"Very well, Harris!" Professor Snape nodded, but didn't give Ravenclaw any extra points.

Alan put the potion in a bottle and placed it on the podium.

"The professor should give you extra points!" Edward muttered quietly.

"It's okay, my purpose has been achieved. Alan smiled nonchalantly.

Ernie on Hufflepuff's side had already begun to cut the caterpillars, and Hannah didn't dare to dislike the caterpillar's juice anymore, and carefully handled the herbs.

Professor Snape glanced at Alan suspiciously, and Alan looked at him innocently.

When he caught Professor Snape's attention, Michael Corner, who was beside Ernie, immediately took action and gave his caterpillar to Ernie and Hannah.

"Alan, can you lend me your copper scale?" Seeing that class was about to end, Edward was a little anxious.

"Of course. Alan handed the scales over, and at the same time carried some small daisy roots.

Edward and Alan exchanged a knowing glance and bowed his head as he continued to fight against his potion.

A few minutes before the end of class, Edward finally finished his potion.

"Everybody's gathered around," Professor Snape said, his dark eyes shining, "and look what these two little mice are going to become." If their shrinkage potion is boiled, they will shrink back to their newborn appearance. If they don't get it right, I have no doubt about that, the two guinea pigs are likely to be poisoned. Then Hufflepuff will be deducted 20 points!"

The classmates watched worriedly.

Professor Snape grabbed the mouse in his left hand, then slipped a spoon into Ernie's potion.

Now that the potion had turned green, he poured a few drops into the mouse's throat.

Then, in the same way, he fed Hannah's potion to another mouse.

The classroom was silent for a moment, only to see the two mice open their mouths and gasp for air, and then they heard a pop and turned into newborn appearances, writhing in the palms of Professor Snape's hands.

The Hufflepuff classmates cheered, and the little Ravenclaw wizard smiled.

Professor Snape looked displeased, and he took a vial from his robe-pocket and poured a few drops of liquid on the mouse, which was suddenly back to its original state.

"Hufflepuff deducted five points," Snape said, and the smiles on everyone's faces suddenly disappeared, "because you soiled the floor." Class. ”

On the ground beneath Hannah and Ernie's crucible, a lot of green potions burst out, and they stood out on the black floor.

Alan and Edward went upstairs to the foyer, where Ernie and Hannah followed breathlessly.

"Thank you, Alan, if it weren't for you—"

"I didn't do anything!" Alan put his finger to his lips, and Ernie said no more.

"You cleaned the floor? that five points shouldn't be deducted, it's just a spell thing. Edward was distracted.

"It's just five points, not twenty points, and we're already happy. ”

Hannah looked at Alan gratefully, he was better than she knew!

Since Potions class took up a lot of time, the four young wizards picked up their pace and headed to the second greenhouse.

It wasn't until they met the head of their house, Professor Sprout, that the tense nerves of the Hufflepuff wizards really relaxed.

Every time they finished a potions class, they felt physically and mentally exhausted.

The four of Alan were divided into groups and peeled bubble pods.

"I'm good at this!" Hannah had a red nose, but she looked happy and confident.

She plucked the chubby, bulging pink pods from the bubble branches, peeled off the shiny beans, and placed them in a wooden bucket.

Compared to the green, slimy caterpillars, the bubble pods are undoubtedly much cuter, and they win the hearts of the little witches.

As if to make up for her mistakes in Potions class, Hannah worked extremely hard, picking most of the bubble pods in the bucket.

"Hannah did a really good job, fast and good. Hannah, who had been praised by Professor Sprout, blushed and shook her hand, and a bean fell to the ground.

"Beware, Hannah, beware!" shouted Professor Sprout, the beans on the ground blooming before their eyes.

At lunchtime, the little wizards of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were very peaceful.

On the contrary, the atmosphere of Gryffindor's young wizards was very strange, and many of them looked at Harry worriedly, as if he was about to die.

However, Alan just enjoyed his lunch in his seat, and had no intention of asking.

For Allen, what he was most looking forward to was the Transfiguration class in the afternoon, as Professor McGonagall would talk to them about Animagus (wizards who would turn into animals).

Of course, in Ravenclaw, there are many other young wizards who think the same way as Ellen.

They arrived early in the Transfiguration class after their lunch break.

When Professor McGonagall entered the classroom and saw a pair of sparkling eyes eager for knowledge, her emotions were aroused, and the corners of her mouth widened suspiciously.

She explained the knowledge more vividly and in simple terms.

Professor McGonagall transforms into a spotted cat in front of the class, with traces of glasses around her eyes.

Such a demonstration caused thunderous applause in the classroom, and the young wizards were motivated to practice Animagus seriously.

But soon, they realise that they still have a long way to go to become a true Animagus!

At dinner, Penelope sat down gracefully next to Alan with a plate and brought a piece of news to Allen, "Did you hear that? Malfoy is injured. ”

Alan was very surprised, he had already warned Hagrid, why was Malfoy still injured?

He couldn't help but stare at the Slytherin table, where a large crowd of people, including Crabbe and Goyle, whispered, but Malfoy wasn't among them.

At the Gryffindor table in the distance, the three of Harry were frowning and discussing something.

"Any idea how he got hurt?" asked Allen.

"It is said that Malfoy provoked a hippony-winged beast during his magical creature protection class in Shanghai, and was scratched. Penelope said nonchalantly.

She glanced at Allen, "You're so kind, you're worried about Malfoy! With Madam Pomfrey's superb medical skills, you can heal your injuries in the blink of an eye." ”

"It's not Malfoy I'm worried about," Alan frowned, "It's terrible that this happened to Hagrid in his first class, isn't it?"

In fact, what Alan is really worried about is that no matter how hard he tries, he can't change the original plot.

But Lockhart! Lockhart got the punishment he deserved!

Alan felt the need to figure out the ins and outs of Malfoy's injury.