Be The Main God From Naruto

After a few days.

Hogwarts.

In the Room of Responsiveness, fireworks are lingering and fragrance is overflowing.

Snape, the potions professor, frowned as soon as he entered the magical cabin.

Not far away, Harry held a few iron threads with pieces of meat in his hand, and waved his hand: "Come and try my barbecue?"

The professor of Potions class stared at the kid in front of him, who looked exactly like his mother Lily Evans, with a gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water.

His eyes, which were as dark as a cold pool, shone with the light of thinking.

After a while, Snape finally said, "This is..."

"Human flesh?"

Snape was not only a potion researcher, but also a seasoned wizard.

In the smoke and flames of war, he had smelled similar smells countless times.

Grilled human meat tastes different from other domestic animals.

Slightly fragrant, slightly sour.

This nightmarish aroma makes people's index fingers widen, and at the same time, it also makes people's stomach acid surge and make them want to vomit.

Snape closed his eyes in pain.

He had already started thinking about how to save Harry Potter.

Let the Ministry of Magic judge and send Harry to Azkaban?

Snape would never accept that kind of result!

Prisoners in Azkaban Prison with the Dementors, even if they are released after serving their sentence, will suffer indelible mental trauma.

Even the top honored medical wizard in St. Mungo's Hospital couldn't handle that kind of bed at the soul level.

Snape couldn't accept what happened to Lily's child.

Facing Snape's questioning, Harry didn't have the slightest panic after the incident.

He just nodded calmly, and even introduced the skewer in his hand to Snape: "This is Hermione's heart,

This is Malfoy's spleen..."

"This is my kidney..."

Speaking of this, Harry's expression looked a little crazy, but there was a gleam of clarity like frost in his emerald pupils: "The heart of a wise man, the spleen of a dragon, and the root of a savior, isn't it interesting?"

Before Snape took out his wand and gave him a piercing blow, the madness in Harry gradually dissipated.

He blinked his emerald clear eyes, and said warmly: "Don't worry, these ingredients are multiplied with [Flesh Derivation Curse]."

Snape withdrew his wand and waited for the quibble.

"I'm currently researching the influence coefficient of human flesh on the growth of a wizard's magic power."

"Muggle meat and wizard meat, Squib, half-blood and pure-blood meat, taste..."

"Well, I mean, the impact coefficients vary a lot."

While talking, Harry frowned and took another bite of the barbecue in his hand, "In the end we found that eating our own flesh and blood is the most helpful for our magic power growth, and at worst it can reach about 90% increase."

"Of course, this data just looks pretty. In fact, because the base increase is too low, the increase in magic power is still painfully slow."

"Damn...why is my meat the worst? Or Malfoy's meat tastes the best..."

At this point, not far away, the figure of Draco Malfoy came out of the darkness.

His voice sounded faintly: "Recently, I read a book called "Shan Hai Jing". Harry, you are like the glutton recorded in that book, you can't get enough to eat at all."

"Do you know? My flesh is pure blood of the dragon's bones."

Hermione and Neville also came out of the shadows with butterbeer in their arms.

The bully girl looked at Harry jokingly: "You eat too much NZT48, and the metabolism of the drug puts a heavy load on the kidneys. It's normal that it tastes bad, but it's strange that it tastes good."

in one sentence.

Harry frowned: "You're right...Damn it, I've been feeling dizzy recently, and my energy has dropped a lot."

"Maybe, I have to change a pair of kidneys. Who will do this operation for me? Xiaolong?"

Malfoy squinted at the past.

He straightened his platinum blond hair, and gave Harry a middle finger expressionlessly.

"Hermione?"

The eccentric little witch stuck out her tongue and covered her eyes: "Professor Wang Yan said—see no evil, and do not listen to evil."

Harry sighed, looked at Professor Snape, and then looked away.

With all due respect, Professor Snape may have rich experience in traditional potions, but he has no idea how huge the knowledge base of the trio of knowledge seekers is today.

When Harry Potter boiled potions, he didn't like to use "stirring clockwise and counterclockwise a few times", and was better at using the boil and degree meter.

Accurate countdown, accurate to milligram weighing of medicinal materials.

Maybe there are some things in the magic class that cannot be quantified, such as the prophecy class.

But at least in Harry's opinion, most of the potions class is a knowledge accumulation subject that can be turned into a mechanical and cold one.

That's what he does best.

It doesn't matter.

For a scholar with sufficient knowledge reserves, there are always more solutions than difficulties.

Moreover, compared to the side effects of nzt48, its quantity is the biggest problem.

"Dumbledore asked me to come to you... What's the matter?"

Snape looked at Harry coldly.

Harry Potter clapped his hands, and Draco Malfoy next to him took out a gemstone from the Coiling Dragon Ring.

This is an unpretentious-looking gemstone, with no special luster, nor does it make people feel that it has special functions.

But Snape knew that this was the [Sorcerer's Stone] that could turn any metal into pure gold and make the elixir of life.

He recently learned a word from Professor Wang Yan, which can be used on this Philosopher's Stone.

The gods are self-deprecating.

A true rarity, always unadorned in appearance.

Without delay, Harry immediately told Snape what Dumbledore meant.

"Is that old bee really mad?"

Snape seemed a little hysterical when he heard about the "Execution of Voldemort" plan.

He even used Dumbledore's epithets and slurs.

Have a group of young wizards take on the Dark Lord?

"Savior."

Snape chewed the word over and over again, a contemptuous smile appeared on his face.

If the wizarding world needs to be saved by a newly enrolled wizard apprentice, let the wizarding world be destroyed.

...

Snape is a tsundere character after all.

Although he kept saying that he would never help Harry and others die, he still provided a lot of technical support in the end.

Poor Voldemort.

Back then, after the spell was rebounded and his body exploded, he became a wisp of remnant soul.

He managed to linger until now, but fell into another trap that was arranged.

...

The layout is set.

Voldemort didn't even bother the Survival Four much.

Harry and his party mainly focused on the final exam.

They're trying to get a perfect grade as a leverage to skip straight to seventh grade.

According to Hermione Granger's prediction, they only need one year to copy all the book knowledge of Hogwarts.

These books can be digested slowly while doing other things.

The five or six years saved can be used to do more important things.

(Unsatisfied, dissatisfied, blue thin, want to cry)