"Finally, I would like to emphasize one point." Dumbledore told the students, "We don't know exactly why the three students fell ill, but the healers at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries have shown that the disease is not contagious from person to person. ”

Of course, Scott thought.

If the virus could spread from person to person, it would be a big deal and more people would take it seriously, which was not what he expected.

Now, who would have thought that this was a Muggle virus that could only be transmitted by a few specific species of mosquitoes.

At this time, the students all had smiles on their faces when they heard the conclusion that it would not be spread from person to person.

It was only when they were ready to cheer again that Dumbledore warned again: "This means that we have not yet found a specific route of transmission of this disease. So I think students should still be vigilant. ”

The students who had just wanted to jump up and cheer fell silent, and their high emotions immediately fell silent again.

"Next, we will do our best to prevent the disease from reappearing."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at the students.

"First of all, our esteemed head nurse, Madam Pomfrey, and your Potions professor, Professor Snape, will be working on this disease, and I'm sure they'll soon be able to invent targeted treatments and potions."

At this point, both Madam Pomfrey and Professor Snape nodded.

"Very good, I believe in their abilities."

Dumbledore gave the two of them encouragement, and continued, "Next, our castlekeeper, Mr. Filch, and our hunting ranger, Mr. Hagrid, will clean up Hogwarts Castle and its surroundings to deal with bugs and rats that can spread diseases......"

Dumbledore methodically made arrangements for cleaning up the campus, but Scott didn't listen anymore.

As the initiator of this incident, he certainly did not worry about any diseases. On the contrary, for him, the danger against himself has been largely eliminated, and only one last thing remains.

Scott turned his head to look at Jacob Kent, who was sitting at the end of the long table.

He remembered that Jasmine Travers had said things like "let him do that", but he didn't know what she would ask Jacob to do, and if the kid would do it now.

As if sensing Scott's gaze, Jacob, who had been keeping his head down just now, raised his head and met Scott's eyes.

Scott curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and gave Jacob an undetectable smile.

Jacob's eyes flickered, and he lowered his head again.

Scott stared at him for a few more seconds before withdrawing his gaze.

It's a pity that he can't make any more moves for this boy. After all, walking through will leave traces, and the more you do it, the easier it will be exposed.

But Scott is not worried, he can see a lot of things in the magical state of a wizard, and this kid Jacob is undoubtedly a smart man. Now, he shouldn't be doing anything more, not to mention, he doesn't think this kid really listens to Travers.

When Dumbledore's speech was over, Scott and the others finally had breakfast.

After breakfast, the other three deans, with the exception of Professor McGonagall, called out some of the students from their own house.

Although they used the pretext that they had recently had close contact with three patients and needed to be examined. But Scott keenly noticed that most of the students who were called away were junior witches.

Sure enough, the professors had discovered Traverse's small group.

Scott's roommates also found out about this fact.

[I'll just say it!] ］

Eddie winked at Scott and the others with a smug expression.

The three Scotts ignore him, and they separate from Eddie and head to the Potions Classroom, located beneath the castle.

Ravenclaw still attends the Potions class with Hufflepuff. The students sat in their seats in groups, as was customary, and since Professor Snape had not yet arrived, everyone was discussing Dumbledore's morning speech lively.

Scott and Milton sat together. Roger didn't know when he met another Hufflepuff schoolgirl, and they sat in the front row of Scott and Milton and got together to whisper.

And Roger's ex-girlfriend, who was sitting on the other side, Miss Mill, was constantly turning her head to stare at the two of them.

"What we're trying to concoct today is supposed to be an antidote." Milton flipped through the textbook, "I'll have to go through the steps again." ”

"I think you've pre-studied three times, Milton." Scott was busy putting the potion-making tools in handy.

Milton didn't look up, "No, every time Professor Snape stood next to me, I would lose my memory and forget what to do next. ”

"I guess it's not about memory." Scott reluctantly said, "You're just too nervous." Don't worry about Professor Snape, remember we're a group, and I'll give you a hint. ”

Milton gave him an appreciative look, "Oh, thank you, Scott! I'm going to watch it again, though. ”

Scott had nothing to say. Because it's like this every time. Whenever he was paired with Milton in Potions class, Scott always needed to save the day.

Because Snape would always slide around the classroom, staring at every student with a gloomy face. It is difficult for those students with poor psychological quality not to make mistakes under his gaze.

Take Milton, for example.

And whenever someone made a mistake, Snape would curl up his upper lip and begin spraying venom in his distinctive tone—which often made the erring student even more flustered.

And students who make mistakes again will definitely be deducted points by Snape.

Scott seriously suspected that Snape was deliberately looking for opportunities in order to deduct the house points from the other three houses except Slytherin.

Milton, by the way, was one of Snape's important targets for marking people in class.

However, because Scott always saves in time, Snape rarely deducts points from Milton. That's why Scott felt that Snape was unhappy with him.

As for Scott's own potion results, it can only be said that it is neither good nor bad. He was just able to make it at a level that strictly followed the steps in the textbook.

"Rigid! No creativity! ”

That's what Snape had to say about him.

Scott was always unimpressed. He didn't want to go to Potions, and he didn't demand that much from himself.

He felt that it was enough to be able to follow the recipe.

"Quiet!"

Snape slammed open the classroom door and strode toward the lectern. His wide black robe rolled like a gathering cloud of black smoke.

"Open your textbooks."

His dark and empty eyes scanned the classroom, and the students all bowed their heads, no one wanting to look at him.

"Antidote. I think you've probably reviewed the contents of the textbook. He said, "Now! Send one student from each group to come and take your potion materials! ”