Unlike the jubilant students who couldn't wait for the holidays, the more nervous and anxious McGoth became more and more at the end, which indicated that Snape's assessment was just a few days away, and he obviously underestimated the difficulty of Occlumency, even with Snape's annotation, he had only a very low chance of successfully using the spell so far, and it didn't last, he didn't know if it was learned or not.

Harry and the others both knew what he was going to face next, sympathy and pity and a snicker at him. McGoth wasn't in the mood to bother with the two gloating friends. As for Hermione, she reassured him that it was good to be able to use this spell once in a while in less than a month, but she still hadn't succeeded yet? Ever since McGoth had told her about Quirrell that night, she had apparently been much better with him, at least now she was in favor of him against Quirrell, and often borrowed some books from the library to read about the defense of the dark arts, just in case. No way, Quirrell only disciplines spells, and don't count on him as for how to protect against the dark arts.

This Christmas, Harry and Ron, including Ron's three older brothers, are staying in school as in the original book, Hermione and McGoth are going back, Ron also ran over and told him if he wanted to go to Romania with his parents to see Charlie, and when he asked him, McGoth remembered that he said he wanted to go there when school started, but he remembered that McGoth said that he was bored to go alone, and wait for the next time they all go together.

What is very contrary to the original book now is that Harry and Ron are less cynical from Malfoy, and of course, no one will know about this. Malfoy has changed so much that no one else can see it, but McGoth knows how different Malfoy, who still doesn't seem likable, from the original book. In fact, Malfoy once invited McGoth to his house, but he refused when he asked his father.

The closer we get to Christmas, the colder it gets, and lately even the fires in the Gryffindor common room and the roaring fire in the auditorium still make them feel the bitter cold of winter, the wind blowing through the hallways is biting, and the windows of the classrooms are rattling with the wild cold wind.

There was a Potions class at the end of the afternoon, and Harry and Ron felt that taking Potions class in this weather was a sin of it, and the mist that came out of their mouths often made them accidentally take the wrong herb or the wrong amount, which meant their failure, and failure meant deducting points and taunting, and he didn't tolerate Gryffindor at all because he liked McGoss, and he still took the opportunity to find trouble as before, especially for Harry. This made Harry even more annoying to Snape, and he couldn't understand how Magos could put up with such a person, even more unbearable than his Aunt Vernon.

Today is no exception, they are refining a potion that can treat burns today, Harry is going not to give Snape any chance to have a seizure today, he carefully sorted the herbs he needs by weight, and then tried not to block his vision whenever he was angry, so that he really allowed him to complete the potion without mistakes, and he showed a smug look at McGoth and them, saying that he would escape this time.

However, he was very sad that he didn't know that for a teacher who was bent on finding fault with you, there was no such thing as a chance. Snape walked up to Harry's side with a grim face, revealing his trademark sneer. Magos visibly saw Harry's face suddenly bitter.

"Look...... Look at our Mr. Potter, how clever he is to arrange the weights and priorities in advance. His words drew the attention of both Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the Slytherin's gloating laughter and Gryffindor's helpless sigh showed what they meant—again.

"I wonder if the clever Mr. Potter can use this method to refine high-grade potions and unknown potions?" After saying that, Snape looked at him coldly, "Don't think you have any tricks and ......."

"Professor, I don't have ......"

"Mr. Potter ignored classroom discipline, and Gryffindor deducted one point." Harry was interrupted by a sneer from Snape.

"I knew it." Ron mumbled under his feet next to McGoss.

"Potions are a rigorous and undisciplined science." He glanced around the room, and Slytherin stopped laughing, and sat upright as if someone else had just laughed, and Gryffindor listened to Snape with his head down.

"The more advanced the potions, the more difficult it is to find the patterns in them, and the steps and sequences of those potions you see in the books have been exchanged for the lives of countless senior wizards. This is for you to learn from the experience, not for your self-righteousness to be complacent with this. McGoth didn't know if it was delusional, but when Snape said the last sentence, he felt like he was glancing at him.

After Snape finished speaking, he sneered and left Harry's side, Harry's mood was obviously very bad now, but this was the same for anyone, and he finally completed the task assigned by the teacher, but not only was he not praised, but also used as a counterexample to warn other students, McGoth felt that it was good that he didn't stand up and go crazy on the spot.

Snape paused past Hermione and McGoth, then walked over to Neville, who was working on a potion, as if he hadn't seen the potions they had finished.

Neville was also a bitter fellow, and he should have been able to make this potion, but unfortunately he was too nervous because Snape was standing next to him and watching him refine the potion, so he hurriedly threw the herbs around him without looking at it, and the result was self-evident.

"Bang ......," the hapless child screamed in pain. Snape angrily asked Seamus and Dean to take him to the school hospital, a scene so familiar that McGoth felt that Snape had gone too far this time. But before he could speak, Hermione stood up angrily.

"Professor Snape, Neville was clearly able to succeed just now, and if it weren't for you standing next to him and making him too nervous, he wouldn't have failed."

Snape's eyes narrowed at someone questioning his authority, "It's Miss Jack-of-all-trades." His title to Hermione made the Slytherin students laugh again. Hermione's face flushed.

"You mean that in the future, he will need to empty all the people around him to make potions? Just to make him succeed in refining a potion to heal burns? Snape's words caused Slytherin to burst out laughing. Hermione looked like she was about to cry when she was so angry with him. Magos quickly stood up.

"Professor Snape, Hermione didn't mean that."

"Mr. Will, watch out for who you are." Snape suddenly said loudly. "Gryffindor deducts five more points, this is a punishment for your disrespect to the professor, okay, sit down, no one can publish questions without my permission in the future."

Looking at Snape's indifferent face, McGoth reluctantly pulled Hermione to sit down. For the rest of the day, Gryffindor was powerless in making potions, Harry and Ron were no longer in the mood to talk secretly, and Hermione kept making potions with a cold face, and this strange atmosphere lasted until the end of Potions class.

"Mr. Will will come to my office later, and the class will be over." Snape said coldly, shook off his robe, and walked straight out of the classroom. The atmosphere in the classroom eased a lot, and the Slytherins now turned their gloating gaze to McGoth and whispered away. Malfoy and Osido gave him a worried look, but said nothing, and walked out of the classroom with the rest of the Slytherins. With Slytherin gone, Gryffindor gathered around McGoth and discussed what Snape had asked him to do in his office, but no matter what they guessed, the common understanding was that nothing was good.

McGoth sent the other classmates away, looking at Hermione, who was still silent, with some concern, "Hermione, you're okay." ”

"I'm fine." Hermione gave an ugly smile, "Go to the office, I'm guessing he's here to test your Occlumency." I'll go back first. After saying that, he picked up the book on the table and walked out.

"Harry, Ron, look at her, Professor Snape went too far today." McGoth called Harry and Ron, who were also unhappy, and told them to follow Hermione away. He took a deep breath and walked to Snape's office.

After entering the door, Snape didn't talk nonsense, and said coldly that if the Dementor Mind didn't feel anything for a person who didn't have the defenses of Sihao, it was just a headache at most. But if it is for a person who has used occlusion, it is not a simple headache, but a pain as if someone has forcibly pried open the skull.

Hearing his words, Magos looked horrified, Nima, just tell me now, is it too late for me to regret it now......

However, Snape apparently didn't give him a chance to regret it, and coldly told him to use Occlumency. However, I don't know if McGoth was frightened by his words, and failed to succeed several times in a row, but when Snape's face became more and more ugly, he finally allowed himself to forget his fear for a while, and successfully cast this spell.

Snape frowned and looked at the bland McGoss, "This is the Occlumency technique you mastered?" After saying that, he used his soul dementorship on him without warning.

McGoth's papier-mâché occlusion was broken in an instant, and he screamed and fell to the ground with his head in his hands.

Snape seemed genuinely uninterested in his memories, and stopped his dementorship after breaking his cerebral occlusion, staring blankly at Mygoth, who was screaming.

McGoth held his head and felt like it had been in pain for a century, and his brain felt like it had been blown into a pulp. Confused, it took a long time for me to remember that I was in Snape's office.