Snape said, "Anyone who has read the instructions carefully will put your potion samples in pot-bellied flasks, label them with their names, and take them to my podium for testing. ”

"And homework: a twelve-inch paper on parchment on the properties of moonstone and its medicinal uses, handed in on Thursday. ”

Snape's gaze suddenly shifted to someone, and he said expressionlessly, "Pablo Tejela, you seem to have a problem with my assignment, so write sixteen inches long, and I'll check it carefully." ”

The Slytherin student named Pablo Tejela was crying, he was the student who Snape joked about before class, but he didn't expect Snape to hear it.

Sixteen inches, 0.4 meters.

......

The students in the classroom began to fill the short-necked flasks with the potion, and then cleaned up the test bench in the same way.

Harry and Hermione stepped forward as soon as Snape finished speaking, placing two glass bottles on the podium.

Snape didn't look at Harry, and on a piece of parchment with a list of students written on it, he put a mark after their names, which seemed to be a perfect score.

Harry's attitude towards Snape had long been strange, and if Snape complimented him, it would be more unlikely than the end of the world tomorrow.

Perhaps it was Harry and Hermione's actions that gave the others courage, they thought that I could do it, and they didn't dare to expect to be praised by Snape, as long as they could be like Harry, Snape didn't say a word. One by one, the students below walked to Snape's podium with short-necked flasks filled with potions and corked caps.

With trembling hands, Ron placed a strangely smelling bottle of "palliative" in front of Snape.

Snape's expression turned disgusted, his hand fanned in front of him, and he said with disgust, "Mr. Weasley, are you boiling rotten eggs?"

Snape's pen was unceremonious, giving a zero.

"Mr. Longbottom, well, you haven't used it yet. You tell me it's a palliative? I think it's solidified cement, and I'm curious how you got it out of the crucible. ”

"Miss Plivan, even Billy Wig's feces are a hundred times more normal than your inexplicable pile. ”

Pliven wept and fled with his face hidden.

"Bolt, what is this? garbage ......"

"Waste ......"

......

Snape unceremoniously casts a great taunt and scolds everyone for nothing.

It's only been a few minutes, but to the people inside, it seems like a long time.

The bell finally rang, and everyone except Harry and Hermione wanted to be the first to break out of the basement classroom.

Harry came out of the basement only to find that the sky was darker and gloomy than it had been in the morning, and the rain was falling down.

The morning was out of class, and Harry and Hermione went back to their love hut.

Helena was in the kitchen, making a clanging sound.

"Helena, what are you doing? Rolling pins are not allowed for personal use. Harry said with a smile.

Helena: "......"

Hermione: "......"

There was silence for a long time before Helena's voice came from the kitchen: "...... I'm about to make mashed potato pie at noon, and I'm kneading the dough. ”

Hermione nudged Harry and pushed him to the bookshelf, "Go, go, stay away from us." ”

Then go into the kitchen.

Helena is a transparent ghost, her palms and body are stained with fine flour, like stars dotted in the night sky, and she is very beautiful.

Hermione looked at the kind and beautiful Helena, and couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She is the daughter of Ravenclaw, but now she is no different from an ordinary cook, she has become a ghost, and she has to work hard.

"Helena, I'll chop the minced meat for you. Hermione said.

"Well, the finer the pie, the better. Helena nodded.

The hind leg meat of some kind of animal is placed on the cutting board, and the fat and lean are balanced, so that the pie texture is just right.

"There is no shadow. "Hermione used magic.

That's right, the troublesome thing of chopping minced meat, of course, is convenient to use magic. (Snape: I see, it turns out that the best use of this magic I created is here, and I have seen it for a long time.) ）

Countless sharp edges slashed across the flesh, and it was quickly cut into pieces.

Helena said, "Not yet, you still need to use a knife to cut again." ”

"Why, it's already cut into very small pieces. ”

Helena said seriously: "I saw a story in Western Food Weekly about a world chain of burritos, and its owner brought in the most advanced food cutter, chicken cucumber carrots...... The preparation of the ingredients can be left to the machine, which greatly reduces the work of the chef. But in the end, the boss gave up using the machine and asked to continue to use manual labor to complete all the cooking process, because he found that the taco made by the machine did not taste as good as the manual cutting of vegetables. I think it's because the machine is so sharp, and even though the chopped pieces are more broken than the ones chopped by hand, in fact, every ingredient is not broken, and the flavor can't be brought out, so if you grind the meat out of the foam, it will be more delicious. ”

Hermione said dumbfoundedly, "Good...... Professional ......"

"Don't you hate living like this, being asked to do all sorts of things by Harry. Hermione asked.

Helena bowed her head slightly, her curls scattered to cover half of her face: "No, I like it very much." ”

......

Harry was watching the shocking scene, and words could no longer express the shock in his heart.

"It's a magical world, but it's too mysterious. ”

Cutie squatted on the desk, paws through a history of magic, and the sparkling look in her eyes told Harry that she wasn't playing, but really reading the words in the book.

"Hermione, our cat is a sperm, she's reading. Harry shouted.

Hermione was not surprised at all: "Do you know? Or did I teach her words with Zhang Qiu." During the summer vacation, I took Cutie to a Muggle institution to get her IQ tested, and the doctor said that Cutie was now about equal to the wisdom of an eight-year-old child, and since she could speak, I would teach her to read. ”

"You brought a talking cat to the Muggle world for an IQ test?!"

Hermione said embarrassedly, "We used the Oblivion Charm on that doctor. ”

......

Cutie stretched, shook her body, and said to Harry with disdain, "Is this the servant's words and stories? Where can we compare with our cat people, we only need to use a "meow" sound to express all meanings, and your history has always been wars, stupid, obviously there are endless dried fish. ”

"Yes, yes, Master Meow is right. Harry rolled his eyes, not explaining.

The cutie is like an ignorant little girl, thinking that Harry and all of them are her subordinates, very naïve, but the concept of the cat people is like this, and Harry can't explain it at all. Even if Harry bullied her, she wouldn't recognize the reality, and would only be afraid to say that her servant had rebelled.

Harry held out his hand, and Cutie immediately jumped onto Harry's arm with graceful steps, and Harry held Cutie in his arms.

The cutie twitched her pink nose, and a hint of sparkle flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"I smell the meat, I'm so hungry, Harry, you can get Ben Meow some dried fish to cushion her stomach. ”

Harry opened a glass cabinet filled with various brands of cat food, all of which were rations for Cutie and Crook Hill.

"Well, cutie, which one do you eat?Kruisi, Mfudi, Mziyuan?"

The little cute little paw waved: "Try the yellow bag on the left side of the second row today." ”

Harry immediately took it down for the cutie, placed two small plates on the desk, and poured the dried fish into the plates.

"Crookshan, come down and eat. The cutie shouted at Crookshan, who looked like a big ginger hat.

Crookhill opened his eyes and jumped off the fireplace.

The wooden table made a thud.

Cutie is nice to Crookshan, and she seems to think that Crookshank is a subject in her territory. And Crookshank thinks the same way, and it is both respectful and fearful of the cutie.

Maybe the cat people also have a class.

The little cutie sniffed for a while, then picked up the dried small dried fish and chewed it.

Suddenly, she asked a little angrily, "Harry, why do I have less dried fish on my plate than in Crookshank?"

"Because it's several times bigger than you, of course you have to eat more. Harry rubbed Crookshank's hair, which was hard and fluffy, like a lion cub, in keeping with its owner, Hermione.

"Then why don't you eat more and grow like Crook Hill?" Harry advised.

"It's not good, it's not good, I don't want to eat like that. "The cutie is adamantly against it.

"Why? Harry asked casually.

Huh, yes, why? The little cutie suddenly wondered.

...... Maybe it's because once I become the size of Crookshan, I won't be cute enough to run to Harry's shoulder and be coquettish as much as I want, and Harry may not like me as much as he does now.

No way, no way, Harry is just Ben Meow's servant, so I don't care what he thinks.

Harry couldn't have guessed that Cutie's mind as a cat could be so complicated, he just saw that Cuie suddenly stopped eating, as if the dried fish in his hand suddenly didn't smell good, and then stood stupidly, his eyes looking at the air in front of him, as if thinking about Meow.

......