When the Gryffindor students hurried to the classroom, they saw a large Potions classroom, with students divided into two distinct sides.

On one side were the Slytherins, who were talking and laughing very loudly, but they were oblivious to Gawain. Even if they occasionally turned their heads away, they all wore stiff smiles, as if he were a stain on the floor or something.

On the other side was Gawain himself, sitting in his seat, looking through Arseny Spoh's "Magic Potions and Potions", looking like the years were quiet.

"Gawain, are you alright? Malfoy said in the morning that he must teach you a lesson, we have been looking for you. He didn't embarrass you, did he?"

Harry walked quickly to Gawain and whispered.

"I told you, Hogwarts forbids students to fight!

Hermione raised her head like a haughty lion cub.

"It's nothing, you know me, I like to make friends with people. Look!"

Turning his face with a smile, Gawain waved to Pansy, who was sneaking in on at her, and said hello.

Pansy smiled stiffly, her right hand dangling in the air, unsure of what to do.

"You see, Slytherin students aren't so arrogant, are they?" Gawain seemed in a good mood and patted the seat next to him, "Sit down, Professor Snape could come over at any time." ”

Gawain didn't feel much pressure on himself.

After he and Malfoy have a long-lasting friendship "relaxed, harmonious, and pleasant", and convince the rest of Slytherin that even if Gawain doesn't have a "hostage", it will be enough to make them pay...

Everything fell into place.

While the guy named Crabbe might have to go to the school hospital after class to treat his bruises, and the suspect named "Blaise" might like to massage his neck, none of this has anything to do with Gawain.

At least that's what he was sure of.

Harry nodded incredulously, he didn't believe that Malfoy could really be so kind, but the tables and chairs were neat, and he really didn't see any conflict here.

But Hermione, who had already sat down, raised her eyebrows, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom was pushed open with a bang.

Professor Snape, dressed in his usual black robe, with greasy hair and a sallow, unsightly face, strode from the back of the classroom to the podium.

His steps were loud, but there was no sound.

"It's like a bat. ”

Gawain buried his thoughts deep in his heart.

Snape picked up the roster and called them one by one, pausing abruptly when he spoke of Harry Potter.

He turned his head and swept over Harry's scar, staring deeply into his face, his cheeks tightening.

"Oh yes. Snape whispered in an empty voice, "Harry Potter, our new arrival, what a famous Harry Potter." ”

His voice was very soft, and his blood-colored lips were so tight that he could barely see the color.

"Scarhead Potter!"

Malfoy and his two henchmen laughed.

Gawain looked over, and he closed his mouth unwillingly.

Snape quickly finished the roll call and stood on the podium, his face like a pool of stagnant water, unwavering.

"It's like waiting for the end at any moment. ”

For some reason, Gawain suddenly felt a sour feeling in his heart.

He had seen that look before.

While attending the funeral of the son of the director of Elsa's department, the man in his fifties had such a look in his eyes.

Remorse, sadness, despair.

I have to bear this pain alone.

Snape looked at Harry for a few seconds and walked over to the blackboard.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigors of this potion preparation. ”

He looked around at everyone in the room and spoke. Despite the fact that the voice was small, almost only a little higher than a whisper, no one dared to ignore a single word.

"There's no stupid waving of a wand here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. ”

Snape paused briefly, his eyes changing to the way they had been before seeing Harry.

"I don't expect you to really grasp the beauty of the smoky cauldron that simmers slowly, and you don't really understand the magic of the liquid that flows into people's veins, the thrilling and disorienting of the will. ”

The corners of his mouth turned up, basking in the wonder of potions.

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even... Stop death—but one thing has to be, and that is that you're not the kind of stupid fools I often encounter. ”

Snape raised his hands and pressed them against the edge of the podium.

In the entire class, no one spoke, all staring at him with bated breath, waiting for his arrangement. Only Hermione, leaning forward slightly, her face full of excitement.

"Potter!" Snape said abruptly, but instead of looking at Harry, at the back of the classroom, where there seemed to be a very interesting ornament hanging on the wall, "What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

"Uh... Is it a living hell potion?"

Harry was a little surprised, but Gawain and Hermione were reminded of what they were talking about.

"Looks like you at least know how to read the textbook. So, if I asked you to go and find me a piece of bezoar, where would you go to find it?"

The corners of Snape's mouth lifted slightly, as if he was a little surprised. But the next moment, he looked at Harry and asked a serious question.

"From a cow?"

With his previous successes, Harry calmed down.

"Hmph, Mr. Savior, this is a classroom, not a place for you to play with your little cleverness. Tell me again, what's the difference between scapular aconitum and wolf venom aconitus!"

Snape pursed his lips in disdain, and pressed his right hand hard against the lectern, as if he wanted to pull out his wand and cast a curse on Harry.

"Professor, I don't know. But Hermione knows, wouldn't it be a shame if you didn't ask her?"

Harry looked up, forced himself to whisper into Snape's cold eyes.

Someone laughed, and Harry looked at Seamus, who grimaced at him.

This made Snape even angrier.

"Sit down!"

Snape shouted angrily and stepped down from the podium and sat down across from Harry's table.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Savior.

Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a living hell decoction, also known as life and death water, which is a very potent sleeping pill. ”

Speaking of the potion of living hell, Snape's wand was a little pale.

"The bezoar is a powerful antidote, and it is taken from the stomach of the cow. I hope that one day when you are poisoned and need bezoar, it will be to go to the stomach of the cow, instead of going to the empty head of the cow like you. ”

Snape continued.

Harry didn't give the right answer, but he wasn't wrong, which seemed to irritate Snape.

"Also, Aconitum scaphoidis and Aconitum lupus are the same plant, also collectively referred to as Aconitum aconitum, and there is no difference between them. ”

Snape's dark eyes met Harry's for a few seconds, then he looked away. He stood up, and with a knock on his wand, the words appeared on the blackboard.

"Why don't you write it down, do you think you're stronger than Mr. Savior, or me?"

He said without anger.

"Mr. Potter, Gryffindor will be deducted 1 point for your lack of respect. Mr. White, since you've told him about the Living Hell Potion, why can't you help your classmates a little more? Gryffindor deducted 3 points and came to my office at night to confine. ”

PS: This chapter is Snape-specific, and it may drag on a bit, but I think the first meeting between this man and Harry deserves to be described in detail, especially many details that are only reflected in the movies but are skipped in the novel.

For example, Snape's eyes were diverted when he first asked the question, because when he saw Lily's eyes, he couldn't bear it. Another example is to ask these questions, both to remove the influence of Harry's "savior" aura and to find Lily's shadow.

PS2: Snape's punishment for the protagonist is that he just wants to find an excuse to vent, and it's not the first time he's done it. For example, Neville's antidote in the fourth part was helped by Hermione, and he deducted Hermione's points.

PS3: I really don't want to fold this original text, so this chapter needs an extra 200 words.

PS4: All the lessons of the first week are coming to an end ... This plot is very difficult to write and interesting, but there is really no way, and the lack of it will damage the integrity, thank you for accepting it during this time.