...you can do it!

However, it was precisely this kind of young wizard who dared to take risks for the sake of potion research and also had a strong talent. Snape could no longer refuse the call of "teacher" to him.

"The treatment method you just used was the exorcist's treatment method?"

John nodded.

"It's called "Daniel's Disaster Spell," and it's one of the few exorcism spells I've mastered."

Snape nodded and placed the booklet that John had been studying during this period on his desk. He looked down at the little wizard in front of him who was many times better than when he first entered Hogwarts.

He pondered for a long time.

After all, I made a decision in my heart.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will let the house elves set up a special potion room for you next to my potion room. In addition, I will explain to Professor Dumbledore what I want to study with you next, so... .”

Snape said nothing more after that.

But John understood it instantly.

From now on, he no longer has to continue to be a "freedom fighter", hiding in secret spaces and conducting all kinds of horrific research.

certainly.

John would still not study the research that should be kept secret with Snape.

When John shared this surprise with the little witch who had devoted himself to the battle for the "throne of academic supremacy" during this period.

Miss Know-It-All's eyes were filled with incredulity and disbelief.

"You mean, you will have your own medicine room in Hogwarts in the future?!"

Even though she had only been in school for less than a week, Hermione still had a basic understanding of how difficult this matter was, which was why when she saw this annoying guy in front of her, baring her teeth and smiling proudly.

The words of blessing came to my lips, but they couldn't come out.

He snorted softly.

Holding the Potions book that he had just borrowed from the library, he walked towards the restaurant.

Today is the weekend, and Gryffindor happens to have no classes.

However, with a big mountain like John waiting for her to conquer, Miss Know-It-All has no intention of resting at all and spends her time studying and strengthening herself.

That's what she's been doing these days.

Regarding the other party's diligent attitude, John did not feel neglected. On the contrary, he had nothing to do at the moment.

John immediately patiently stood by the other party's side and acted as a considerate assistant.

Or ask for some snacks from the house elves, or when you see something Hermione doesn't understand, immediately answer it from the side.

With this combination, Hermione originally thought it would take at least a week or two to study and understand.

But in less than half a day, she was basically understood.

"Hmph! Mudblood and mudblood, it's really a perfect match..."

In the distance, at the Slytherin dining table, Draco stared at John, who was not paying attention to him at all, with a look of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

When I thought about being frightened by that bastard that day in the Transfiguration class, I fainted on the spot.

Draco felt his face turn red.

A voice with a bit of contempt and disdain sounded from his ears.

Turning his head, a girl with short ear-length hair, and although she was immature, it was clear from her eyebrows that she would grow up to be a beautiful woman, slowly sat down next to him.

"Malfoy, are you just going to kill him with your eyes here? If that's the case, then I'm really going to be disappointed in you."

The short-haired snake glanced at the angry Draco.

"He's only one person, and you have the whole Malfoy family behind you!"

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