"How the hell did you do that? After walking out of the auditorium, Terry asked with some confusion, he knew the inside story. So he couldn't figure out why the flashback spell didn't replay those spells.

"Did you use some kind of magic? Can you teach me? Terry's eyes were full of stars, and he never expected Snape to succumb.

At this moment, in Terry's heart, William's image is infinitely tall.

I want to know the question you asked, Terry!

Hearing Terry's question, William complained wildly in his heart.

He also didn't figure out the situation.

Don't look at the way he just showed a victory in the Great Hall, but I'm afraid only William himself knows how panicked he was in his heart just now.

Soon, the tide turned, and he was almost led to Snape's office under the dark dungeon, forced to ask who had been involved in the prank against Snape.

"I'll tell you later if I have a chance, Terry. Let's hurry up, class is going to be in there soon. ”

A few people descended the stairs until the bell rang to Snape's Potions classroom.

It was a spacious underground classroom, surrounded by cabinets filled with glass jars soaked in taxidermy, and at the end of the room was a large locker for storing the potion materials that the students needed for class or some half-finished potions that the students had refined.

However, there were also common materials, and the rarer ones were stored in Snape's private locker in his office, such as the gillgrass used by Harry in his fourth year.

Next to the locker was a wooden door that led to Snape's office, and at the back of the office, it was supposed to be the Slytherin lounge.

There is an unwritten rule at Hogwarts that no house headmaster's office is located near their house common room.

For example, Professor Flitwick's office is located in the West Tower, a short distance from the Ravenclaw Tower. This is not only convenient for supervising the students of their own academy, but also a kind of protection for the little wizard invisibly.

After all, the deans of each academy are actually equivalent to the class teacher or instructor, and they are the guardians of the little wizards in the school.

Since this was once the dungeon area of Hogwarts, it was cold and damp all year round, and it was even more difficult in winter, and the breath exhaled from the mouth could even form a white mist.

By the time William and the others entered, the classroom was already full of eaglets and Hufflepuff badgers waiting for class.

Unless they had eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall, no one dared to be late for Snape's class.

A few of the students looked at them curiously, as if wondering how they dared to come to the classroom so late.

Since the students had come to the classrooms early to sit down, they were unaware of what had just happened in the auditorium.

I don't know that Snape, who has a stern and poisonous tongue in their eyes, was almost mad by William.

William looked around, and almost every little wizard had a silver medal pinned to their chest, which was the Cold-Resistant Medal that William had invented.

Thanks to this cleverly conceived gadget, students don't feel so hard to learn in this cold and dark classroom.

After all, it was indeed a difficult thing to engage in such a meticulous operation in such a difficult environment, coupled with the interference of Snape's poisonous tongue next to him.

This is also one of the reasons why his medal is so popular at school, with it, people invisibly feel that the poisonous tongue of the old bat is not so unbearable.

They sat in the back corner, Professor Snape hadn't arrived yet, and he didn't know what he was doing.

I didn't know if I went to my office and took a drink to ease Yu's calm!

William guessed in his heart with bad intentions.

It is a powerful tranquilizer that relieves the user from anxiety, anger, and irritability, and is a very commonly used potion of potions.

Without making them wait, just as William and the others were seated, Snape pushed open the wooden door with a gloomy face and walked out of it.

As if nothing had happened, his gaze did not linger too much on William.

"What we're learning today is to make a hair erection potion, a potion that makes the user's hair stand on end." After glancing around the young wizards in the classroom, Snape spoke slowly, straight to the point as always.

His voice was as cold as ever, and it sounded no different than before.

Hey! Snape didn't go on to find fault?

William thought with some surprise, he didn't expect that the old bat would be able to resist continuing to trouble himself after what had just happened.

He was ready to answer Snape's troubles.

Could it be that he really went to drink a bottle of Tempering Feather just now? Otherwise, how could attitudes change so quickly?

"Mr. Bout!"

Just when William was still thinking about how the old bat had suddenly changed his personality, Snape's cold voice without a trace of emotion suddenly sounded.

"You should have reviewed the textbook in advance, come and tell me what materials are needed to prepare hair erection agent."

His black hole-like eyes projected in William's direction, but the chilling gaze2 did not look at William, but stopped at Terry next to William.

I knew that the old bat wasn't going to just give up.

Good luck, Terry.

"Ah, yes, the materials that need to be used." Terry stood up tremblingly, he never expected Snape to ask his head.

His face was red and white, frightened by Snape. Originally, Terry had previewed what he was going to learn today, but I don't know if you have encountered this situation.

When you are suddenly asked a question unprepared, even if you remember solid knowledge, you will suddenly forget it for a moment, and no matter how hard you try to recall it, you can't remember it.

Not to mention Snape's cold eyes watching you, and the slightly curled corners of his mouth look so sarcastic.

That's what happened to Terry, he just felt like the knowledge he had hastily opened in the Great Hall this morning was like hide and seek, hiding with him, and no matter how desperately he tried to remember, he couldn't remember what the damn hair erection needed.

His eyes turned slightly to the right, where William was sitting.

Help me!

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