Chapter 93 Awakening (1)
"Look, our savior's friends are truly extraordinary." Snape sneered at the bandaged Ron with his gloomy eyes, showing a wicked smile.
"Who can tell me, the symbol of brave Gryffindor? Weasley, may I ask you, dear warrior, are you going to steal the dragon's egg or the basilisk's tooth." Snape even used Respectfully, but anyone could hear the maliciousness in the words, the students on Slytherin's side couldn't help but burst into laughter, even Gryffindor students couldn't help it, they just tried their best to hold back Laughing out loud, for a while, the potions class was filled with happy air.
Compared with the therapeutic effect of the Muggle society, the wizards' methods seem to be very immediate. Even with such a serious injury, Ron was able to participate in the course after only a few days of recuperation. Harry and Hermione both advised him After a few more days off, Ron still insisted on choosing to come back to class. The first two days were fine. Most of the students selectively forgot his farce, but when it came to Snape's potions class, here is the his home.
Ron thought he was mentally prepared, but he was still furious when faced with Snape's taunts, but he didn't know how to fight back.
"I think my friend has gotten the punishment he deserves, isn't it inappropriate for you to be a teacher? For example, to make fun of your students. Professor Dumbledore would not be happy to see his students being treated like this. Shameful." Hermione stood up, looked up at Snape, and said neither humble nor arrogant.
Snape's laughter stopped, as if strangled by his neck, and his face darkened even more, "I don't need you to point me to my actions, Miss Know-it-all," he said coldly, and finally Added a sentence: "Contradicting the teacher, Gryffindor will deduct five points."
Hermione sat down unconcernedly, and Ron whispered a thank you to her.
After such a commotion for a while, the laughter of the students finally stopped, and the potions class began to get to the point.
"Today we're going to learn to make a bone-shrinking potion." Snape glanced at his students indifferently, seeing that most of the students were very attentive, he was still quite satisfied, and then he began to explain the configuration of this potion methods and precautions.
"This is a very complex medicine that requires a lot of materials, and the shape of the material is also very demanding. If the material is cut unevenly into the crucible, it will also affect the efficacy of the medicine." Snape seemed unintentional. He walked to Ron's side again and said maliciously: "This warrior will never let someone else do this work for you, right? Mr. Weasley."
"I believe you can cut well." Snape patted Ron's shoulder "kindly".
"Of course, Professor." Ron said slowly, only to see him slowly use his intact hand to take out a box of cut materials from the bag. "Take your trouble, I was prepared before."
Harry bet Snape wouldn't look so bad if he swallowed two big shit in a row.
The three of them had long thought of Snape's possible difficulties, and prepared preventive measures in advance.
Snape, who was looking for himself here, continued to wander around, looking for his next target. Almost without thinking, Neville was targeted by him again, and he deliberately walked up to Neville and said, "Yes I think some special means must be taken to bring out his talents in Potions, Longbottom, do you think so?"
"Yes,
Yes. ' Neville responded to Snape in a submissive manner, apparently unaware of the trouble he was about to get into.
"How about feeding your pet after your potion is done? I'm looking forward to seeing a tadpole, but I think it's more likely to leave a dead toad." Snapliu After saying this, he walked away and strode back to the podium. He just came down from the podium, it seemed that he was specifically looking for trouble with Gryffindor.
"Draco, what kind of hatred do you have between the professor and Gryffindor?" Pansy pulled down Malfoy's sleeve and asked in a low voice. Her potion has now entered a stable waiting stage, so she can be divided a little. God, for this type of secret girls are usually happy to pay attention.
"Don't gossip, do things with peace of mind. Also, your potion has changed color. If you don't add figs to it, do you want to boil a pot of poison and come out?" Malfoy threw some cut daisies in with a blank expression. In the cauldron, there was no interest in answering this question, but it still reminded Pansy.
Pansy immediately put her head back in front of her cauldron, glanced at it, and said angrily, "You lied to me again." The potion in her cauldron was still bubbling and bright green, which represented the All you need to do now is wait.
"I'm just satisfying someone's desire to study hard this semester. Don't get distracted during class." Malfoy said seriously, the Potions class is largely like an experimental class in Muggle society, and it should be taken seriously. Yes, many experimental accidents happened in the mind-wandering.
"Okay, okay, it's just that you have a point. I don't want to ask, isn't it?" Pansy turned her head back again, and focused on her medicine.
After another ten minutes, Snape's voice resounded throughout the classroom again, "I think everyone should have completed the preparatory work just now, and now we can officially start cooking." Then he used a sudden The tone said: "Mr. Longbottom, I will keep an eye on you, lest you blow up our laboratory."
There was another burst of laughter from a group of Slytherin students, and there were many fine beads of sweat on Neville's fat round face. He was extremely nervous, and he was not good at potions by Snape. It's even harder to play when you're staring at it.
Hermione wanted to help him, but she and Harry still helped Ron complete the potion, not to mention that Snape was still staring at Neville, she had no chance at all.
She guessed that Ron had hit a nail on Snape just now, and Snape had just started targeting Neville.
"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered in her heart, and then secretly set up a cauldron next to her, and began to boil a new potion. The formula should be an antidote.
"Very well, everyone should have finished configuring the potion by now." Snape immediately announced the end of the class when he saw that Neville's potion had turned into a mass of black mud, "Now please follow my instructions. The procedures I've taught you to clean the table, and myself, I don't want someone poisoning myself while eating." Snape's eyes looked meanly at Harry.
(To be continued.)