Chapter 207 Potions Class (Modified)

Just then, Hagrid walked into the Great Hall.

In his long moleskin overcoat, he was absently tossing a dead polecat with one large hand.

"How is it?" He stopped walking towards the staff table, and said enthusiastically, "You guys come to my first class! As soon as I have lunch! I got up at five o'clock in the morning and put all my Everything is ready... I hope the class goes well... I, finally became a teacher... Really..."

He smiled happily at Alan and the others, and continued to walk towards the staff table, still shaking the dead polecat in his hand.

"I don't know what he's been preparing for?" Ron said, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"With Alan's suggestion, it shouldn't be too outrageous." Harry swallowed the last bite of the sandwich in a hurry.

The students were rushing to their first class, and the auditorium gradually became less crowded.

"What's your first class?" Penello asked Alan curiously, and Luna stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, Potions class!" Ellen didn't understand why they looked at her like that.

"My first class is Transfiguration, and the classrooms are not in the same direction." Penello looked at his schedule regretfully, then looked at Professor Snape on the teacher's seat, and whispered to Allen, " By the way, Professor Snape's face is very bad, you have to be careful."

Allen followed her gaze, and Professor Snape was staring at Professor Lupine with a bad expression on his face, as if Professor Lupine owed him a million Galleons. Despite being in a bad mood, Professor Snape was keenly aware of Alan's gaze. His eyes were like knives, and he looked over instantly. Meeting Professor Snape's eyes, Allen was embarrassed, but there was an extremely gentle and polite smile on his face. Seeing that it was Allen, Professor Snape nodded slightly, stopped looking at Allen, and began to enjoy his own breakfast.

Allen let out a sigh of relief.

"He won't make things difficult for you." Luna's voice was still in a trance.

"I won't give him a chance to embarrass him." Allen laughed.

"Whoever wants to embarrass you, then the last embarrassment must be himself." Penello blinked slyly, then got up and left.

The Potions classroom is underground, cold and gloomy. Along the walls are glass jars filled with creepy stuffed animals. Cold water poured into the pool from the mouth of the odd-faced stone carving in the corner.

When everyone set up the cauldron, Professor Snape walked into the classroom briskly as if he was stepping on something.

"I'm going to make a new potion today, shrinking potion. Does anyone know what ingredients it needs? What effect does it have?" Professor Snape glanced over the little wizards.

Everyone was silent, not daring to meet his gaze—even though many Ravenclaws actually knew its composition, but no one was willing to look at him due to the aura of the head of the Snake Court...

Except for one person, Alan of Ravenclaw, thinking of Alan and his gaze in the morning, Professor Snape called Alan's name.

"To make a shrinking potion, you need to chop the root of a daisy, peel a shrunken fig, slice a caterpillar, add a drop of rat bile, and a little leech juice. Its effect is to shrink objects " Allen replied calmly, looking directly at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape stared at Allen gloomyly, "Very good, five points for Ravenclaw!"

Although many people knew that Alan answered correctly, to everyone's surprise, Professor Snape actually gave Ravenclaw a full five points instead of being stingy as usual, and the careful little wizard discovered that the potion The professor's brows were not as tightly wrinkled as before.

Everyone looked at each other, did Alan cast a confusion spell on the professor?

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get your notes!" Professor Snape knocked on the podium dissatisfied.

The little wizards lowered their heads in unison, picked up their pens, and began to record. Next, under the dangerous eyes of Professor Snape, the little wizards carefully cut the root of the little daisy,

Peeling the figs meticulously—Although Professor Snape has a different opinion of Allen, it doesn't mean that he can relax his vigilance in class.

Allen swiftly cut the roots of the daisies into even and equal pieces, and the Ravenclaws beside him were no longer surprised. After Allen put all the materials into the crucible, most of the daisies Wizards are still fighting caterpillars - especially the Hufflepuffs.

The limp caterpillar, slimy after cutting, looks disgusting, and Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbot, who keeps wiping the green sap from her hands, looks like she's about to cry!

Seeing that Professor Snape had been inspecting the cauldron over Ravenclaw, Ernie McMillan secretly turned his and Hannah's caterpillars into frozen caterpillars, which was much easier to cut, and also Won't get hands dirty. Hannah smiled gratefully at Ernie, and Ernie winked happily at Hannah.

"Stupid!" said Professor Snape suddenly, his voice sounding extremely dangerous.

Ernie was so startled that he almost knocked over the cauldron, and Professor Snape strode towards Ernie and Hannah. All the little wizards put down their work, looked around, and guessed who was so unlucky.

"Hmm - what a great idea? Freezing the caterpillars and slicing them!" Professor Snape picked up a piece of Ernie's chopped caterpillars and held them up for everyone to see.

"Do you think you are smarter than all potion masters? Don't you hear me say that you can't change the characteristics of medicinal materials? How can I explain it to you, McMillan?" Professor Snape Staring at Ernie, his eyes looked like a poisonous snake about to attack.

Ernie was flushed, shaking, and about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Hannah sobbed beside him, "It's because of me that Ernie came up with such a way."

"If you are afraid of getting dirty, then take the train and go home!" Professor Snape said coldly, "Otherwise it will only be a waste of medicinal materials."

"If the get out of class is over and your potion cannot be brewed successfully, Hufflepuff will deduct 20 points!" Professor Snape walked away from them.

Hannah covered her face, and the other Hufflepuffs looked at her sympathetically.

"Oh, we're out of caterpillars!" Ernie said desperately, looking to the other students for help.

However, under the gaze of Professor Snape, no one dared to act rashly.

"Professor, my shrink potion has been brewed successfully." Allen raised his hand, and Professor Snape walked towards Allen's cauldron.

From a distance, one could see the bright and dazzling green potion in Allen's crucible.

Professor Snape scooped up some with a spoon, and slowly poured it back into the cauldron. There was a smile under his greasy hair, which shocked the little wizard who was paying attention.