As Professor Snape finished the theory part, the students took action so as not to offend Professor Snape, who was in a bad mood.

Sitting in the first row, Harley rummaged through the potions base materials in her bag while Hermione set up the cauldron.

The two are old partners in various classes, and unless the professor is divided into groups, the two of them cooperate to complete the task.

Their understanding is very high.

But Professor Snape paced slowly to the two of them, and said in a fairly soft, normal tone:

"Miss Granger, I think with your talent, you can do this potion alone."

"It's a waste of your talent to keep following Hallie, and it's limiting your progress."

"As for Harry, the difficulty of the Shrinkage Potion is too low for you."

"In this lesson, I need you to think about some additional questions, why can you add leech blood when you add rat bile overdose, but with toad blood you will have problems......"

Professor Snape made a few quick points, then paced away.

Soon, Professor Snape's slow, deep voice rang out from the back of the room:

"Mr. Longbottom, do you sell crucibles in your house? Otherwise, how can you afford to spend so much? ”

"Miss Slaston, are you going to go into the entertainment industry like your uncle Orsino Slaston and play your own symphony with potions?"

"Otherwise, why is the sound of you cutting daisy roots so rhythmic, but the daisy roots cut out seem to have been gnawed by dogs!"

……

"Professor Snape is in a terrible mood today, even more fierce than usual." Harley went to the cupboard to retrieve her cauldron and whispered to Hermione as she lit the fire.

Hermione nodded in agreement, with a little worry on her face: "Professor Snape is much more angry than usual, and it looks like Gryffindor is losing points again today." ”

"But this is normal, after all, at the opening dinner, he looked at Professor Lupin's eyes and wanted to kill the other party."

"I don't know what happened between the two professors, but between them, hum ...... hum"

"In this case, it's no wonder that Professor Snape is in a good mood!"

Hallie shook her head and said no more. She was aware of the problem, too, but pretended to be confused.

With Professor Snape on one side and dear Uncle Remus on the other, Harley felt like she should pretend to be blind for once.

……

Halfway through the class for Gryffindor and Slytherin, Malfoy swaggered into the basement classroom, his right arm still bandaged.

Professor Snape didn't even look at him, though, and waved his hand to find a place to sit down.

Malfoy smiled hippie and racked his cauldron to the last row, next to Ron and Neville's.

Soon, Malfoy's voice rang out from the back of the classroom, "Sir, I need someone to help me cut all these daisy roots, because my arms are ......"

Professor Snape, though in a bad mood, waved his hand in agreement every time.

After walking around the classroom and venting his anger, Professor Snape slowly returned to the first row and stood beside Harry.

Now, Malfoy no longer asked Professor Snape to order Ron and Neville to help him with the work.

After all, he couldn't influence Professor Snape to teach that hateful Potter a lesson, which was what he liked to see.

Malfoy quietly skimmed the first row as he boiled the potion, causing him to ignore something around him.

I don't know if it's been with Seamus for too long, but Neville has learned some of Seamus's qualities.

When Neville reaches the penultimate step and begins to add daisy root to a crucible and stir, the unexpected happens.

The crucible is blowing!

The moment he heard the crucible "thud", Neville burrowed straight under the table.

After staying with Seamus for so long, even the silly and silly child has learned how to protect himself.

The crowd around was filled with Gryffindor boys, and everyone was so used to it that they could even form a muscular reaction, turning off the engine and burrowing under the table at the same time.

Seamus even muttered, "Strange, my potion hasn't exploded yet," but his movements weren't slow at all.

Only Malfoy sat stupidly still, drenched in Neville's half-finished potion.

"Whew!" Malfoy screamed, tears in his eyes, and fell to the ground in pain, rolling frantically.

And even more terrifying things happened, many potions that failed to be boiled may have similar effects as when they were successfully boiled, but not as consistently.

The potion of shrinkage potion that Neville and Ron had teamed up to brew had failed, but it also had some effect.

Like what...... Returning certain parts of the body to the way they were when they were younger.

All the young wizards who were sure to be safe and looked at Malfoy clearly noticed that Malfoy's platinum blonde hair was ...... It's all retracted into the head!

Malfoy entered his grandfather's state ahead of schedule, and at the same time achieved the iconic achievement of a middle-aged and elderly wizard in England - baldness!

Many of the girls shrank their heads in horror, and looked at Neville and Ron with fear in their eyes.

Fortunately, the previous explosion was far enough away from him to hit his head.

Otherwise, think about the possible scenarios...... You might as well kill them!

When Professor Snape hurried over and temporarily stabilized Malfoy's burns, Malfoy ignored the pain and forgot to pretend to be disabled.

He held his head in his hands in horror, touched his head as round as a shelled hard-boiled egg, and let out a scream that was even more terrible than before.

"My hair!"

Then he passed out.

Professor Snape glared at Neville viciously, "You will continue to be in a group with Seamus in the future, and sit in my designated position!" ”

"Extinguish the cauldron and stay where you are, lest you do anything stupid!"

Then, Professor Snape waved his wand, and Malfoy floated behind, and the two of them hurried towards the school hospital.

Naturally, the Gryffindors didn't let go of this great opportunity and began to laugh wildly at Malfoy's stupidity.

The Slytherins sneered at each other, although they were not very confident, but they could not be cowardly in their momentum.

If it weren't for the bell ringing just in time, Professor Snape remotely manipulated the magic to get up and down the blackboard and give the instructions to get out of class, maybe there would have been another fight in the classroom.

……

By lunchtime, Malfoy's bald head had spread throughout the school.

Many of the young wizards were trying to get the details from the onlookers at the time, and wondered if Malfoy would ever be able to get his hair back.

Think about it! If Malfoy's still-handsome face had lost its platinum-blonde hair and was left with a reflective hard-boiled egg, it would have been a comedic punch.

Please forgive us, but it's funny!

(End of chapter)