Ron reprepared with some frustration, and although it was not difficult to cut these roots of various sizes neatly, it made Ron very irritable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But Malfoy was clearly not going to stop there, and Harry, who had only affected Ron for now.

"Also, sir, I need someone to peel my figs for me. Malfoy said, his voice filled with malicious laughter.

"Potter, you can peel a fig for Malfoy. Snape said, giving Harry a look of disgust that he had kept for Harry.

Harry took Malfoy's figs as Ron began to try to fix the roots he now had to use. Harry peeled the fig as quickly as he could. Throw it to Malfoy across the table, without saying a word. Malfoy's smile grew more and more maliciously.

"Hey, Potter......" Malfoy whispered, Vanlin swore that Snape would hear it, but Professor Snape didn't mean to stop it. He's far away from here, he's looking for a point deduction, Neville is a good choice, and so can Seamus.

"Hey......" Malfoy continued to scream, but Harry didn't mean to look up.

"Don't do that, Potter ......," Malfoy said jokingly, his tone full of Malfoy-esque mockery.

"I think there's something I've got you very interested in...... "Malfoy pretended to be deep, "what about your filthy friend with the blood of giants, Rubeus Hagrid, and that damn stupid bird...... Oh...... Right...... Buckbeak: yes. ”

"What do you want to do?" Harry jerked his head up, anyone could hear the anger in his words, his voice was a little loud, and it caught the attention of those around him, but Professor Snape didn't seem to hear it at all, he turned his back to them, and Snape was ...... Neville one-on-one Deduct points.

"Interested this time, Potter?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, or I won't let you go, if anything happens to Hagrid......" Harry said angrily, slapping his things on the table.

"It's horrible...... Malfoy pretended to tremble, looking like he was imitating Neville, which of course angered Harry even more......

"He's finished, Potter ......"

"What did you say?" Harry asked incredulously, "what did you do?"

"I'm afraid he won't be able to be a teacher again," said Malfoy, feigning sorrow, "and my dad is upset that I've been hurt—"

"Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real thing. Ron growled.

“...... He has already complained to the school administrators. I also complained to the Ministry of Magic. My dad was an influencer, you know. And a trauma like this that doesn't get good old......" Malfoy sighed alike, "and who knows what will happen if my arm never gets back to its original shape?"

"So you're pretending like this," said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar as his hands trembled with rage, "to find a way to get Hagrid expelled." ”

"Well," Malfoy said, his voice low as a whisper, "partly so, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley, cut the caterpillar for me. ”

"It's a shame...... "Malfoy continued, "and less than a week into school, our Magical Beasts Protection professor is going to be fired...... It's really an unfortunate thing......"

Wishing Malfoy was the caterpillar under his hand, Ron slashed with his knife, the blade slashing across the table with a discordant tearing sound.

"Of course...... And the big stupid bird......" Malfoy lowered his voice again, "you think it's going to be better, Potter?"

"......" Harry gasped as he wanted to punch Malfoy in the face right now.

"You know, it's a brute, and he's hurt a noble pure-blood wizard...... Guess what it will be, Potter?"

Malfoy laughed, Harry's anger brought him great satisfaction, and so did Hermione, who startled Van Lin by cutting off a large chunk of her daisy root in one fell swoop.

A few seats away from them, Neville was in trouble, receiving a one-on-one ...... from Snape Poisonous tongue.

Neville always had a nervous breakdown in Potions class, Potions was the worst class he had ever learned, and things were ten times worse because he was so afraid of Snape.

His potion, which was supposed to be a bright green acid, turned out to become—"Orange, Longbottom." Snape said, scooping a little out with a spoon and letting it splash back into the cauldron so everyone could see it. "Orange. Tell me, idiot, has something penetrated into this thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, very clearly, that it only takes a drop of rat bile? Didn't I say plainly that a little leech juice is enough? How can I tell you to understand, Longbottom?"

Nasung's face turned pink, and he was shaking. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Sir," said Hermione, "sir, shall I help him change it?"

"I didn't ask you to show off, Miss Granger. Snape said coldly, and Hermione's face turned as red as Neville with anger.

"Longbottom, before class ends today, we're going to feed your toad a few drops of this potion and see what happens. Maybe doing so will encourage you to make this potion well. ”

Snape walked away, leaving Neville there to scare the six gods. "Help me!" he groaned to Hermione.

"Neville......" Van Lin whispered, his hand controlling his note and flying in Neville's direction.

But Snape seemed to regain his keen sense at this time, and with a movement of his fingers, Van Lin's notes returned uncontrollably back to Van Lin's desk, and Van Lin could not pick them up at all now.

"You too......" said Snape coldly, "I suppose you can complete the potion without relying on notes." ”

"But, Professor Snape......," said Van Linn anxiously, "Nevita ......"

"Longbottom doesn't need to receive any kind of help, it's teaching, and it helps that pig brain at Longbottom to remember...... All right...... Maybe I'm thinking too much......" Snape said sarcastically, "now, concentrate on preparing your potions, and if you don't get it done before class, I don't mind spilling your failed potions into your dinner!"

For a moment, all the little wizards didn't dare to look around, and Snape really would do that.