The first class at school is Potions!

Weston looked at the class schedule in his hand and couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart.

Yesterday was so late that he didn't say a word to Snape at all, but looking at his teacher's face, he knew that today might not be easy.

Maybe you might be able to experience what happened to Harry Potter yourself! Weston guessed, perhaps even more terrifying......

Damn, it's also a knife to stretch out your head, and it's also a knife to shrink your head, and it's over! Weston thought through gritted teeth.

As the saying goes, grinding the gun in battle, not fast is also light! Weston knew what to do, and spent the morning doing nothing at all, and had been looking at potions textbooks and other potions books for all grades in the Ravenclaw break room, hoping to get through.

He knows how undisciplined his teacher is!

Sure enough, in the afternoon class, his hunch came true......

"You've come here to learn the rigorous and sophisticated subject of Potions!" Snape stood on the podium, his powerful aura and deep tone calming the entire class at once.

"I don't expect everyone to appreciate the mystery of this seemingly non-magical course! There's no stupid waving of wands, no yelling spells, more often than not, you're all holding your breath! ”

"Perhaps, the enchanting breath of the cauldron can fill your brain, and the beauty of the cold liquid flowing through your veins throughout your body, a unique feeling that perhaps none of you may experience!"

"I can teach you to forge honor and disgrace, and I can teach you to be cheered, or even - stop death! Only, you haven't forgotten to bring your brains! ”

"Of course, some students have made a name for themselves at a young age...... "Snape said as he slowly stepped off the podium, his mouth coming out of a whispering voice that sounded like a serpent's spitting letter.

"I think that sometimes, fame still needs some ability to match!" Snape walked over to Weston's table and stopped.

He put one foot on the chair in front of the table, clasped his hands in his arms, and leaned his face closer: "Tell me, Monsieur Delacour, what do I need to do if I want to cure scabies?" ”

"You can use the pus from the bubble stem or the scabies drug! Professor! ”

"What materials do you need for scabies medicine?"

"Dried nettles, snake tooth powder, horned slugs and porcupine spine, if the scabies is not too severe, you can do without horned slugs, but the amount of snake tooth powder is three times as much! Professor! ”

"Very well, what potion can be made from the snake molt of the African tree snake and the horn powder of the bicornus?"

"You can make a poison! If you add a few more herbs, you can make a compound decoction! ”

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In the middle of this question, fifteen minutes passed quickly. The little wizards didn't feel bored, they were all stunned.

For people of this age, whether wizards or Muggles, they are children, and their hearts have always been that play is more important than learning.

Therefore, when they discovered an existence with a knowledge reserve far greater than theirs, they worshipped it at the same time, and wondered why this guy knew so much!

In their opinion, this is an extremely incomprehensible thing!

"Very good, it seems that you haven't slackened since you went back!" Snape asked for a long time, and finally let Weston go for the time being.

He looked back at the class and suddenly shouted, "Are you all going to do it?" Or did you not bring your brains with you, and you want me to teach you how to take notes? ”

When the students heard this, they hurriedly took out their parchment and quills and hurriedly began to take notes. For a moment, the classroom was filled with the sound of "rustling" quills scratching parchment.

"Well done, worthy of my excellent student!" Snape turned his head and gave a loud compliment.

"You've won the prize, teacher!" Weston humbly responded.

"I'm telling the truth, Weston!" Snape actually started to praise Weston today, which made Weston very unaccustomed.

The students were stunned! Although he has not been in school for a long time, the name of the venomous snake of the old bat has long been heard of by thunder, and I have never heard of the professor when he was so kind!

Should I say, worthy of Weston?

"So, for your good work—"

It's coming, it's coming, it's the first plus point for the start of school! The Ravenclaw students' eyes lit up.

"Ten points for Slytheringa!"

Alas? Isn't that right? The students were stunned, even the Slytherin students didn't understand it!

Sure enough, there should be no expectations for his discipline! Weston felt the urge to cover his face.

In the following moments, Snape once again showed off the pitch......

"Oh yes, excellent herb handling, Slytherin plus five points!"

“......”

"Keen observation, superb technique, Slytherin plus five points!"

“......”

"Perfect result, what a charming royal blue, clear and flawless! Well done, Weston, not even I could have done better! There is no doubt that Slytherin has twenty points!"

Big brother, you tap! Weston groaned inwardly. The Ravenclaw students' resentful little eyes made him unbearable!

How can we break a spy on the enemy?

I guess the little Ravenclaws are like this in their hearts......

When the bell rang for the end of class, Snape's bright smile narrowed a little, and he left a message to Weston, "Looking forward to your better performance!" The end of class was announced.

It's over, it's cool! Weston gasped, these words are too ruthless, the lethality is absolutely huge!

Sure enough, the eyes of the Ravenclaws stayed on him, and there was a feeling that if you dared to go up, I would dare to die together.

"Weston—" A faint voice rang out behind Weston.

Weston's body stiffened, and he turned his head mechanically and smiled awkwardly, "What's wrong, Penelope?"

Penelope shook his head, revealing a distressing little tangled look, and sighed, "You say, did the Sorting Hat classify you into the wrong house?" ......”

"No, probably!" Weston said uncertainly. He was also a little confused, after all, he was technically a descendant of Snape, and he should have belonged to Slytherin himself, and for some reason, the Sorting Hat had assigned him to Ravenclaw.

"Maybe it's wrong! I've heard my dad say that antiques can only be seen, not used! The Sorting Hat must be the same! "Shinra Kudo gave her brilliant reasoning.

"Maybe!" Weston smiled bitterly, "However, I'm already at Ravenclaw House, so I can only accept this result, can I?" ”

"It looks like this!" Penelope thought of this, and his eyes became resentful again, "Thanks to someone, Slytherin has added nearly fifty points since the beginning of school!" Can't you restrain yourself......"

"I'll do my best!" Weston smiled wryly and nodded.

Simple child, I'm happy to restrain you, I'm going to die......