The freshmen in Potions class are suffering......

Snape seemed to be a little angry, and he frequently went from one young wizard to another, his robes rustling on the ground. The noise and terrible aura made everyone even more upset, and from time to time someone turned over the reagent bottle or made a mistake due to nervousness and trembling.

However, there are still people who can survive this raging storm. The reason, of course, was that the storm did not affect him at all.

"Look, that's what I want!" Snape's voice sounded in the distance, and almost everyone didn't think that with Snape's temper today, there would be someone who would be praised by him! The event itself is logically impossible. So even in the intense boiling work, everyone still raised their heads one after another, curiously looking around for the source of the sound.

Snape was standing at a table by the window, holding a flask with a thick, transparent liquid emitting a thick mist.

"Ha, yes! It's perfect, Slytheringa ten! Snape raised the flask higher in his hand so that everyone could see it, "Look at this, turn the heat to high after thirteen minutes, and remove the flask when the slug mucus is about to start misting, this is the most effective way to cook the slug slime, worthy of the best Slytherin, Malfoy." ”

Malfoy looked up proudly, smugly at the malicious gazes from all directions.

"Huh...... He's embarrassed! It was obvious that Brandy's side had the same effect just now, and Snape didn't even fart as if he was blind. Harry sullenly stirred the suspiciously green glow in the cauldron and spat at Ron.

Ron ignored him, his face was weeping, looking at the liquid in the cauldron, the green fluorescence reflected Ron's wrinkled face, which looked extremely weird. "Do you think you still have time to say this? I bet, Harry, didn't you just pay attention to Malfoy's stupid face...... At this time, the potion should be dark blue, ah, soul light! ”

"What?" Harry turned his head in surprise and looked at the steps on the blackboard, then turned pale. "Oh shit, I forgot to stir three times clockwise and four times counterclockwise......"

At this time, the sound of something being knocked to the ground suddenly came from behind the two of them, and the sound of a bang startled everyone, and then, a familiar voice was screaming. Green smoke rose from the table and the ground with a terrible sizzling sound.

Neville somehow burned Seamus's cauldron into a crooked shape, and the cauldron was knocked to the ground, and colorful potions were sprinkled on the floor, eroding the bluestone brick floor into small holes one by one, and the shoes of the people closest to them were burned out.

Within seconds, with Neville as the center, the students within the two tables jumped onto the stool like rabbits. Neville was splattered with potions, and the exposed parts of his arms and legs were covered in red, swollen scabies, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape walked briskly, waved his wand, and swept away the potion that had been spilled on the ground.

"The brain is a good thing, but unfortunately you don't, I think you probably didn't put the porcupine thorns in the pot without opening it from the fire! Isn't it? ”

Neville was so painful that he couldn't even speak, and dense scabies suddenly appeared on his face, neck, and even nose.

"Professor! He needs to go to Madame Bombed for treatment! Can I take him to the upper ward? Seamus ducked away and asked timidly.

Snape was about to say yes, but then something suddenly came to his mind, and a sneer overflowed from his lips. "I don't think so, aren't the two learned students of Gryffindor just in time to complete the perfect scabies potion! It just so happens that the potion doesn't have to be wasted, just bring it to him and drink it. ”

"What? But the professor ...... It's obvious..."Seamus looked worriedly at Brandy's side, who was stirring the cauldron hard, Hermione was constantly adjusting the heat, and the two were so busy that they didn't even have the energy to pay attention to what was happening in the classroom right now. A mist was rising from their cauldrons, and it was impossible to see what color was inside. "If their potion works ......"

"That's not my concern, Mr. Finigan." Snape pursed his lips, as if innocent, "Since Mr. Barton can swear that his potion is absolutely fine, of course I, as a professor, have to give some necessary trust. If there's a problem with drinking their potions, it's your Gryffindor business. ”

He turned around and walked over to Brandi and Hermione, who were following Hermione's instructions to add the snaketooth powder needed for the last step to the cauldron, and the potion in the cauldron suddenly tumbled violently, and after a dense burst of bubbles, finally took on a faint blue color. Collecting the potion from the cauldron into a glass bottle, Brandi wiped the sweat from his head...... He was so nervous that his hands were shaking as he poured the potion, and at least half of it was poured to the ground.

"Mission accomplished, Professor Snape......" Hermione took the potion, just in time to meet Snape's somewhat surprised look. Judging by the color and clarity, the potion must be fine. ”

Snape's face darkened and he didn't say a word, he took the vial, poured a tablespoon of potion out of it, and poured it into Neville's weeping mouth as the crowd watched nervously. Immediately, the red and swollen scabies on the body quickly subsided.

The joy of that moment overwhelmed Brando's indifference, and he turned back excitedly and clapped his hands in celebration with Hermione, who was also excited. The two of them blushed with excitement.

"Oh!!! Long live Hermione ~ Long live Brandy ~ " The lion cubs, who had been suppressed for a long time, erupted in excited cheers, and many people secretly noticed that Snape's face turned iron blue, as if they had swallowed a juicy fly.

"Enough! Give me quiet! With a roar, and the silence in the classroom was immediately deathly, and even a needle could be heard clearly on the ground, Snape took a deep breath and glanced at Brandi and Hermione with great disgust, as if they had some deep hatred for himself.

"Gryffindor deducts five points for making noise in class for no reason." He said coldly, and at the same time, the deep eyes like a black hole looked at Brandi with resentment, and at that moment, Brandi's body was cold, as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity. "Barely effective, Mr. Barton, who pretends to be smart. If it weren't for that ever-obsessed Miss Know-It-all who suddenly remembered to turn down the heat when she added snake tooth powder at the last step, you would have been lying on the cold floor and crying like that little tear bag at Longbottom! ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor Snape, I just firmly trust my companion to help me make up for my mistakes." Brandi owed, "Besides, I don't think Neville's crying is a sign of cowardice, at least if I had been in that kind of pain, I might have cried worse than him." ”

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As the bell rang for the end of class, the rest of the Potions practice was finally over, much to Harry and Ron's relief, as an enraged Snape threw his sleeves and left as soon as the class was announced, without even asking the students to hand in their results.

Although Neville's scabies had been cured, Brandi thought that the two of them might not have enough of the potions, and considering the possibility of recurrence later, Simone finally sent Neville, who was crying silently, to the school hospital for an examination. Until he was dragged away by Seamus, Neville kept holding Brandi and Hermione's hands, moved to tears, but thanked Hermione repeatedly, making Hermione embarrassed, and shrunk silently behind Brandy with a shy face.

"I think I'm mistaken............" Brandi sighed helplessly as Neville left, looking at his hands covered in snot and tears. In a way, Neville is a little tear pack...... Anyway, didn't we go too far this time, Gryffindor actually deducted ten points for a class! We haven't earned enough 10 points in the first grade so far! He carefully recalled the progress of the whole class, and then exclaimed, dumbfounded.

"Don't mention it...... It's eleven minutes......" Harry covered his forehead, his face full of grievance. "I just got a blood as soon as I came up. You're right, Brandi, I'll probably need to take a look at the pictures of the people who have been Defence Against the Dark Arts professorships at Hogwarts for a few years......"

He pitifully pressed his hair, "I'm really starting to wonder if it's because I'm too hateful." ”

"Don't do that, Harry." Ron patted Harry on the back, "Snape was unreasonable. Cheer up. If he doesn't deduct Gryffindor points in class one day, he's sick. ”

"Speaking of which, it's time for us to meet Hagrid. Let's go, Brandi. ”

Harry and Ron walked down the stairs, giving Brandi a look to follow.

Brandi thought for a moment, and he looked at Hermione. “…… Well, I'm trying to say, or you..."

"Don't dream, I'm not going to run to the edge of the Forbidden Forest with a bunch of stupid people against the sun just to see a big man." Hermione rolled her eyes, not even giving Brandy a chance to finish. "Besides, I don't know you very well......"

“…… Also. Brandi sighed a little lonely. He waved his hand and walked out.

"Wait for the next cloudy day, if you sincerely invite me, let's talk about it!"

Without waiting for Brandi to react, Hermione snorted contrivedly, turned her back, and walked away briskly with the book in her hand.