The Potions classroom was in the basement of the castle, presumably for safety reasons. In the unlikely event that a student accidentally causes a crucible explosion during operation, the impact can also be minimized.

Norin had entered the classroom before the Potions professor, less than a minute apart. His arrival caused quite a commotion, and the students stared at his every move from the moment he entered the gate, looked left and right for an empty seat, and finally sat down on the vacant seat beside Giles.

Almost everyone was watching, even the Potions professor, who was supposed to be the most talked-about person, walked in the door.

The Potions professor, a handsome middle-aged man, cleared his throat before the students woke up and sat upright.

The Potions professor on the podium didn't seem to notice the undercurrent surging in the audience, and said with a smile in his voice:

"Hello everyone, I'm Roy Brown, I guess you all know each other, after all, I'm the only Potions professor in the school."

Professor Brown glanced at Nolin, who had received much attention, and continued, "Starting today, you will continue to learn from me about the intricate subject of potions. As you probably know, I'm not an educator with obsessive compulsive knowledge disorder, which means I'm not going to force you to like Potions. In fact, it's clear to me that it's really hard to make a difference in this discipline without patience and talent. ”

"But since you have stepped into this classroom and continued to study this subject, you must have the most basic respect for me, Paul. Even if you hate it, you have to complete the homework I assign and memorize what I need you to memorize. Finally, I must remind you that Durmstrang has a passing mark of six for each subject, with the exception of this one, which is seven for Potions. ”

Professor Brown looked at the audience with a smile, and the students were indifferent, apparently after two years of exams, they knew the rule all too well.

The professor seemed to be much better talking than Snape......

Noringmo thought to himself with his chin in his hands, and soon laughed, as if no one was a better talker than Snape.

"Seven points is a rule that has existed since the founding of the school, and if you have any complaints, you can complain to the portraits of the previous principals in the tower."

Professor Brown raised his eyes and said with a smile. Norlin thinks that this professor is a bit of a thief, and that no one is there, so what's the use of complaining to a portrait that only mechanically repeats verbal actions? This is the way to completely cut off the students.

Professor Brown looked very young, in his mid-thirties. Blonde hair and blue eyes, with a kind of cynical casualness in his words, coupled with tasteful clothing, he is like a yuppie in the wizarding world. It's hard to believe that such a man would be a professor in Durmstrang, and teaching and educating people are not compatible with mavericks.

It's a bit like that cheap uncle...... Norlin muttered inwardly.

Seeing Professor Brown turn around and write on the blackboard, the students subconsciously took out their notebooks and prepared to write on the board.

"Ah, you don't have to remember these things."

Professor Brown didn't look back, he said lazily, waving his hand.

After he finished writing, the students looked at the contents of the blackboard with some incomprehension for a while. The blackboard is not a textbook bar, nor a certain note, nor an exam practice question.

The dense chalk writing on the blackboard was how to buy potions tools such as crucibles, test tubes, and stirring sticks.

Professor Brown went his own way, and regardless of the changes in the faces of the students in the audience, he said to himself:

"A good start is half the battle, and if you don't choose the right equipment and blindly jump into potions, the consequences are dire. There are many examples in history of this. I won't give you all the examples, the school library can meet your needs. ”

"The potions class in the first and second grades is full of simple and common potions, and there are no safety hazards, so I will save these words for you until the third grade, you must remember them."

Professor Brown said with a smile. For the rest of the Potions lesson, students were immersed in a sea of knowledge about the variety of crucibles to buy, the effects and uses of the various stirring bars, the variety of professional detergents needed to clean the crucibles, and how to make pots and hobs fit better......

His first class also left him with a unique assignment: according to his crucible, choose a stirring rod and detergent that can be used with it, and explain why.

Norlin had the feeling of writing essays in his last life.

After class, Norlin was left behind by Professor Brown.

It wasn't until the other students walked out of the classroom with bitter faces that Professor Brown beckoned to Nolin, who walked up to him with some confusion.

"You're an exchange student from Hogwarts, right? How is Professor Snape doing? ”

Professor Brown asked with a slight eyebrow and a smile.

"It's okay."

Norin thought back for a moment that before he left Hogwarts, Snape was still the same, picking thorns and deducting points for Gryffindor all day, eating well and sleeping soundly, and even having time to help slaughter a basilisk, and living a very comfortable life.

"Really? He's doing well, and I'm not so good. ”

Professor Brown smiled playfully, the meaning in his eyes uncertain.

Well?

Norlin was shocked, and subconsciously felt that this professor had a grudge against Snape, and was worried that he would be harmed by the pond fish, so he immediately said seriously:

"Actually, I don't know, I'm not familiar with Professor Snape......"

Professor Brown glanced at him with interest and said slowly:

"I lost to him in the last international wizarding potions tournament, and a few years have passed and I've always wanted to win it back...... But Snape has been hiding in Hogwarts, saying nothing and refusing to come out......"

"Until the other day, I received a letter from him saying that there was a Hogwarts exchange student coming from the school, and that person was his proud student......"

A sense of foreboding welled up in Nolin's heart.

Professor Brown said with a smirk, "Snape said that all the dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction with him could be taken out on his proud student, who after all, had his true ......."

When did I become Snape's proud student? When he comes to Durmstrang, he's going to pit me?

Norin thought indignantly, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.