There was a faint gasping sound around them, almost all from Gryffindor.

Lin An could even hear Ron's voice that he wanted to suppress, but didn't completely:

"Oh my God! How dare she think about it! That's Snape! It's a bad Slytherin ...... Ahem, student. ”

There was also Harry's vague disapproval:

"Ron, Lin An is not what you think it is."

As for the Slytherin side.

With a numb and a hint of pride, the students checked their notes while making the potion rustily but not in a panic.

There was a bit of darkness in my heart: what do you Gryffindors know? Our first-year leader made this request to the dean on the night of admission!

Neville looked at this side almost wistfully, and then stammered:

"Really, so bravely."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the crucible on the table was already bubbling, and Seamus stood helplessly with his wand for a moment, and then suddenly picked up the plate containing the porcupine thorn and poured all the contents of the plate into it!

"Hey!"

Neville had a rare courage, and quickly reached out to take the crucible down: "Note, note said, this must not boil the crucible water, cai-"

"Ahhh

He suddenly let out a scream of pain.

Everyone's eyes moved here, but they saw that the crucible had turned into a crooked mass, and the potion passed through the bottom of the broken crucible, and dripped and fell on the surface of his feet, so that he couldn't hold the crooked handle of the crucible in pain, and smashed the whole pot to the ground.

"Ahh

Seamus screamed in pain - the liquid was splattered on his legs too!

At this moment, both of them were squeaking and screaming, and through the inexplicably melted clothes, they could see red and swollen boils all over their feet and legs.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion that had been spilled on the ground. [Original]

"I suppose you probably didn't remove the cauldron from the fire and put the porcupine thorns in, didn't you?" [Original]

Neville sobbed and cried, and boils popped up on his nose. However, Seamo next to him was better, only a little splashed on his legs at present.

And Lin An remembered that this scene is exactly a plot in the original book.

She looked at the notebook that was still sitting on the next desk, and Neville's clumsy but serious handwriting, and sighed:

"Professor, I'll take Neville to the infirmary first."

Whether it's a scald or a corrosive injury, watching the silly boy with a round head and a round brain cry so pitifully, it's unbearable.

"And ......" She turned her head to say something, but saw that Draco had already lifted his chin and said arrogantly:

"Go ahead and squander your excess of compassion! I'll take that note. How can something in Slytherin not be cherished? ”

He was obviously dissatisfied that the note had been loaned out and almost ruined by the potion.

Rao is Lin An was a little worried, and he still couldn't help but smile when he heard the words.

Little Dragon, Little Dragon, sometimes you are really cute.

Then, she raised her wand and said to Neville, who was screaming in pain:

"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to find a way to carry you away."

Then, with a wave of his wand, a complete, untaught levitation spell was cast:

“Wingardium Leviosa！”

Neville lay flat in mid-air, and quickly followed the guidance of his wand, floating smoothly and smoothly behind Lin An out of the classroom.