Just then, Hagrid walked into the auditorium.

He wore that long moleskin coat and absentmindedly flung a dead chicken marten with one large hand.

"How's it going?" he said with great interest as he stopped walking towards the faculty table, "you come to my first class, and as soon as you have lunch, I get up at five o'clock in the morning and have everything ready...... I hope the class went well...... I'm finally a teacher...... What a ......."

He smiled happily at Harry, nodded at Allen, and continued towards the staff table, still holding the dead mink in his hand.

"I wonder what he's preparing?" Ron said, a hint of concern in his voice.

"With Allen's advice, it shouldn't be too outrageous. Harry hurriedly swallowed the last bite of his sandwich.

The students were rushing to their first class, and the auditorium was getting smaller.

"What's your first lesson?" Penelope asked Alan curiously, and Luna stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, Potions class!" Alan didn't understand why they were looking at her like that.

"My first class was Transfiguration, we're not on the same path!" Penelope looked at his schedule regretfully.

"By the way, Professor Snape's face is terrible, you need to be careful. Penelope looked at Professor Snape in the faculty and whispered to Alan.

Alan followed her gaze, and Professor Snape was staring at Professor Lupin, his face unkind, as if Professor Lupin owed him a million Galleons.

Despite his bad mood, Professor Snape was keenly aware of Alan's gaze.

His eyes were like knives, and he looked at it in an instant.

When he met Professor Snape's eyes, Alan was embarrassed, but an extremely gentle and polite smile bloomed on his face.

Seeing that it was Alan, Professor Snape nodded slightly, stopped looking at Alan, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Alan let out a sigh of relief without a trace.

"He won't embarrass you. Luna said in a trance.

"I'm not going to give him a chance to embarrass himself. Alan laughed.

"Whoever wants to embarrass you, then the last one to embarrass must be himself. Penelope blinked slyly.

The Potions classroom was underground, cold and gloomy.

Along the walls are glass jars soaked in taxidermy.

Cold water poured out of the pool from the mouth of the strange-looking human-faced stone sculpture in the corner.

As everyone set up the cauldrons, Professor Snape walked into the classroom with gusto.

"I'm going to make a new potion today, a shrinking potion. Does anyone know what materials are needed for it, and what does it do?"

Professor Snape's gaze swept over the young wizards.

Everyone was silent, not daring to touch his gaze.

Except for one person, Ellen of Ravenclaw.

Thinking of Allen and his eyes in the morning, Professor Snape called Allen's name.

"To make a shrinking potion, you need to chop the roots of the daisy, peel the wrinkled figs, cut the caterpillars into thin slices, add a drop of rat bile, and a little leech juice. It has the effect of making objects smaller. ”

Alan replied calmly, staring directly at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape stared gloomily at Allen, and the Ravenclaw wizards all looked at Alan worriedly.

"Good—five points for Ravenclaw!" To everyone's surprise, Professor Snape actually gave Ravenclaw extra points!

And the attentive classmates found that his brows were not as tightly furrowed as before.

Everyone looked at each other, did Eren cast a confusion spell on the professor?

"What are you waiting for, hurry up and get the notes!" Professor Snape knocked on the podium in dissatisfaction.

The little wizards lowered their heads in unison, picked up their pens, and took notes.

Then, under Professor Snape's dangerous gaze, the young wizards carefully cut the roots of the daisies and meticulously peeled the figs.

Everyone realized that although Professor Snape looked at Allen differently, it did not mean that he could let his guard down in class.

Alan sliced the roots of the daisies into evenly equal pieces, much to the surprise of the Ravenclaws beside him.

By the time Alan put all the materials into the cauldron, the rest of the students were still fighting the caterpillars.

The soft caterpillars are slimy after cutting and look very disgusting.

Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott looked like she was going to cry as she wiped the green juice from her hands!

Seeing that Professor Snape had been patrolling the Ravenclaw cauldrons, Ernie McMillan had secretly turned his and Hannah's caterpillars into frozen caterpillars.

It's much easier to cut this way, and it doesn't get your hands dirty.

Hannah smiled gratefully at Ernie, who winked happily at Hannah.

"Stupid!" Professor Snape said suddenly, his voice sounding extremely dangerous.

Ernie was startled and nearly knocked over the cauldron.

Professor Snape strode over to Ernie and Hannah.

All the little wizards put down their work and looked around, guessing who was so unlucky.

"Hmm—that's a great idea, freeze the caterpillar and slice it!"

Professor Snape picked up a piece of Ernie's cut caterpillar and held it high for everyone to see.

"You think you're smarter than all the Potions masters? Didn't you hear me say that you can't change the properties of potions at will? How can I tell you that, McMillan?"

Professor Snape stared at Ernie, his eyes looking like a poisonous snake was about to attack.

Ernie's face was flushed, trembling, and he was about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Professor!" said Hannah, sobbing, "It's all for me, Ernie came up with this idea." ”

"If you're afraid of getting dirty, get on the train and go home!" Professor Snape said coldly, "otherwise you'll waste the herbs." ”

"If your potion doesn't work out of class, then Hufflepuff will lose 20 points!" Professor Snape walked away from them.

Hannah covered her face, and the other Hufflepuff wizards looked at her sympathetically.

"Oh, we don't have any more caterpillars!" Ernie said desperately, looking at the other classmates for help.

However, under Professor Snape's gaze, no one dared to act rashly.

"Professor, my shrinking potion has been successfully brewed. ”

Alan raised his hand, and Professor Snape walked over to Alan's cauldron.

In the distance, you can see the bright and dazzling green potion in Allen's cauldron.

Professor Snape scooped some up with a spoon and slowly poured them back into the cauldron, a smile on his face that made the little wizard who was watching here drop his jaw.