Chapter 204 Malfoy's Malice

Ron was a little frustrated and prepared again. Although it was not difficult to cut these roots of different sizes neatly, it made Ron very irritable.

But Malfoy obviously won't stop there, and Harry, he has only affected Ron.

"And, sir, I need someone to peel the figs for me," Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious mirth.

"Potter, you can peel the figs for Malfoy," Snape said, giving Harry a look of disgust that he always reserved for Harry.

Harry took Malfoy's fig as Ron began trying to repair the roots he now had to use. Harry peeled the figs as quickly as possible. Thrown across the table to Malfoy without saying a word. Malfoy's smile grew more malicious.

"Hey, Potter..." Malfoy called softly. Fanlin swore that Snape could definitely hear it, but Professor Snape had no intention of stopping him. He left here far away. He was looking for items to deduct points. Neville was a good choice, and so was Seamus.

"Hey..." Malfoy continued to call tirelessly, but Harry showed no intention of raising his head.

"Don't be like this, Potter..." Malfoy said jokingly, his tone full of Malfoy-like sarcasm.

"I think I have something here that you must be very interested in..." Malfoy pretended to be serious, "About your dirty friend with giant blood, Rubeus Hagrid and that damn stupid bird, What's it called...oh...right...Buckbeak?"

"What do you want to do?" Harry raised his head sharply, and anyone could hear the anger in his words. His voice was a little loud, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, but Professor Snape was like It was as if he hadn't heard anything at all. He had his back turned to them, and Snape was giving Neville one-on-one... point deductions.

"Are you interested this time, Potter?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, otherwise I won't let you go, if something happens to Hagrid..." Harry said angrily, and he slapped the things in his hands on the table.

"It's so terrible..." Malfoy pretended to tremble, looking like he was imitating Neville. Of course, this aroused Harry's anger even more...

"He's finished, Potter..."

"What did you say?" Harry asked in disbelief, "What did you do?"

"I'm afraid he'll never be a teacher again," said Malfoy, pretending to be sad. "My dad is not happy that I got hurt—"

"Go on, Malfoy, and I'm going to tell you the truth," Ron growled.

"...He has complained to the school administrator. He has also complained to the Ministry of Magic. My father is an influential person, as you know. And such a trauma is not good for old age..." Malfoy pretended. Yangdi sighed greatly, "If my arms never return to their original shape, who knows what will happen?"

"So you're pretending like this," Harry said, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar, because his hands were shaking with anger, "trying to get Hagrid expelled."

"Well," Malfoy said, his voice lowered to a whisper, "Partly that, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley? Cut up the caterpillars for me."

"It's such a pity..." Malfoy continued, "In less than a week since the start of the school year, our Professor of Care of Magical Creatures will be fired... This is really an unfortunate thing..."

Ron wished that Malfoy was the caterpillar under his hand. He cut hard with the knife, and the blade made a discordant tearing sound across the table.

"Of course...and that big stupid bird..." Malfoy lowered his voice again, "Do you think it will be okay, Potter?"

"..." Harry breathed heavily. He wanted to punch Malfoy hard on the face that he wanted to punch right now.

"You know, it's a beast, and he hurt a noble pure-blood wizard... guess what will happen to it, Potter?"

Malfoy laughed, Harry's anger brought him great satisfaction, and so did Hermione. She cut off a large piece of her daisy root in one move, which shocked Fanlin.

A few seats away from them, Neville was in trouble. He was receiving one-on-one... venom from Snape.

Neville would always have a nervous breakdown in Potions; Potions was the subject he did the worst at, and since he was so afraid of Snape, it was made ten times worse.

His potion was supposed to be a bright green acidic substance, but it turned out to be - "Orange, Longbottom," Snape said, scooping some out with a spoon and letting it splash back into the cauldron for everyone to see. Everybody can see it. "Orange. Tell me, fool, did something seep into that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me, clearly, that all it takes is a drop of rat bile? Didn't I understand? Say, a little leech juice will suffice? How can I explain it to you, Longbottom?"

Na Cheng's face turned pink and he was trembling. He looked like he was about to cry.

"Sir," Hermione said, "Sir, if you allow me, can I help him get over it?"

"I'm not asking you to show off, Miss Granger," Snape said coldly, and Hermione's face turned as red with anger as Neville's.

"Longbottom, before get out of class ends today, we are going to give your toad a few drops of this potion and see what happens. Maybe this will encourage you to do this potion well."

Snape walked away, leaving Neville there in a state of panic. "Help me!" he moaned to Hermione.

"Neville..." Vanlin whispered, and he controlled his notebook with his hand to fly towards Neville.

But Snape seemed to have regained his keen perception at this time. With a move of his fingers, Vanlin's notebook returned to Vanlin's desk uncontrollably, and Vanlin could not pick up the notebook at all.

"You too..." Snape said coldly, "I think you can complete the preparation of this potion without relying on notes."

"But, Professor Snape..." Vanlin said anxiously, "Neville..."

"Longbottom doesn't need any form of help. This is teaching. This will help Longbottom's pig brain remember it firmly... Well... Maybe I think too much..." Snape said sarcastically, "Now, concentrate on preparing your potions. If you don't finish it before the end of get out of class, I don't mind spilling your failed potions into your dinner!"

In an instant, all the little wizards didn't dare to look around. Snape would really do this. (To be continued)