After saying goodbye to Muen, Harry's eyes still flashed with the words he had just said, and then his expression gradually became firm.

After arriving in the lobby on the first floor and having a casual breakfast, he went to the Potions classroom located underground.

There was still about half an hour before class, so before that, he decided to read a book.

He's getting used to life at Hogwarts, and he doesn't feel like there's anything else to do at the moment, except for flying lessons until next week.

It's not as fulfilling as reading a book.

Or rather, he's used to it.

And learn to get a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment from learning.

He hopes to quickly lay a solid foundation and then build his own runiwen system, so that he can quickly learn from Uncle Muen.

Moreover, he was not just reading a book, but if he looked closely, although he seemed to be holding a book in his hand, there was actually a large gap between the book and his palm, and there was a bright blue light flowing in the gap.

Even when it comes to flipping books, he tries his best not to touch them physically.

After about ten minutes, the first person to come to the classroom finally stopped the practice of the mage's hand, put the book away, and took out the Potions class book and the loose notebook.

Yes, the notebook must be loose pages, which is what it feels like a master's manuscript!

It wasn't until near the end of the class that Hermione arrived in a hurry, sat next to Harry, quickly opened the book, and complained breathlessly: "Oh my God, the part of the stairs I usually walk on today suddenly changed position, and I didn't even have the reserved time to prepare." ”

"Luckily, my lounge is right next to it." Harry laughed.

As they spoke, the hallway behind them rang with the sound of heavy, hurried footsteps.

Looking back, a black-clad Professor Snape walked quickly into the classroom with a fluttering cloak as if he were walking in the wind.

He had the same stern aura as Professor McGonagall, and seemed a little more irritable, and when he stepped into the classroom with his first foot, none of the young wizards dared to say anything.

He walked over to the podium, and as soon as he picked up the roll call, he shuffled his gaze on Harry in a low tone.

"Yes, Harry Potter." He said slowly, "The famous Mr. Savior has come to Hogwarts!" ”

Draco, as well as many Slytherins, laughed unabashedly.

Snape looked away from Harry and then looked around at the group, "Potions, I'm not very demanding, I don't expect you to appreciate the beauty of a slow-simmering cauldron. As long as you're not the kind of idiots who can just wave their wands!! ”

Hermione moved her stool forward, clearly impatient.

"Potter! What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to the wormwood infusion?"

Harry hadn't expected Snape's words to suddenly turn to him. However, he still reacted quickly, and spat out: "Life and death water is a very effective sleeping pill. ”

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised, but his tone was even more unkind: "You don't need to explain too much to show what you should know." ”

Should I have learned?!

Why does it feel like this dean... Not much kindness to yourself?!

"If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" He asked again.

"Cow's stomach or a drugstore." Harry almost blurted out again.

Then he noticed that Snape was staring into his eyes, his pupils flickering, as if he was thinking about something.

"Let's talk about the difference between scapular aconitum and wolf venom aconitum?"

"There is a difference in the name, but it is actually the same thing, collectively referred to as Aconite."

Almost every time Harry answered, he followed Snape's question.

"Very good," Snape said, "Fifteen points for Slytherin!" I'll ask you again, Potter, and if it's luck this time, remember to pray before the next class. ”

"I don't pray, I just believe in myself." Harry said.

Snape slapped the table violently: "I didn't let you speak, Slytherin deducted a point!" ”

“What the… Cough cough cough..."

All eyes were on the direction from which the voice came, it was a freckled boy with red hair, Harry had no impression of him, he must have been from Gryffindor.

"Ahh Another Weasley, what's wrong with you? Snape said smugly.

"No, professor, I just choked on it." The boy quickly waved his hand and shook his head.

Snape apparently didn't find a chance to deduct points and had to look away.

Seeing this, the coughing boy turned his head and whispered: "Fifteen extra points, one deduct one?!" Are you kidding? ”

"Gryffindor deducts five points! Weasley, I'm talking, what are you whispering? ”

Harry saw the boy's face flush and didn't dare to speak again.

Snape, after half a lesson on theory, began to divide them into pairs for the practical part of the potion.

He almost separated Gryffindor and Slytherin completely, but when he came to Harry and Hermione...

Harry couldn't see what Snape was thinking, and although he had been learning to observe faces for a long time and had some results, it was clear that he still didn't have much to do with Snape.

His eyes were dark and hollow, and Harry could only see a little bit of the surface, and in a nutshell, it was—complicated!

Very complicated feelings!

Then he went straight past the two and grouped the rest of the group.

Once the groups were divided, Snape began to walk around the classroom, instructing them in making potions. Harry and Hermione were not at all wrong with the pairing. Still, Snape was in trouble with him.

However, no points were deducted.

Instead, Gryffindor was deducted a lot of points. Seamus didn't know what he was doing, and with a snap, the entire crucible exploded into fireworks.

Then his teammate, a somewhat chubby Gryffindor boy, is startled and knocks down Weasley and a girl's cauldron.

Then, the liquid flowed out and fell onto the medicinal herbs they had prepared, and there was a violent reaction immediately, and the medicine splashed like boiling oil soaked in water.

The whole classroom was in chaos in an instant!

"Idiot!!" Snape roared, his robe shaken, and his wand flicked out.

However, there are people who are faster than him!!

"Clean up—"

Suddenly, the sputtered potion was swept away and vanished.

Snape looked at the source of the spell in surprise, and then surprise flashed in his eyes.

It's Harry!

Noticing the gaze around him, Harry withdrew his wand, feeling a little smug in his heart.

Oh, this is my most proficient spell.

"Smug fellow." Snape made an assessment in his heart.

However, although he was a little unhappy in his heart, he did not intend to miss the opportunity to add points: "Good, Slytherin plus five points. ”

"Get him to the infirmary!" He then turned to Weasley and Seamus, whose face was blackened by the smoke.

Almost an hour after the mess, the morning Potions class was over. Harry felt strange in this lesson, and for some reason, Snape had an undisguised malice towards him.

But fortunately, he took the other party's problem completely.

There are also quite a few points.