"Yes." Hermione nodded earnestly, "Professor Lockhart used the Cleansing Charm and Ironing Charm that Professor Flitwick mentioned for a short period of time?"

No, Professor Lockhart's wand was thrown out of the window, unless he could cast spells without a wand......"

Hermione was still there babbling, and Harley slapped her buttocks hard:

"Your hair is dry, go back to your bed! Aren't you just here to dry your hair? ”

"Press another motorcycle, press another motorcycle and I'll go!" Hermione was knocked back to reality from her thought mode, and swore by it.

"Oh, I knew it." Harley sneered, but the hand was very honest.

……

The next morning, the first period was Potions class.

Professor Snape's face darkened early in the morning, and before he even started class, his mood deteriorated at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After all, he had Professor Lockhart next to him, and Professor Lockhart couldn't even stop for breakfast.

"Dear Professor Snape, you should really try my homemade shampoo." Professor Lockhart's eyes were vicious, and he could see at a glance that it didn't take long for Snape to resume the habit of washing his hair.

"The oil that has accumulated deep in your hair is hard to wash off, so try my top aristocratic shampoo......"

While introducing, Professor Lockhart deliberately shook his blonde hair, showing how good his hair was and how thick his hair was.

He also showed his white teeth, intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to sell his homemade toothpaste next.

The students sitting below saw this scene.

The Ravenclaw eagles and Hufflepuff badgers both covered their mouths and laughed secretly.

The Gryffindor cubs simply toasted each other in celebration, unabashedly winking in the direction of Slytherin House.

But the Slytherin snakes didn't care about the provocation from the stupid lions, or too late, because they had murderous eyes on Professor Lockhart.

It wasn't until Potions class was in session that Professor Snape arrived in a hurry.

"Class!" He shouted, and his whole face was full of "Lao Tzu is in a bad mood, don't mess with me".

The Gryffindors and Slytherins who took this class were obedient, and they didn't dare to make any moves.

"Turn in all your summer homework!" Professor Snape strode around the classroom,

"And then we're going to make a simple potion right away!

I sincerely hope that your minds will remember what I teach, even if it's only a half, or even a third......

As long as I'm not like someone who is a troll, I'm glad! ”

Malfoy let out an undisguised sneer from below, and Professor Snape glanced at him, ignoring him.

Everyone spread their summer homework on the table, and Professor Snape flicked his wand and let the homework fly up on its own, forming a pile.

"I've heard that a professor has to go down and collect the exam papers himself? I really wonder how his brain grows, and he doesn't even know he's a wizard. ”

Professor Snape casually flipped through the assignments he had received, and brought up something as if he didn't care.

"Lockhart is indeed not as strong as you!" Malfoy exclaimed, "You're the best professor at Hogwarts!" ”

The Gryffindors glared at Malfoy, but Malfoy was smug and didn't care about Gryffindor's eyes.

"Oh, that's not all." The corners of Professor Snape's mouth curled,

"At least some old man is a better professor than me, and he was.

Now, looking at his actions this semester, I am very skeptical of this conclusion...... No more nonsense! Here's a review of last semester's final exam, Forget Potion! ”

……

The students quickly opened fire, put the crucible on the rack, and quickly operated it.

Professor Snape wandered around the classroom as usual, outputting the following:

"Mr. Longbottom, if I were you, I would add water before firing! So as not to burn through the bottom of the poor crucible! This is a fact that Muggles know! ”

"Miss Brown, don't look through this semester's textbook to find the recipe! The Forgetting Potion was the content of last semester! ”

"Mr. Goyle, you should be more careful with the cockroach liver, you're going to pinch it into a meat puree!"

Professor Snape was exceptionally toxic today, and even the Slytherins had to endure a lot of output.

It was clear that he was stimulated by Professor Lockhart.

It wasn't until he passed by Harry's side that Professor Snape slowed down noticeably, and his tone was a little softer, as he should be:

"Miss Hallie, maybe you can think about why you put out the fire and add cockroach liver.

Also, why can't the water be boiled at first, but just add the ingredients after two minutes of heating......

The Slytherins in the rear sneered, and the Gryffindors gave sympathetic glances.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Hallie was the standard potions bad student.

She had been targeted by Professor Snape, had to be picked on in every class, and was often locked up in confinement—

Hallie always told others that she was in confinement when she went to Professor Snape's catch-up class, and Hermione, the only one who knew about it, was obviously very tight-lipped and wouldn't talk nonsense.

It also convinced almost everyone that Professor Snape didn't like Hallie.

Of course, Professor Snape's question of giving Hallie extra points was selectively ignored by most people.

After all, it was targeted so badly, what's the point of adding a few points? If she doesn't add any more points, Professor McGonagall won't say yes!

After class, several Gryffindor girls gathered around Harley to comfort her, except for Hermione who quietly rolled her eyes.

Professor Snape, this is obviously a preference!

Not surprisingly, Harley continued to go to Professor Snape's confinement in the evening.

The Gryffindor classmates who knew about it took pity on her even more.

Think about it being alone with Professor Snape in a closed basement, late at night, dark outside, and empty......

It's scary to think about!

……

The first week of school is finally over, and Hallie is happy to have a weekend to sleep in.

But she didn't get her way.

"Wake up! Halle! Early in the morning, Harley heard a voice ringing in her ear and a hand clapping herself.

"Sister Angelina?"

Halle's shoulders were half exposed, and she slowly got up, biting the pajama strap on her mouth, and Angelina was stunned when she saw it.

"Sister Angelina, what's the matter?" Hallie sat on the bed in the form of a duck, rubbing her eyes, as if she had come to her senses, and asked softly.

"Wood said let's go training...... It's okay, you keep sleeping! I'll help you suppress him! Angelina said righteously.

……

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(Thanks to the nine-tailed Yanhu for the tip!) ）