Although there was a flash of disappointment on Daphne's face, she nodded very understandingly, "It seems that your family has a good relationship." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Benjamin smiled and nodded.

After lunch, both Gryffindor and Slytherin rushed to the same classroom, the Potions classroom.

Neville and Frank both had expressions on their faces that were scared and dying.

Benjamin and Draco walked together, and he could see that Draco was not in a good mood, and he also looked at the students around him.

Harry, the three of them had been sneaky all along, as if that had been the case with the three of them since the last time Hermione came to him for help and Benjamin refused.

Benjamin was still very curious about what Hermione had asked Lockhart to give him that day.

Signature?

Benjamin shook his head, if it was just a signature, it wouldn't be that complicated, you just had to pinch your nose and compliment Lockhart against your will.

When Professor Snape walked into the classroom with a black robe that would never change, it marked the official start of Potions class.

Potions class, as usual, was held in a large underground classroom. Twenty cauldrons stood between each wooden table, and on neatly arranged tables were copper scales and jars of ingredients.

Professor Snape's grim face (perhaps he could see Draco or Benjamin be less serious) walked back and forth in a cloud of smoke.

He would crudely criticize the Gryffindor students' work, and then the Slytherin students would snicker gloatingly. Among them, Neville and Frank, since the two of them became friends, have become the most popular partners in Potions class.

Therefore, it is an eternal truth that fools attract fools. Professor Snape said causticly.

Draco was much more relaxed as Professor Snape's protégé, not to mention that his partner was Benjamin.

While Benjamin was silently drugged, Draco kept rolling his eyes at Ron and Harry. Draco was not tired of such provocations.

Ron and Harry knew that if they returned an eye for an eye, they would be locked up immediately, and they wouldn't even have time to shout "wronged".

At this time, Harry's swelling potion was so thin that Benjamin couldn't help frowning, Harry looked absent-minded, obviously using all his thoughts on more important things. But what would that be important?

Benjamin saw that Hermione wasn't so focused today, or she would have noticed that Ron hadn't chopped the rat's tail and threw it into the cauldron.

Professor Snape walked up to Harry, paused, and unsurprisingly began to mock Harry for his lack of water.

Harry just nodded groggily, neither retorting nor angry, and seemed almost not listening.

Professor Snape turned around in discouragement, and began to look at Neville and Frank.

Benjamin gently touched Draco with his elbow and whispered in his ear, "Do you think they look weird Harry today?"

As Draco listened, he propped his chin on his hand, as if he was thinking very seriously.

"You're quite right. Draco nodded, "They all looked very nervous, you see, Miss Jack-of-all-trades' hands were shaking the whole time. And Weasley's garbage is still messing around. ”

"You're very diligent in giving people nicknames. Benjamin commented speechlessly.

As the third member of their group, Goyle, as usual, was in charge of laughter and all sorts of rough work.

Professor Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron and said mockingly, "Longbottom, you're sure you're boiling medicine, I thought this was your grandmother's recipe for you!"

The classroom burst into laughter.

Frank looked embarrassed as he lowered his head and patted Neville on the shoulder, comforting the fat, somewhat stupid teenager.

However, Neville's eyes flashed with a sinister emotion.

Benjamin noticed, but he was immediately attracted to Hermione's small movements.

He saw Hermione pull the corner of Harry's coat and whisper something in Harry's ear at a rapid pace.

Harry gave a tangled expression, and Hermione immediately met Harry's gaze and nodded.

"Something seems to be going to happen. Benjamin whispered in Draco's ear, not thinking of intervening to stop it. He just wanted to know what the hell Hermione was trying to do.

Harry quickly bent down and hid behind his cauldron. Then, under the watchful eyes of Draco and Benjamin (Benjamin covered Draco's agitated mouth), he pulled out a string of Fred's homemade laborious fireworks from his pocket and quickly lit them with his wand.

In an instant, the fireworks began to hiss, in and out of Mars. "What the hell are they trying to do!" Draco said in surprise, not quite understanding why Benjamin was stopping him.

"I just want to know this, so I will stop you. "Benjamin is serious nonsense.

Harry knew he only had a few seconds, so he straightened up, took aim at his target, and threw the fireworks out. The pyrotechnics fell into Goyle's pot accurately.

Benjamin's crucible, of course.

"I remember we said it was Crabbe's Crucible. Hermione said a little angrily.

However, Goyle's decoction had exploded, and he poured it on the class. Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swollen potion.

Under Benjamin's instantaneous magic, he and Dratt were not doused in the face. Poor Goyle, now with his hands over his eyes, stumbled and scurried, his eyes swollen to the size of a lunch plate.

Professor Snape was desperate to silence everyone and figure out what was going on. In the midst of the chaos, Benjamin had been following Harry and Hermione, and he saw Hermione running to the back of the classroom with a puff of smoke.

Then Benjamin saw Hermione sneak out of the classroom.

"Quiet! quiet!" Snape roared, "The students who were splashed with the potion came to me to get the swelling agent. Wait until I figure out who did it......"

Harry couldn't help but laugh and looked at Goyle like a clown, rushing to the podium.

Half of the class was huddled around Snape's desk, some with arms swollen like mallets and unable to lift, others with so swollen mouths that they couldn't speak.

At this point, Benjamin saw Hermione slip back into the basement classroom, her clothes bulging out in front of her. When everyone had drunk the antidote and all the swelling had subsided, Snape walked briskly over to Goyle's cauldron and scooped out the twisted black ashes of fireworks with a spoon, and the classroom suddenly fell silent. "As soon as I find out who threw it," Snape whispered, "I'm going to fire that man." ”