"Bang!" A loud bang.

The door to the classroom was suddenly slammed open.

A man with a greasy head and a sallow face walked in.

After a classic opening.

Snape's eyes fell on Harry.

But only a glance.

He didn't say anything.

？

This scene made Anthony wonder, why didn't the next classic scene in the history of magic (laughs) happen?

Snape: Is this a transsexual?

It's impossible.

He had been prepared before he came, after all, because of the fighting on the train, Snape would normally hate them even more.

Why is it so cold now?

Even Malfoy, who was about to watch the play, was a little stunned.

"Alright, open your book, today..."

With that, Snape began to divide them into groups.

Work in pairs and instruct them to concoct a simple potion to cure hemorrhoids. (Wizards must not have hemorrhoids!) ）

"Hey! Snape: What's wrong? Ron, who was in a group with Anthony, whispered.

Under the influence of the twins, he almost regarded Snape as a flood beast, the most evil dark wizard.

Now that the official contact has not happened, this has disappointed his 'expectations'?

"I don't know!" Anthony also whispered in response.

"Can make Snape change so much, unless Harry is a woman!"

He turned his head to look at Hermione, who was in Harry's group, and said, "When the time comes, Hermione, you're going to have to mentor..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Anthony. Harry quickly jumped out and interrupted.

What women's clothing, what is this guy talking about?

"I'm telling the truth!" Anthony continued: "It's best to have your hair dyed red, a little brighter than Ron's. ”

He said seriously.

This is not a joke, the women's Harry is definitely the exclusive treasure of Snape.

Forehead?

Suddenly, Anthony remembered the image he had shown in the auditorium yesterday at noon using a skull hookah.

This...

The female version of Hallie?

Is it because of that he didn't treat them with malice?

Thinking about it, Anthony's eyes gradually fell on Harry's puffed face.

After one glance, he withdrew his gaze and looked at Ron in front of him.

Well!

It seems that Ron women's clothing is more like.

Harry's eyebrows are too thick, and the hair color and hair texture are inherited from Jaime, so Ron looks much simpler in women's clothing, just change the contact lenses, a sweet girl.

Wait a minute!

In that case, it's a ghost for women! Find Ginny directly, bring a contact lens, roar! Could that be Lily's the same?

So Ginny is right for Snape's Treasure!

He hadn't heard of any bullying Ginny.

"Goo-goo-goo"

Just when Anthony's whimsical thoughts had already run to the planet Epai. Suddenly, the heat of the crucible rose and my eyes were fascinated. He quickly rubbed his eyes, and was about to put in the last ingredient.

Neville's nervous look managed to get his attention.

"Neville!" Anthony whispered, "Don't put the porcupine thorns in now. ”

"Oh!" Neville glanced at the black needle-shaped porcupine thorn in his hand, and quickly placed it down.

Two minutes later.

"Neville, dried nettle, you forgot to add dried nettle!"

"Hmm!"

"Turn off the heat, Neville, haven't you noticed that the cauldron is dry?"

"Okay!"

"Now hurry up and add porcupine spines, the temperature is going to drop!" Anthony reminded again!

"Enough!" Suddenly, an angry roar came from behind him.

It was Snape.

He looked straight at Anthony with those cold eyes.

"Is he an idiot? Do you still have to teach him how to eat? Snape continued contemptuously: "Break the discipline in the classroom, Gryffindor deducts two points!" ”

"And you!" With that, Snape turned into a ghost and walked briskly to Neville like a hungry tiger pounced.

"A recipe with only four ingredients, I really don't understand, are you a baboon who can only wield a wand? Or did you not even listen to me when I spoke? ”

Snape looked particularly angry, and he pointed to the crooked herbs on Neville's desk and said, "I said that snakes' fangs are to be ground into granules, why are yours still fangs intact!" ”

"Gryffindor deducts two more points! Because of your stupidity! ”

His hysterical yelling succeeded in making Neville cry.

The little boy sobbed and touched his tears. The whole person was stunned.

It was in those brief seconds that Neville missed the opportunity to put the porcupine thorn in the cauldron.

The potion that cooled down turned into a sticky dough.

"Idiot!"

Snape spoke nonchalantly, then turned and walked away.

"Well, it's just an unsuccessful potion production, which doesn't mean much!" Looking at the figure of Snape gradually leaving, Anthony immediately comforted.

Neville's partner, Seamus, patted him on the shoulder and whispered persuasion.

Looking at Neville, who was slowly holding back his tears, Anthony couldn't help but sigh softly.

Although he tried his best to interfere, Neville still made all kinds of mistakes.

He knew he was too nervous.

But overall, it was much better than the end of the cauldron exploding and he being burned by potions.

As he spoke, Anthony's gaze slowly shifted to his own cauldron.

A light green potion with a faint medicinal scent.

Just a perfect potion.

And the way to boil it...

As he spoke, Anthony opened the book "A Thousand Magical Herbs and Mushrooms" in his hand.

The method that Snape had given them was a little different from the book.

It was written that the snake's fangs were to remain intact, but Snape had them crushed into powder.

In the book, dried nettles are added first, and then the snake's fangs are added. This was the exact opposite of what Snape said, and the dried nettle was measured much more than the one given in the book.

It's no wonder Neville could go wrong.

With this in mind, Anthony turned his head to look at Snape, who was walking back and forth around Gryffindor.

What kind of person is he!

The youngest genius Potions Master, the Dark Arts Defense Master, the Occlumency Master, and the Guardian Mind Master.

In his body, there are many people who can't imagine achievements.

If Snape had not been confined to the shackles of his heart and had devoted all his energy to exploring magic, perhaps with Dumbledore's help, his future achievements would definitely be enough to make a splash in the wizarding world.

But such a person, wearing a dark robe all day long, mingling with Hogwarts as a nasty ghost, not only consumes his own spirit, but also consumes the patience of the other young wizards of the Three Houses.

Everyone hated him.

Understandably, because even the Slytherins didn't all like their headmaster, and only a pure-blood wizard like Malfoy would identify with Snape that much.

As for those half-breeds.

They were all imprisoned by high pressure and deprived of their vocal organs.

An hour later.

The little wizards walked down the stairs exhausted and walked out of the professor below.

Neville's mood was still low, and he kept apologizing to Anthony.

Because of him, Gryffindor was deducted four more points. Although they are lice and are not afraid to bite. But Neville was still ashamed of it.

"Cheer up, Neville!" On the way back to the auditorium, Ron patted Neville on the shoulder and said, "Snape also often deducts points from Fred and George, it's not a big deal, he just can't see Gryffindor!" ”

"But—" Neville hesitated to refute something.

"It's nothing, Anthony will definitely earn back credits in other subjects! Right! ”

"Huh! o(*￣︶￣*)o”

Anthony glanced at Ron.

He's here to go to school, not to earn credits.