As Darren and Snape spoke, the Slytherins stopped laughing, and the Gryffindors stopped their work, and all the students stood in their places and watched the two of them, not even daring to breathe, as if they would be attracted by the invisible thunder that had accumulated in the classroom, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin fall to the ground. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Shaun, I think, in my class," Snape said word for word, but kept his lips pursed so that he could barely see the movement of his lips, "I have the authority to do what I think is right, without the permission of a student." ”

"I agree with you, but it should be about the course, not a bunch of nonsense, we're here to have a lesson, not a joke, especially as a professor, I think you should be more cautious in your speech, maybe you think the knowledge of Potions class is as important as that pile of garbage?"

Hearing Darren compare Potions knowledge to Rita's article, Snape's brow furrowed, glanced at the magazine, and threw it on the table next to him, "Gryffindor deducts twenty points, Sean, if I hear another opinion on the way I teach, you'll regret it greatly." Then, he turned and left.

Darren let out a sigh of relief and looked at Snape head-on, indeed a lot of pressure, he saw Hermione covering her mouth with her hand, her eyes glinting.

At this time, the air in the classroom seemed to come alive, and Slytherin laughed again, especially Malfoy, who looked at Darren and Hermione unabashedly and grinned.

Because of this, Malfoy didn't see a boiling ball of potion rising from the crucible behind him, rushing into his mouth under the startled gaze of Pansy next to him, swallowing and sliding down his throat......

Immediately, a scream crossed the classroom, and Malfoy rolled back and forth on the floor, clutching at his throat, tears streaming down his cheeks and kicking his legs.

Snape hurried up to him, "What's going on?" he yelled at Pansy.

"No, no," Pansy stuttered in nervousness, apparently not in the mental capacity to face Snape's pressure, "No, I don't know," she looked panicked, "I, I only saw a cloud of potions, from, from the cauldron, myself, myself flew into his mouth!"

"The potion flew into his mouth on its own?" Snape frowned, glanced over the cauldron, sniffed, and pointed his wand at Malfoy, who immediately stopped and didn't move.

"Send him to the medical wing and tell Madam Pomfrey that it's burned, that the potions haven't reacted yet, that's no problem," Snape said to Crabbe and Goyle with a gloomy face, and then he stared at Darren and walked slowly, "Sean, what do you think about this?"

"I think we should strengthen Malfoy's safety awareness, we are brewing potions, God knows what will come out, but luckily it was just a little bit of it from the pot, it was not poisonous, and it was in his own throat, so he should keep his mouth shut. When Darren finished, the Slytherins in the classroom closed their mouths tightly.

Snape's face turned pale, "So, you think it was an accident?"

"Of course it was an accident, Professor, aren't all the students in their place? ”

"In that case," Snape snapped out between his teeth, "stay after school, and find a way to avoid this accident, or you'll be here every day after school to think." ”

"Glad, but I think I should remind you, Professor, that I still have to prepare for the final game of the Triwizard Tournament, you know, I lost to Krum in the last game, and if I don't practice, I might lose again. ”

By this time, Snape had already walked over to Darren's table, squinting his eyes, "I don't think it will take you too long, haven't you always had a good idea?"

"I have something to do with smart people who follow the rules, but those fools who like to giggle with their mouths open are probably not going to stop them from being poured into something except to gag their mouths. When Darren said this, a low laugh rang out from the classroom, as if someone hadn't held back.

"Looks like you've learned a lot from this Triwizard Tournament," Snape squinted, "Maybe you don't need to take classes at Hogwarts anymore." ”

"How is that possible, I know that I am far from the others, and it is clear that Professor Dumbledore does not think that I do not need to study anymore. ”

Snape was about to say something, when there was a knock on the door outside the classroom, "Come in!" he said viciously, the door opened, and Darren's eyes turned to the door, where Karkaroff was standing.

Upon entering, Karkaroff walked briskly over to Snape, Darren's table, his goatee curling his fingers in a restless manner.

"We need to talk. As soon as he walked up to Snape's side, Karkaroff hurried and said in a low voice.

"I'll talk to you after class," Snape turned his head and replied in the same voice, but Karkaroff interrupted him.

"I want to talk now, while you can't slip away, Severus. You've been avoiding me!" Karkaroff's voice was a little louder as he said the last sentence, and he looked around to see Darren staring at them with interest.

"Let's talk about it after class!" Snape also saw Darren, he looked angry, frowned and said sternly to Karkaroff, the other man looked panicked and stepped back, and then, he turned to Darren, "Gryffindor deducts twenty more points." ”

Darren shrugged, he was naturally happy about Karkaroff's arrival, anyway, it diverted Snape's attention away from him, and maybe even saved him from staying in the hall, as for the deduction of points, he had never cared.

To be honest, as far as Hogwarts is concerned, the House Cup is simply a bad match, otherwise Gryffindor may win the House Cup, and there will be a group of bear children, not to mention Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff can't compare, at least people don't always make mistakes.

Darren reached out and patted Hermione on the back, trying to comfort the other party, it was still in class, and that was the only way, otherwise Snape would have deducted points again.

In addition, although Karkaroff retreated from Snape's side, he did not leave the classroom, and he kept hovering behind Snape's podium, which made Snape very anxious, and naturally did not have time to deal with Darren again.

Finally, the bell rang for the end of class, and the classmates all walked towards the door in a hurry, Darren asked Hermione to leave first, anyway, it was not a big deal, if Snape dared to do something to him, he would not have to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and he would be eager to do it, besides, with Snape's obedience to Dumbledore, it would not be so out of line.

No one else had left the classroom, and when it was time for the end of class, Harry had knocked over the bottle of toad bile and was now crouching behind the cauldron, mopping the floor with a rag.