On Friday morning, the three of them were having breakfast in the cafeteria, which was not easy, at least for the first four days they had been hungry for class.

"Don't be sullen Brandi, think of something happy." Harry looked at Brandi, who was poking a spoon at the cheese on his plate, with some concern, and subconsciously tried to comfort him. "It's not a bad thing that your wand has been confiscated, at least Professor McGonagall has given you a defacement assignment... That's four feet of parchment! ”

"yes~ a full four feet." Brandi waved his hand weakly. "Even with a wand, the practice of magic isn't a fun course for me, anyway..."

However, even with this justification, the two big words of depression were clearly printed on his face.

The fact that the wand was taken away was obviously not good news for Brandi......

It was true that he had been worried about his lack of mana, but that didn't mean he would dislike it after knowing that it might be the culprit for his misery. After all, this is the only wand in the entire Ollivander store willing to admit that he is a wizard, and from the first time Brandi touches it, he has already confirmed the tacit agreement and choice between him and it. Even if it may have a slight flaw, it's definitely not annoying enough to be sent to the institute for examination. Professor McGonagall, in particular, hinted at the possibility of disassembling the wand and testing the inner wand core for dark magic and curses.

So even if Hermione had done a good job of explaining to him how much a wand that had a mystical connection to him, often had a negative impact on the physical and mental wells of those who used it, and that prevented its owner from casting spells with other props, it would be similar to those dark wizards that would unconsciously kill their hosts. Moreover, Professor McGonagall also vowed to repeatedly assure that the formal dismantling inspection will definitely not affect future use. Brandi, who was full of grievances at the time, still didn't even believe the punctuation marks in her words......

He just glared at Hermione coldly, and without saying a word, he picked up his bag and left.

After calming down afterwards, Brandi also humbly admitted that everything Hermione did was actually for his good. It's just that I'm really thin-skinned and can't pull my head to find her and reconcile. So the following evening...... The two of them didn't say a word, and the scene was extremely stiff for a while.

"Okay~" Ron stopped Harry from continuing to poke Brandy's scar with a look of more than enough to do. "Compared to that, I think you two should pay a little attention to today's big trouble."

He took the class schedule in his hand to the two of them, and the previous Friday's class was circled by a large red pen, and there was a small line of small letters next to it.

"High energy ahead?" Brandi put aside his little annoyance for a moment, he read the small words word by word, and asked suspiciously, "Isn't it just two Potions classes with Slytherin?"

"Isn't that enough?" Ron's eyes widened when he heard this, and he looked like he had seen a ghost, "You don't know what Professor Snape is talking about!" I'm telling you, he's the Head of Slytherin! What are the Slytherins, and you don't know what they are? Look no further than Malfoy! And if the deans of the four houses are likely to be more or less biased towards their own students, Snape is simply ......"

"Stop!" Harry interrupted Ron with a confused expression. "Bias, you say? Why didn't I remember the days when Professor McGonagall was favored?"

"yes, didn't she kindly give you a four-foot Transfiguration assignment just a dozen hours ago..."

"Don't interrupt...... Well, actually, I admit that our dean seems to be a little different. Ron shook his head impatiently and ate the grilled sausage in two bites. You're not focusing on the right focus, right? I just want to say that Flitwick and Professor Sprout are biased, but at least respectful of students from other colleges. But Snape was different, he was in the dark! ”

"Hack? Can he criticize students from other houses for no reason?" Brandi said disapprovingly as he smeared butter and sugar on his toast.

"Don't say it!" Ron perked up and mysteriously stepped forward, "I heard that in the Potions class that Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff freshmen took together the day before yesterday, Snape taught everyone one by one, and scared the two Ravenclaw girls into tears!" ”

"Poof! Really?" Brandy's toast snapped and fell into the porridge bowl.

"Just kidding, you actually suspect my intelligence network? According to Fred and George, Professor Snape is psychopathic because he has not been able to get a vacancy as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for many years, and then he is psychopathic in anger, so he doesn't like everyone except this house..."

"That's the end of it......"

Harry stirred his share of cereal, rolling his face on the table with some concern. "I don't think Professor Snape liked me a little, and he stared at me with disgust at the opening ceremony...... It feels like the hatred of killing a father and taking a wife! How did I provoke him? ”

Brandi patted Harry on the shoulder meaningfully, "Maybe it's what Defence Against the Dark Arts professor you look like...... Success evokes the fond memories of Snape falling in love and killing each other~"

"Oh! Don't do this!!! ”

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Just then, the mail arrived. On the first day of breakfast. A hundred or so owls suddenly flew into the dining room, which really startled Brandy. These owls flew around the dining table until they found their respective owners, throwing letters or packages into their laps. But now he's not surprised.

No, no, he is not envious at all! Who let him keep a cat, although he can't do such a difficult action as helping himself to send a message, but after every day of class, Yale will honestly crouch at the top of the stairs, and when Brandy returns, he will come forward and put his front paws on his calf. Or roll on the floor and show her fluffy belly to spoil him, and Brandi is satisfied enough. At least Hedwig would never have been able to roll on the ground.

So far, Brandi hadn't seen Hedwig bring anything to Harry. Sometimes it flew in to peck Harry's ear and ask for a small sip of toast, then flew back to the owl house and slept with the other owls on campus. But this morning, it fluttered its wings and landed between the jam pan and the sugar jar, placing a note on Harry's plate. Harry immediately opened the note curiously.

"How?" Brandi asked curiously, stroking Hedwig's feathers as she chirped pleasantly. Brandi tried to feed it the potatoes on the table, but it didn't seem to be to Hedwig's taste...... The latter pushed Brandy's fork away with his wings and gently pecked Brandy's fingers with his beak.

"Hagrid said let me come over for tea this afternoon...... Harry said. Are you two interested? ”

"Oh! Of course! That's Hagrid~ I want to say hello as soon as I get off the train! Ron nodded his head without hiding the curiosity and adoration in his eyes. That block! It's so handsome! I really don't know what to eat to be so high! ”

Being able to grow up to three meters tall has nothing to do with food...... Brandi pursed his lips, expressing some concern about Ron's IQ.

"Oh? We all agree, okay, let's go together. ”

He borrowed a quill from Ron and hurriedly wrote on the back of the note, "Okay, I'd love to, Brandi and Ron will go with you too, see you soon." Then he let Hedwig, who was reluctant to leave Brandy's grasp, fly away.

"Hey! Wait...... Brandi stared at Harry with wide eyes, gesturing his fingers over his chest. "What about my opinion! I just seem to have been inexplicably represented! ”

…………

In fact, it wasn't until they actually experienced a trip to Potions class that the three of them realized how unobjective George and Fred's previous evaluation of Snape was......

It's even more terrible than they say!

Potions classes are held in an underground classroom. It's exactly what a Slytherin is, damp and cold. Inside the long dark passages, there are torches with faint blue flames every few meters, and glass jars are placed along the walls, and the soaking of taxidermy insides is even more terrifying.

Snape, like Flitwick, picked up the roster as soon as class started, and like Flitwick, he would stop when Harry's name was called. But it's clearly not reverence......

That's right, things are really going in the direction that Brandi said...... Even Brandy, who was from a bystander's angle, could clearly feel that Harry was real, and that he was completely targeted by Snape.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival—the famous character." ”

Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle laughed with their hands over their mouths. The voice was not small, and could be heard clearly even from afar, but Snape was like no one else, and when he finished the roll call, he looked up at the class, his eyes as dark as Hagrid's, but not as warm as Hagrid's. His eyes were cold and hollow, more like two tunnels in total darkness.

"You've come here to learn the exact science and rigor of this potion." He spoke, almost a little louder than a whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said. Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order effortlessly. "Since there is no stupid waving of a wand here, many of you will not believe that it is magic. I don't expect you to really comprehend the beauty of the smoky cauldron that simmers and wafts its fragrance, you don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the thrilling, disorienting magic that I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew glory, and even stop death—but one thing must be that you are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter. ”

As soon as he heard this, Brandi knew that something was going to happen, and sure enough, Snape flipped through Harry's sign without hesitation.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly said, "What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" ”

Narcissus root powder added to wormwood infusion? Powerful sleeping pills? Brandi wasn't quite sure where he had seen it.

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was, and the scene was very awkward.

"I don't know, sir." Harry said.

Snape pursed his lips disdainfully.

"Tsk, tsk - it seems that fame doesn't mean everything."

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it? ”

Harry didn't seem to know what a bezoar was. Gotcha...... This quiz game is not playable at all, can Snape ask him to memorize all the contents of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms? Brandi shuddered at the sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle's laughter.

"I don't know, sir. But ......"

"Listen to the question! Porter! ……”

Snape seemed to have made up his mind not to give Harry a chance to defend himself, and whenever Harry wanted to say something other than I didn't know, Snape would quickly interrupt him, and then ask him one strange question after another, until Harry simply stood alone in the classroom without saying a word, and completely typed GG.

"I don't think you opened a book before school started, did you, Potter?" Snape cracked the corners of his mouth...... A smile full of malice. "Gryffindor deducts a point for your stupidity."

It's not fair! Brandi angrily tried to stand up and theorize, but felt a pain in his calf, and kicked him hard at the table.

"So now...... Work in pairs, follow the steps on the blackboard, and put the finished scabies potion into a flask for me before the end of class. Remember, is to follow the steps exactly! If I see that you didn't follow the steps......" Snape waved his wand, and the dense manipulation appeared on the blackboard.

"The materials are in the cabinet in the corner, go get it yourself......" waved his wand lazily again, and several cabinets in the corner suddenly opened by themselves. What are you doing in a daze! Don't go yet! ”

At this time, there were finally two more embarrassed people on the field. Watching everyone pass by Brandy's desk, and Hermione, who sat quietly beside her with a small face, seemed to have made up her mind not to speak first. Brandi was in a slightly mixed mood...... After struggling for a long time, he finally spoke stiffly. "That'...... I've gone over to get the materials, I'll process them later, and you can boil them... Won't it?"

“…… Hmm, okay. Hermione said.