On Thursday, Cyrus waited for Harry's Potions lesson.

The Potions classroom was dimly lit, it was already underground, and Snape kept all the windows closed every time he entered, and if it weren't for the fact that there were still a few torches in the classroom, it might not have been visible at all.

However, it was not to blame Snape for being dark inside—despite the fact that most potions could not see bright light, and strong light usually caused potions to fail.

Cyrus slowly followed Harry in his cloak of invisibility as he walked in.

While Harry walked through the dense table to his own cauldron, Cyrus continued until he reached the corner of the podium, where there was a wooden door behind Snape's office.

Snape walked like the wind, his wizard's robes fluttering up and down like the wings of a giant bat, and as he entered the classroom, he glanced at all the students with a sharp gaze, then lingered on Harry's body for a few seconds, and then let out a sneer before he spoke:

"Today—we're going to refine the Swelling Potion—"

"I hope each and every one of you has a sound mind to read the steps in the textbook. The potion can't be too strong, it can't be too thin, or else—" He laughed grimly, looking at the Gryffindor wizards, especially Neville, Seamus, and Harry, for a long time, "Otherwise, if something happens, it's up to me whether I want to give you a swelling potion or not!" ”

Harry's potions talent wasn't bad, but Neville and Seamus were on the table to his right.

Together, these two Wolong Phoenix Chicks can be in the news every time there is no accident in Potions class, and Neville's scramble inevitably affects Harry, and even if he doesn't, Snape can deduct Harry's points based on Neville's poor performance.

You're sitting so close, why don't you help Neville?

Not at all united and fraternal, Gryffindor deducts ten points!

How dare you help Neville? Do you think you've done a great job of refining potions?

Gryffindor buckles ten!

Snape's remark caused a lot of dissatisfaction, and it was almost like naming Gryffindor that he would not be treated, but no one dared to say anything. Only the little snakes of Slytherin felt the dean's preference, and laughed in low voices.

Eventually, Snape himself broke the silence.

"Now, why don't you start yet?"

Neville immediately panicked.

"What should I add first?" His round face flushed, and his hands holding the materials trembled.

"You should have crushed the herbs into powder first, the book says." Harry whispered. But he immediately regretted it, and if he hadn't spoken, it might have been easier to cause a riot.

Snape immediately spoke sternly: "Don't talk to each other!" ”

Then, he walked over to Neville's desk, Neville's mind was now completely blank and Cyrus even wondered if he had forgotten the words "herbs" and "crushed into powder".

Now that Snape was starting to find fault with Neville, Cyrus simply picked up his wand and fired a spark into Crabbe's cauldron.

Then, Crabbe's decoction exploded, and he poured it on the class. Everyone screamed under the attack of the splashing swollen potion. Malfoy was doused in the face, his nose inflated like a balloon; Crabbe covered his eyes with his hands and stumbled, his eyes swollen to the size of a lunch plate.

The classroom was in turmoil, and the miserable screams continued, and Snape roared, "Quiet! Be quiet! ”

Sellers almost thought he was exposed.

When he looked up, he realized that Snape's vicious gaze was on Harry's group, obviously suspicious of them. He walked reassuringly towards Snape's office, and as he passed Malfoy, he had a few hairs in his hand.

Malfoy screamed even harder.

"The classmates who were splashed with the potion all came to me to get the swelling agent. Wait until I figure out who did it......"

Cyrus didn't hear the rest of the words, and he had slipped into Snape's office.

"The horns of the two-horned, the skin of the African tree serpent—" He raised his wand, the tip of which lit up, revealing a wall of jars and jars in a faint light.

"There's a lot of good stuff about Snape."

Cyrus was unceremonious, and in addition to the two materials, the other materials that could be used were also taken out. Most of them are materials that can be used to make up for a person's life energy. He wasn't worried about being discovered by Snape, so what if he did?

He didn't know who the real thief was, so he had to tell Dumbledore, but Dumbledore had long known that "himself" or that there was a ghost of Voldemort at work. Although he still hasn't figured out if it's Voldemort himself, his Horcruxes, or just an evil spell or prop.

Either way, he chose to wait and see, choosing the fateful enemy chosen by Voldemort himself.

Since there was a miracle eleven years ago, and Harry Potter also defeated Voldemort last semester, no matter how weak Voldemort was at that time, it was impossible for a young wizard in a first year to fight against. But it ended in Quirrell's death.

That being the case, Dumbledore believed that this time, Harry Potter might be able to defeat Voldemort's plot once again.

And as you can see from the tragic situation of Quirrell last semester, Tom Riddle's possession alone will consume a person's life, and if he doesn't replenish a little energy, Ginny Weasley's life will be in danger.

Although Dumbledore was in no hurry to stop himself, he did not want to see an innocent young wizard die.

It was this that Sellers took advantage of to dare to take Snape's potions so recklessly.

By the time he had put away the potion and slipped out of his office, Snape had already applied the swelling potion to all the students who had been injured by the swelling potion, and he was standing in front of Crabbe's cauldron, looking down in thought.

"Hmph, a faint spark—" His dark gaze swept over all the young wizards, finally resting on Harry and the others.

"A clever little trick on your own! Casting spells is your failure! ”

"Harry Po-Ter, why don't you take out your wand and let me check what spells you've cast?"