Unexpectedly, the first class of the new semester turned out to be Professor Snape's Potions class. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Halfway through the lesson, Vio finally feels sad that this might be a punishment for laughing at Ron for his morning joke that Ron received a roaring letter.

The more she felt like this, the less she could concentrate on concocting the Anti-Amnesia Potion—always confusing the third operation with the operation of the Forgetting Potion: the former was to stir the crucible three times clockwise, then add a drop of runi snake bile, and then stir the crucible nine times counterclockwise.

The latter, which is the operation of the Forgotten Potion, is the complete opposite, first requiring three counterclockwise stirring, adding fresh grass mustard blood, and then nine times clockwise.

When Vio once again turned the potion in the cauldron into an ugly corrupt gray-green, Professor Snape's face turned an ugly iron blue.

He crossed his arms and stood beside him looking down at Vio, who didn't speak for a long time, as if he was carefully studying her mental makeup.

Vio lowered her head, not daring to look up at his expression and eyes, and from her perspective, she could only see the corners of the professor's long robe fluttering slightly, like black seaweed gently blown by the sea breeze.

"Miss Santriel, it seems that at the beginning of the school year, you are in great need of a confinement to refresh yourself. Professor Snape concluded.

Vio nodded sincerely.

Immediately afterward, the professor raised his wand and tapped Vio's crucible, "Clean up." ”

All the liquid in the crucible disappeared in an instant, and there was not a drop left. At the end of the class bell rang, the professor hurried to the classroom podium, and announced, "Now, take those that you have concocted, barely called potions, bottle them, hand in the samples, and leave my classroom." ”

Everyone did the same, picked up the glass bottle next to it, carefully filled out some liquid and put it in.

Vio glanced to the side and saw that Crabbe had taken great pains to pull out the cloucible that was about to solidify, and then smiled and stuffed it into a glass bottle and handed it to the podium.

Although Professor Snape's eyes were on fire when he saw the assignment, he used his wand to put the bottle in the queue to be submitted.

In the blink of an eye, the classroom was almost gone, and Vio simply sat down, cheering herself on and telling herself that she had to talk to Snape.

Draco was the last to leave, and when he handed in his near-perfect sample, Professor Snape bowed in satisfaction.

Draco then smiled humbly in front of the professor as usual, and turned around to make an unorthodox but vivid grimace at Vio and taunt her.

Vio glared at him without showing any hint of weakness, and Draco took a few quick steps to the side, revealing Professor Snape behind him, who was glaring at Vio without Draco's cover.

There was a slight surprise in his eyes at first, but soon there were signs of anger.

Draco happily gave Vio another look, then walked away.

"Who gave you permission to stay?Miss Santrim, as to whether you have a brain—we've all seen it, and there's no need to prove it once a day, is it?" the professor stood on the podium, his dark eyes looking at Vio, and his tone was as mocking as he could.

"I have never agreed, and never will, agree with you about the structure of my brain, sir. It's just your one-sided problem. ”

For a moment, Vio's chest heaved violently, but she quickly restrained it.

Vio looked at Professor Snape silently, and said slowly but clearly, "You said that you would hand in the sample before leaving your classroom, but I don't think you would be willing to accept an empty crucible as an assignment and grade it fairly. ”

After she said these words, her heart was beating nervously, but on the one hand, she felt happy, and finally expressed everything she wanted to say.

After what seemed like a short moment, and what seemed like a long eternity, Vio lost count of the number of deep breaths he had taken to calm his nerves, and the professor finally found his proper reaction, and roared, "So-who gave you permission to talk to your professor like this? You arrogant, impudent, incompetent wretch!"

"No, I'm not. Vio calmed down under his pressure, and she knew where the professor's hostility to her came from.

She will eventually have to pay the price for her actions in favor of the Gryffindor who hurt her professor.

But this matter had to be over as soon as possible, and she needed a professor who was genuinely willing to teach her about potions, not one who was always taunting and reproaching her to curb her interest in potions.

"Sir, I remember every word you said to me on the day of the troll incident. You didn't give me a chance to explain it all the time, and I didn't bother to explain it all at the time. ”

"—you won't have a chance to ・・・・・・ now," Professor Snape said with a gloomy gritted teeth. His right hand was already in his robe—

"Some people can't have it, and even fantasizing about nostalgia and guilt won't help, sir. And you're well aware that Slytherin's millennia reputation is deeply misleading. The same is true of the stupid division of the four chambers, which is at the root of this.

"Most importantly, Lily Potter, forever Potter, and her child, is called Harry Potter. Her husband's name is James Potter. ”

Vio watched as he pulled out his wand and raised it, still unmoved, calmly finishing the last few words.

In hindsight, according to the Professor's beastly out-of-control performance at the time, it was a feat that could be called a Gryffindor.

After VIO finished speaking, Professor Snape's anger erupted, and he felt the blood all over his body rush to the top of his head in an instant, and his face turned red like never before.

There had never been a moment like now, all reason had left him, the word lurking in his mind took control of him in less than half a second, the professor raised his wand and waved it at Vio quickly, while roaring:

"Arvada—"

The basement door was suddenly pushed open.

Someone leaned out halfway from behind the half-open door, and then, looking at the confrontational professor, Vio, opened their mouths in shock.

"Yo, what's going on here? Severus, you're doing individual after-school tutoring for this student?" Gilderoy Lockhart walked in with a very enthusiastic smile.

Professor Snape froze, his wand still in mid-air, and Vio turned his head to look at him in unison.

The restrained, rational, and indifferent professor who has no emotion is back.

Snape quickly put away his wand, as neatly as he had drawn it.

Vio looked at Lockhart intently, wondering if he had heard it or how much.

He smiled and tried to pat Professor Snape on the shoulder like an acquaintance, but under the professor's cold glance, he withdrew his hand without a trace, and slapped his clothes heavily instead, "Ah, I didn't notice, I rubbed the dust when I entered the door, Severus, don't worry, the basement has this problem of dropping dust at will, I understand, or, I can cast a little housework spell to help you-"

"Is there anything wrong?" the professor asked in his usual low voice, displeasured.

"Oh, of course, I don't have much time - there are many people who send owls every day to send me letters and ask me all sorts of questions. However, "

Lockhart changed his words, "No matter how busy I am, I can't forget my old friend, right, I heard that you also applied for the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor before me, but it didn't work."

"Of course, not everyone has the same experience of exorcism and devotion to the dark arts as I do. ”

"What I have to say, though," Lockhart quickened, as he seemed to finally notice the professor's expression. "Everybody can get there, as long as they're on the right path. ”

He pulled out four books from behind him like a trick, and then pretended to be brisk and placed them on Professor Snape's lectern, "for free, with my autograph on them." Of course, I won't accept your thanks for substantial monetary items, as long as you can learn more Defence Against the Dark Arts, even if you only end up at a tenth of my level, you will benefit for the rest of your life. ”

Vio felt a lot more relaxed, and in her opinion, the explosive effect of Lockhart's words was only better than what she had done before. But now the wisest choice is to slip away.

The professor was a step ahead of her, "yes, then I have to give you the same meaningful gift." ”

He nodded at Vio, and then said, "This Santriel, the next week of confinement will continue, and you have the power to dominate the first three days. ”

Vio objected in surprise, "No—" She quickly realized that it was not a good thing to say.

Because Lockhart was still hesitating, after Vio objected, he seemed to feel offended and slighted, and immediately agreed: "Severus, you are so sweet, then it is decided." ”