"And, Weasley, why did you bring your big rat to class again?"

Professor Snape really went out of his way to deduct points from Gryffindor, and his eyes were still on Rolf sitting in Hufflepuff.

It seems that Rolf didn't give him a chance to deduct points, which made him feel quite unhappy?

Rolf suddenly seemed to think of some way to break Snape's gaze, and hurriedly said, "Professor, how about we make a bet?

With that, Rolf winked at Professor Snape. Snape immediately understood, and then said with a smile on his face:

"Of course, Mr. Scamander, what are you going to bet with me?"

Ron secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that his poor Blob was about to be ravaged by Lord Snape again, oh, my poor Blob!

"How about betting that the potion you taught us has side effects? "That's right, Rolf has a plan to kill three birds with one stone.

One bird is an unlimited supply of Snape's elixir, one bird is Snape's amiable mode for a month, and another bird is to relieve the hidden danger of spots.

After all, it's not always so reassuring for him to stay with Harry, and speaking of which, he's also an accomplice to Cedric's death?

Harry was immediately upset when he heard that Rolf was going to bet on his women's clothes.

But when he heard that he was actually betting with Snape on his teaching results, he immediately shut his mouth, after all, he still wanted to see Snape get deflated.

Snape had been triumphantly fantasizing about being able to spend a month with Harry, but when he heard Rolf's words, he immediately became unhappy.

"How is that possible? you're questioning the professionalism of a Potions master!" he said, picking up the big mouse in front of him.

Then he poured the potion he had taken out of nowhere, as if to let them know that I, Snape, Master Potions!!!

Then while pouring the medicine, he said, "If my medicine has no side effects, Harley will be a woman for a month!"

But if it's like you're going to do it, I'll give you permission not to take my classes for a month!

Ron was stunned when he saw it!Wait!What did Snape do just now?What did he do to my Spotted!

"NO!!!" Ron let out a heart-rending shout, then immediately stood up, "Give me back Spotted!"

But before Ron could do it, Spotted suddenly hung in the air, and the class watched as its little black body writhed wildly.

Harry was excited, oh my god! Side effects! I don't have to take Potions class for the next month?

Ron yelled, "Spotted, Spotted, what's wrong with you?" and burst into tears.

I saw the big mouse fall down and fall to the floor of the classroom, followed by another dazzling flash, and then ......

A head magically appeared on the ground, and then his limbs stretched out, and after a while, a man stood where Spotted had been, wincing and wringing his hands.

The classroom exploded in an instant, and Professor Snape looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and couldn't help but ask three questions: Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?

The man was short, not much taller than the little wizards in the house, and he had thin, pale hair that was unkempt and a bald chunk on the top of his head, a bit like a kappa in Japanese mythology.

He looks like an obese person who has lost a lot of weight in a short period of time due to illness or something.

His skin was dirty, almost the same as the fur he had had when he had become spotted, and his pointed nose and watery eyes had the hallmarks of a mouse.

He looked at everyone, breathing a little short and weak.

"You...... You are...... Peter?" Professor Snape forgot what he was going to say for a moment, but he could tell that he had received a hundred million critical hits.

Peter Pettigrew's voice was also high-pitched, and he raised his hands awkwardly, as if to say hello to Snape.

His eyes quickly looked over the door again, "Hello, Snape, we haven't seen you for a long time!"

"Professor, catch him, he's going to run!" Rolf immediately reminded Snape, who was still in a daze, as if he hadn't figured out the situation.

He immediately contacted Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall on his owl magic watch to inform them of some minor incidents in Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

Professor Snape's eyes widened in surprise, he still held the small flask in his hand, and in his other hand, after receiving Rolf's prompting, reflexively cast a petrification charm.

I saw that the man, who was like a cabbage worm, writhing around and seemed to want to change the mouse again, was fixed there, maintaining a splitting motion.

At this moment, the bell finally rang, and Snape didn't seem to be able to recover yet, but he still remembered that the lesson should have given the young wizards some homework.

"Each of you writes a paper and gives it to me on how to identify and kill werewolves.

This topic should be written on two pieces of parchment and handed in on Monday morning. Someone should be in charge of this class. ”

It's actually this time, and he hasn't forgotten to arrange Professor Lupin's affairs, this Snape is really enough to hold a grudge.

When the little wizards heard this, they began to pack up their books neatly, and then left the classroom together.

Of course, on the social networks of the magic watch, the little wizards are in full swing to pass on the video that someone has just taken.

It wasn't long before Professor McGonagall scurried in, followed by a stern-looking Professor Dumbledore.

"What's going on?" Professor McGonagall stared blankly at the sculpture standing in front of her, a little speechless in surprise.

Professor Dumbledore pulled out his wand, cast a levitation charm, and said, "Come to my office." ”

Ron seemed to have just come back to his senses, and his mouth, which he hadn't had time to close because of the crying, now seemed to be dislocated and couldn't close it.

He dragged his chin with one hand, trying to get him back in place, and hurriedly caught up with Professor Dumbledore, his mouth still saying "Abaaba".

Although I couldn't hear what he was saying, looking at his anxious appearance, it should be something very important.

"Mr. Weasley, what's going on now?" Dumbledore had just entered the school, and he couldn't wait to ask and help him heal.

"I'm sorry professor, I don't know, it's ...... It was given to me by my brother, who has been in our house for 12 years, and we have always treated it as a common rat......"

Hermione asked curiously, "This ...... Isn't it supposed to be a dead hero? Why is he here?"

Rolf stood up at this point and said, "Professors, I think it's time to find Mr. Black, and trust him to explain these things to us." ”

Hearing his words, Dumbledore was also a little hesitant, after all, he had personally experienced the incident in person, and he knew exactly what was happening.

He had tried to save Sirius, but he didn't say a word in the Wizengamot courtroom, allowing the Ministry of Magic to send him directly to Azkaban.

Dumbledore instantly became excited, and he said that his old Deng's vision was fine! How could he have seen the wrong person! Now it seems that there seems to be some hidden meaning in this?

(Vision, Vision, Vision, Vision, Vision, Grindelwald, Blood Spell?)