As Snape's voice fell, the young wizards finally felt the same oppression they had felt at the beginning of the lesson.

Glancing at Professor Snape, who was standing at the edge of the podium with a blank face, the young wizards who had been gathered around Elena's seat shrank their heads in fear, panicked, and returned to their seats to begin the actual operation practice.

The classroom resounded with a cacophony of turning pages, handling ingredients, and whispering discussions.

In the midst of this noise, Snape turned his head, glanced at Elena, who was cleaning up the table behind him, raised his eyebrows, as if he did not see the sullen look on the girl's face, and said in a calm tone:

"And Elena, so do you. Repeat the previous steps to reinforce and deepen the impression. ”

After what he had just observed, Snape was confident that Elena would have been able to carry out the operation without his guidance—but not necessarily for the little ones who were doing it for the first time.

Therefore, the most important purpose of Elena, who is located in the front row of the classroom, is to provide a standard operation demonstration for the rest of the first graders, so that the little ones can adjust their own incorrect posture and behavior at any time.

The lessons in the Potions classroom continued.

With the new teaching objectives in place, the atmosphere in the classroom was restored - although it was slightly different from the usual Potions class, but it was undeniably a learning atmosphere.

With a wave of his wand, Snape displayed the new operation process on a large piece of parchment at the front, which wrote down the instructions for making the [French baked snails] one by one in the format of the potion configuration instructions.

Then, dragging his long black cloak, Snape began to walk among the students, watching them use knives, how they steamed and gutted snails, how they ground onions and garlic, correcting their incorrect movements and stupidity.

Although the main format of the course was to simulate the handling of potions materials involved in the Scabies Potion through simple cooking exercises (Snape would never admit that it was a cooking class), Snape's requirements were still quite strict—even more stringent than the regular Potions class.

Potions is a very sophisticated discipline, and once you develop some wrong operating habits, if you want to change them back in the future teaching process, the cost and energy you need to pay may be several times or even dozens of times the current one.

As a result, Snape walked up and down the classroom over and over again, mercilessly pointing out the mistakes of the young wizards, in a cold and stern tone. If it weren't for the previous sensory buffer, many of the little ones who were fragile in their hearts would have almost been reprimanded to cry directly.

"Albert Crewe, did you break your wrist, or are you hallucinating?"

Snape narrowed his eyes and said in an extremely dangerous tone, "I remember never teaching you to cut potions with a knife behind your back in such an idiot position. If I ever see you playing with knives in class again, I'll let you go to the Hogwarts kitchen and cut up a week's worth of meat. ”

"Very good...... Dear Miss Disya, please tell me. Snape's thin lips pursed, and a cold voice squeezed out between his teeth, "What are you doing now?"

"Clean and clean the snails. Dear Professor Snape, Al Disya, who was concentrating on cleaning the snails, shuddered, raised his head, and replied cautiously, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oh, yes, I thought you were bathing your pet snail. ”

Snape raised his eyebrows indifferently, snorted softly, and said coldly.

"From the moment you step into this classroom, it's potion material. If you're afraid of hurting it, you can grab the cauldron and leave the classroom now. The really smart thing to do is to end its life cleanly, as Elena did, and not waste its value so that it doesn't end up in the garbage. ”

Like Elena?

Al Disya turned her head to look at the little silver-haired witch in front of the workbench next to the podium, and happened to see Elena raise her wand with great skill, and with a flash of magical light, the small pile of carefree and slow crawling snails instantly curled up and stopped motionless on the table.

"I—I see. ”

The little witch from Ravenclaw held back the tears in her eyes, nodded, picked up the brush with a determined face and brushed it vigorously on the snail in her hand, and replied with a choked throat biting her lip.

"Don't worry, Professor, I'll finish them no matter what. Definitely not going to fall out. ”

？？？

Snape frowned in some confusion, though the results were largely correct. But did the kid misunderstand something—perhaps he shouldn't have used Elena Kaslana as an example in the first place.

"Actually, I mean ......"

Just as Snape was about to elaborate a little more, a crying scream erupted from the side of the room.

Snape had to stop his words and quickly turned away.

In the midst of his slightly distracted words, a clumsy Ravenclaw student accidentally cut his finger while cutting parsley.

Bright red blood poured out of the little wizard's wound in an instant, and a small commotion quickly spread from the classroom - the most important thing was that the little guy was sobbing and squeezing the wound with his hand hard, which made the blood flow faster.

"Idiot!"

Snape roared and walked over quickly, his black robes raised like a bat with outstretched wings, waving his wand to stop the little one's wounds, and shouting mercilessly.

"Are you hungry and want to taste yourself? How many times have I said that when cutting, the fingers of the left hand holding the potion material must be curled up and pressed against the blade with your knuckles. Instead of stupidly sending your fingers under the blade!"

Bang dang dang ~~~

However, before he could wait, the trembling little wizard replied, and there was another exclamation at the other end of the classroom, and a series of ping-pong sounds......

A reckless Hufflepuff freshman didn't wait for the cauldron to cool down, but moved the cauldron with his hands, only to be burned so hard that the cauldron naturally fell to the ground and the boiling water spilled all over the ground.

And the reckless little devil who caused all this was now tearfully holding his reddened palms and blowing for air.

"When you move the crucible, you dare not wear gloves, do you think you are a half-dragon? Or do you think that as long as you move fast enough, the temperature will not have time to reach your hands?!"

Snape took a deep breath, frowned and roared, waving his wand to remove the boiling water from the floor as he raced toward the other end of the classroom.

Cuts and burns are arguably the most common accidents in Potions lessons.

However, at this time, Snape discovered another benefit of using ordinary ingredients to simulate training - at least whether it was a burn or a knife wound, since there was no magic potion involved, it would be much easier and more convenient to deal with in an emergency.

As time went on, Rao Snape also began to have some dry throats and was distracted...... After all, no matter how smart a student is, the first practical operation will produce all kinds of mistakes, and he has to be vigilant at all times to nip all accidents in the bud as much as possible.

But fortunately, at least one child does not have to worry at all......

Speaking of which, I don't know when it began, Elena's neat and melodious chopping sound had stopped, so that Snape couldn't tell where Elena was by the sound.

Snape gasped slightly, looked in the direction of the podium with some curiosity, and his face suddenly changed—

"Elena Kaslana, what are you doing?!"

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Mutter.

The content of the PS is, not counting the money.

The first chapter, I may not have time to add it today. I owe a chapter first.

Because Fat Chicken wants to save the previous disappeared chapters, after all, all the chapters before 5.20 are gone, and Fat Chicken can only manually turn out those interesting ones in the writer's backstage and save them as much as possible.

It's still five hundred chapters to say more.

Now I owe a more chapter (244 chapters of addition), 2K words~

Dear round-faced fat chickens, did you give the cute [Elena Kaslana] a heart today?

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