Chapter 203: Follow-Up

It was Thursday morning when Malfoy, the bastard, showed up again. His arm was bandaged. He held it high up on the dining table to show off, like a hero who had returned from injury. The most annoying thing was that there were still people who believed that Malfoy's arm had not recovered.

"How is it, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with a silly smile, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Malfoy said, deliberately putting on a brave face. But Harry saw that when Pansy looked away, he winked at Clarke and Goyle.

"It's so disgusting..." Ron muttered angrily, "I knew he would do this, pretending to be sick, he doesn't feel ashamed of himself, Madam Pomfrey can even grow Harry's bones back overnight."

Harry didn't say anything, he just stared at Malfoy, Malfoy was giving him a triumphant expression, but in Harry's opinion, this was very annoying, he wanted to give Malfoy a bat curse, so that he wouldn't have to see Malfoy's face twisted because of his arrogance.

"He really is..." Harry finally couldn't bear it anymore. Because of Malfoy, Hagrid's condition was very bad these days. He drank every day, and his magical creature care class seemed to have become a joke. Harry and others faced Flobberworms every day. This thing was just like an ordinary caterpillar, with a bamboo body and colorful and disgusting colors. Apart from eating, they just lay down and occasionally turned over.

Harry didn't understand the meaning of this creature's existence at all. Eat cabbage? Be watched? Forget it, that's too disgusting. If there is anything magical about this damn thing, it's bigger than an ordinary caterpillar.

"Calm down, Harry!" Vanlin pulled Harry back to his chair, which made the Slytherin table burst into laughter. Harry Potter and his bastard friend had a disagreement...

Laura looked at this side with concern. Since the incident in the Chamber of Secrets, Laura has become more silent. She now seems to be more willing to be with those ghosts.

"He's not worth your effort... and he wants it this way, so that he can vent all his anger on Hagrid..." Fanlin said, he picked up another piece of pudding, and it turned out that what you eat is the most important thing.

Ever since he saw all kinds of food, Fanlin suddenly felt that the British diet was really not worth mentioning, or very... rubbish...

It should be said that looking up at the stars and so on, even the most orthodox British people can't accept and eat it.

It is worth mentioning that Fanlin's books written by imitating Gilderoy Lockhart's novels, "The Philosopher's Stone in the Dungeon" and "Whisper of Death: Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets" have all been completed. He submitted the first draft of the Philosopher's Stone to the Daily Prophet newspaper, and it has passed the review.

In fact, the Daily Prophet needs content to fill the gap in literature. All the gossip is indeed unattractive to readers in this section.

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The dispute in the early morning did not last long. The first class today was Professor Snape's potion science. Before class, all Gryffindors put away their smiles. As the Potions classroom got closer and closer, Neville's face became paler and paler. When Neville saw Snape, his face looked like a dead man.

Professor Snape became more terrifying than ever. Perhaps it was because Snape failed again in his application for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. On the second day of school, Snape's first potions class of the semester, all Gryffindors received a more cruel deduction. On the first day, they were deducted more than 20 points for various reasons. The most important thing was that they were already in the third grade...

Of course, there was also Fanlin's private teaching work with Snape. As Fanlin's strength grew, Fanlin could get less and less from Snape. What he needed more was the accumulation of magic power, so Snape righteously refused to continue to guide Fanlin. Of course, in the last sparring before leaving, Snape was at full strength and successfully drove Fanlin out of his office in less than five minutes.

"Sit down, sit down." Professor Snape said lazily. Harry and Ron looked at each other with a sad face. If they were late, Snape would not say "sit still", he would deduct their credits without hesitation.

Of course, Malfoy's treatment was obviously not comparable to Harry and Ron. No matter what he did in class, he would not be punished by Professor Snape.

As for Vanlin... forget it, he didn't want to die yet, so he left it to Malfoy. He and Hermione were treated without asking. At the same time, perhaps in order to find a better reason to deduct points, Snape directly divided the know-it-all group into a group and threw them into a corner.

Snape is the dean of Slytherin House, and generally gives priority to students of the house. Today they are making a new potion: shrinking solution.

Vanlin has seen all these contents. In fact, due to Snape's private teaching, Vanlin will not have any problems with general potion refining.

Vanlin saw Harry and the others frowning, and he knew that these two people had not prepared at all.

Malfoy placed his cauldron next to Harry and the others, thus successfully joining Harry's team. The ingredients for the potion were on every table, and they were shared.

Harry looked disgusted, thinking that Malfoy must have had no good intentions.

Sure enough, just when everyone started to prepare, Malfoy was the first to launch his attack.

"Please start your performance..."

"Sir," Malfoy called, "Sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me, because my arms—"

"Weasley, cut the roots for Malfoy," Snape said without looking up.

Ron's face was as red as a brick.

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," he said angrily to Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked across the table.

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape, cut these roots."

Ron grabbed the knife, pulled Malfoy's root in front of him, and began to cut roughly, resulting in different sizes.

"Professor," Malfoy drawled, "Weasley cut my roots into all kinds of pieces, sir."

Snape approached their table, peered down from his hooked nose onto the table, and gave Ron an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Change your roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But, sir——"

Ron had just spent a quarter of an hour carefully cutting his own roots into exactly equal sizes.

"Now," Snape said in his most dangerous tone.

Ron pushed his nicely cut member across the table towards Malfoy, then picked up the knife. (To be continued)