In Potions class, Snape is teaching how to make an antidote to a strong wizard's poison.

Some of Durmstrang sat nervously in their seats, eager to memorize everything Snape said, while others stared blankly at the ceiling, not knowing where their fugue had gone.

In order to prevent Hogwarts from cheating and better monitor the movements of the two Hogwarts warriors, Karkaroff took the initiative to send all the students except Victor to the fourth year.

When he wanted to come to the sixth year and go to the fourth year, there was naturally no pressure on his studies, who would have thought that the fourth year at Hogwarts would be so perverted. The pace of learning is well beyond the level of 6th grade.

The result of this is that they can't keep up with the progress even more, just imagine, a group of scumbags who believe in happy teaching suddenly come to Haidian and Huanggang, and then study with the students inside, do questions together, and take exams together

Damn, my scalp is numb.

Even if he wrote it down word for word, he couldn't understand what Snape was talking about.

There was no way to adapt, and many Durmstrang students chose to give up.

Snape didn't bother to care about them, after all, he wasn't his own student, and it had nothing to do with him whether he studied well or badly.

Ron lay on the table without love: "Can't the school get some normal food?" ”

Ever since he and Dudley had tasted the canned herring that day, Ron hadn't eaten much in that time.

I don't have any appetite at all. His mind was full of the smell of canned food, and he didn't even bother to put his favorite big chicken leg in front of him at noon today.

Well, the main reason is to cater to Beauxbatons' tastes, today's chicken thighs are sweet and topped with a thick layer of jam and sugar.

Sweet chicken thighs, is that for people? This is the greatest disrespect to the chicken legs.

Unsurprisingly, Ron was spotted lying on the table by Snape.

"Weatherby, get out of bed."

Come on, now it's not just the name, it's the last name.

But Ron didn't care.

As a pure foodie, you can't even care about eating, so what's there to be afraid of?

Mr. Ronald is fearless.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance entered Ron's nose, it was a fragrance that he had never smelled before, and at that moment he instantly raised his head and looked around.

'Someone cooking something in Potions class?!' ’

Soon, the strange scent grew stronger and stronger throughout the classroom, and not only Ron, but everyone else could smell it as well.

Snape's face was gloomy, black as if it had been covered in ink.

Apparently he smelled it too.

It's bold for someone to dare to cook something to eat in his class.

Did you take him as a Potions professor in your eyes?

He wanted to see who dared to be so bold, and he must let him taste the poison of this antidote taught today.

Is it true that Snape is a good-natured person?

At the first moment, the sharp eyes swept over Durmstrong's position, and the frightened group of young wizards desperately shrank back, for fear of being targeted by Snape.

No, it's not them

Snape, who had found nothing, regretfully withdrew his gaze.

If it's not an out-of-school school, it's Hogwarts

Start with the most daring Gryffindor.

And yet it doesn't matter.

Snape frowned, if it wasn't Gryffindor, it would have been Slytherin (Potions class, Gryffindor and Slytherin were bound to class).

Following the scent, his gaze fell to Dudley's seat in the front row of Slytherin.

Dudley's crucible was steaming hot, and Snape saw him drop a handful of coriander from the Dicotyledonous family Apiaceae.

"Mr. Dursley, I think you'd better explain to me why you are cooking and eating in my class."

Snape looked very angry, and although his tone was calm, there was unimaginable killing intent in his eyes, and he directly called Dudley by his last name.

Dudley did have the privilege of doing other things in Potions class, but that wasn't a reason for him to cook food in Potions class.

Who gave him the guts?!

Even as Snape's proud disciple, if he didn't give a reasonable excuse, Snape would give him a good look.

The little wizards around him unconsciously shrank back, they didn't want to be affected, Snape's anger was still borne by Dudley alone.

"Professor Snape." Dudley looked up, tossed the chopped onion into the cauldron, and gave Snape a serious look, "I'm boiling potions." ”

"What are you talking about?"

As if he didn't hear it clearly, Snape's voice rose a few decibels, and his tone became more dangerous: "Repeat what you just said. ”

"I'm boiling potions, Professor." Dudley repeated, staring at him without fear.

Snape was about to laugh angrily, but he turned into two steps to reach Dali, looking at the churning potatoes, cabbage, and white and tender tofu cubes in the crucible, and how ugly and ugly his face was.

You call it a potion?

What is this not a pot dish? It's still a dish with a pot of clear soup!

He didn't know why Dudley did it, but he knew he was angry, very angry.

Don't think you're talented

Just as Snape was about to go berserk, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Professor Snape!"

A junior wizard stood in the doorway.

"What's the matter?" Snape turned his head to look at him impatiently, his somber appearance almost scaring the young wizard to tears.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to take Mr. Porter and Mr. Dursley upstairs." He said very nervously, "Mr. Bagman wants them to pass, and all the warriors are going to go, as if there is something important to explain."

"Good, good, very good." Snape squinted at Dudley and snapped, "Dursley, Potter, you two are gone from my eyes, immediately!" ”

"Professor, I know you may have some misunderstandings, but"

Dudley filled a bowl of fragrant soup and placed it in front of Snape, "This is really a potion. ”

Without further explanation, Harry disappeared outside the Potions classroom door with Harry and the young wizard who had been informed.

Snape hesitated for a moment, but gently picked up the bowl of soup, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully.

Soon his face changed slightly, and he quickly began to stir with the spoon in the crucible, and when he lifted the spoon, he saw a special material in the center of the spoon

It is the key ingredient of the antidote he talked about in this lesson.

At this point, Snape's face was slightly better.

He glanced meaningfully at where Dudley had disappeared.

'It's only the fourth grade, and I've already found my way, although it's not mature yet.'

(End of chapter)