Friday morning.

Ron poked the sausage on the plate, not in a very good mood: "It's Potions class today, we're in Slytherin class, Harry, didn't you say Professor Snape doesn't like you?" ”

"I've heard George mention that he has a small heart, and he has always been very targeted at people who don't like his eyes, so you have to be careful."

Harry nodded noncommittally.

When he arrived in the classroom and began to teach class, Snape did not hide his emotions at all, and showed his disgust and even hatred nakedly.

Snape walked in.

The already gloomy classroom adds a bit of depression.

He didn't say a word in the opening sentence, and clicked on the lectern: "Oh, look, who's in my classroom?" ”

"Harry Potter."

"A natural Gryffindor, a legendary savior who drew the Gryffindor sword at the entrance ceremony, and a figure who stirred up trouble as soon as he entered Hogwarts."

"Tsk."

"Potter, didn't your father teach you to stand up after the professor's roll call?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot you don't have a father."

There was a sneering, lowling chuckle from the Slytherins.

The Gryffindor classmates all looked at Harry worriedly, it had been rumored for a long time, but it was still unbelievable to see it with their own eyes - all the professors loved Harry, even the stuffy Quirrell.

But only Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, was so disgusted and so targeted.

Harry stood up: "Thanks for the reminder, my mother actually passed away, and no one has ever taught me this." ”

Slytherin's sneering grew a little louder.

Bang!

Snape slammed the lectern and gritted his teeth, "Potter!" I'm not here to discuss your family situation with you! Shut your mouth! ”

"There are others, is this stuff funny?"

"Do you want me to carve these things into your troll-like heads, or... A Forgetfulness Potion to make you happy again? ”

The little snakes immediately lowered their heads.

Today the dean is more toxic than ever.

Snape took a deep breath, returning to his previous suppressed tone.

"Other professors have said that you did well in their classes."

"But Potions class is different, it's a subtle art, it's not a place for you to say witticisms, and it's not a place for your little cleverness to come in handy, keep your mouth shut!"

"Very well, Potter - what do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

He suddenly asked.

The torment, the struggle, and the glimmer of all malice lurked in the depths of all it, almost undetectable, almost escaping the little anticipation that Harry perceived.

"Life and death water, a very effective sleeping potion."

Snape then asked, "What if I want you to go and find me a piece of bezoar?" ”

"Kill the cow, disembowel, in the stomach." Harry replied.

Snape sneered, he hadn't even noticed, and his tone softened a little, "You don't need to take it upon yourself to add so many extra steps. ”

"You are indeed a little clever, so ...... aconite"

He then asked a number of questions.

Hermione anxiously began to clasp up the table, and Ron was dumbfounded.

Almost all of the first year was covered, and there were some questions that Hermione thought she couldn't answer, but Harry answered so well that he barely had to think about it.

"You do have some clever things to deal with the past." Snape glanced at the window, lit the table, and said in a dull tone, "For those steps you have taken to force yourself to be clever... Gryffindor buckles a ......"

A "one" word is exported.

Snape saw Harry's cat's pupils and amber eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a heavy tone: "Gryffindor deducts five points!" ”

Hermione stood up with a sudden: "Professor, it's not fair! ”

"Harry answered so many questions, and now he has no problem taking the first-year graduation exam, he is very good, how can you still deduct points!"

Snape smiled contemptuously, "Miss Otter, are you questioning the professor?" ”

"No, I'm just—" Hermione shook her head quickly.

Snape shook his head, "What's your name?" ”

"Hermione Granger."

"Very good, reckless and impulsive, typical brainless Miss Gryffindor, Gryffindor deducts one point for you against the professor!"

Hermione was not angry, and looked up, a little confused in her eyes.

Harry did a great job and deducted five points.

I confronted the professor before I deducted one point.

Are Harry and Professor Snape so feuding?

"Now, sit down!" Snape waved his hand, "Some people are sharp-tongued, but that's useless, they can only become an herbalist. ”

"Potions are to accurately grasp the heat, to be the most suitable magic match, the most ingenious proportions, without actual operation, everything is empty talk."

Snape pulled out his wand and tapped it on the blackboard.

A few lines of text emerge.

"Now, take your cauldrons, light a fire, and make potions." Snape looked coldly at all the students, "I don't have any theory for you here. ”

"Potions are all about trying to practice, little by little."

"No clever can get a shortcut!"

"I hope you don't have any trolls, monster-like heads, and make me jokes about blowing up the cauldron in the first class."

Neville shuddered.

Seamus pinched his waist, not realizing it.

Harry had already tried to mix this potion many times during the summer vacation, and this time it was even more handy.

Snape came over several times to find fault, but Harry couldn't find fault with the rules and regulations, so he just snorted coldly and didn't look over.

Harry was unaffected.

On the contrary, Neville on the side became even more nervous, trembling, grabbing a handful of porcupine thorns and about to throw them into the pot.

Harry hurriedly grabbed his hand: "Don't put it, move the pot away and put it again, it will explode." ”

Neville shook his hand, retracted his hand, and thanked Harry sincerely, "Oh, thank you. ”

"Mr. Potter, do you feel that you don't have any problems anymore, so you can use favors on other classmates to get followers?" Cold, Neville was startled, his hand shook, and half a pot of water splashed out, but fortunately it didn't burn anyone.

"Idiot! How to refine potions with unsteady hands! Snape frowned, "Is it the troll that ate your brain, and you can't even coordinate your body?" ”

Neville was about to burst into tears.

Snape scoffed, this look ...... The mouse-like crumpled thing almost coincided with Neville's, "Potter, why don't you do it to the end and remind him to keep his hands steady?" ”

"Gryffindor deducted two points for your mistake!"

Neville didn't even care about being afraid.

Obviously, it was himself who spilled the hot water, but in the end... Why was Harry deducted points?

Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the back, were even more dumbfounded.

Harry's expression didn't change, and he continued to concoct his potion.

After an hour, the assignment is over, and the final evaluation session begins.

As Snape had said, potions were an exquisite art, and even if the steps were written down in detail on the blackboard, there was not even half the way to it.

Hermione and Malfoy were the best performers outside of Harry.

But they didn't get even a word of praise from Snape, not even a little more attention—Snape's purpose was obvious, he was going for Harry.

He picked up Harry's potion, shook it, looked at the coloring in the light of the fire, sniffed the scent, and examined it in more detail than the rest of the students combined.

"You do have a bit of a talent for potions." Snape didn't look at Harry, he stared at the potion a little distractedly, and his tone softened a little.

Ron and Hermione were dumbfounded.

Oh...

Is this still the same Viper Professor Snape who has been looking for two full classes?

Snape turned his head to look at Harry, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see even the slightest trace of someone else.

Those amber cat eyes.

Sudden mutations.

Snape's face turned cold in an instant, and he gently placed the potion on the table, and slapped it again: "But do you think you're doing a good job?" ”

"Think with your slightly better than troll brain, think about it!"

"Why do porcupine thorns have to be put into the pot after the cauldron has been removed, and for this reason, why don't you wait for the boiling water to cool down a little more before adding porcupine thorns?"

"And the slug, I asked you this question, it is a compound medicinal material, what part of the medicinal properties is needed for scabies medicine?"

"Why don't you cut that part off and cook it again, it should have been an excellent potion, but because of your mistakes, it can only be said to be barely qualified."

"Potter, therefore, Gryffindor deducts two points!"

The other students shrank their hearts back.

Oh...... That moment of gentleness was an absolute illusion, and this was the same Professor Snape.

Snape tilted his head and continued to comment on the next student.

"Don't be sad, Harry, you're already great." Hermione and Ron probed over and comforted them.

Harry wondered, "Why should I be sad?" ”

"You've made better potions than I do, he's just picking on ......," Hermione began.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Harry shaking his head: "No, Professor Snape just owes a little bit, but he is right. ”

"Those are the places where I didn't do a good job of boiling potions."

Hermione opened her mouth, a little speechless.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to suffer.

This...

How comforting is this.

Snape jerked his head back, squinted, and glared at Harry viciously, "Potter, is it funny to talk about the professor behind your back?" What arrogance, Gryffindor deducts five points! ”

Hermione was stunned, clenched her fists, and waited for Snape to turn back, apologizing guiltily, "I'm sorry, I hurt you." ”

Fourteen points were deducted for one lesson.

World shaking.

Harry shook his head, "I've added nearly fifteen points to my other classes this week, and it's more than enough to make up for it." ”

As he spoke, he paused: "You only got one point deducted, but you earned ten points in other classes, and you still earned nine points." ”

Wait for the end of the coursework.

Ron packed his schoolbag and sent an invitation to the little girl next to him: "We're going to Hagrid later, the big man's house that led us to the castle at the train station, do you want to go with us?" ”

Hermione stood up for Harry.

Let his favor for Hermione skyrocket.

"Wait a minute, I've got something to look for Professor Snape." Harry packed his things, put his bag on the table, and walked straight towards Snape.