Chapter 303: Privileges for the Wounded, Snape's Personal Grudge

"Is Draco okay?" Pansy Parkinson blocked Aaron in the foyer and asked, and the others were waiting nervously for the answer.

"He should be fine after he recovers for a while. Madam Pomfrey is putting a bandage on him. You can go visit him later."

After the words fell, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Gryffindor was even more relieved than Slytherin, as the extent of Draco's injury determined the severity of Hagrid's punishment.

"That's good." Pansy said complainingly, "He should really be fired."

"This is all Malfoy's fault." Dean Thomas said unceremoniously.

"This does account for a large part of the reason." Aaron did not refute, "If Draco had not insulted Buckbeak, he would not have been hurt.

However, Hagrid also had enough fun, and his first lesson was indeed unique, but the hippogriff was still quite dangerous to third-year students. "

"He won't be expelled, right?" Harry asked worriedly. If he was expelled from school after the first class, Hagrid might not be able to withstand such a blow.

"No." Aaron shook his head, "Draco said he would not cause trouble to Hagrid, but Buckbeak may not. No matter what the reason, it really hurt Draco Malfoy. , This is what everyone has seen with their own eyes.”

The three Harrys looked at each other, feeling particularly unhappy about this result.

Buckbeak was even more innocent than Hagrid. Malfoy was responsible for everything, but the blame fell on him.

But there's nothing they can do about it, they can only hope that the punishment won't be too severe.

...

It was a few days before Draco showed up in Potions class.

His right arm was bandaged and hung with a strap. It looked serious, but in fact it was almost healed.

Professor Snape asked everyone to make a shrinking potion. This potion can make the drinker smaller or into a younger form.

Draco made full use of his status as a wounded person to seek help from Professor Snape in class. Snape also cooperated and directly arranged for Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, whom he disliked most, to attack him. .

Ron cut the daisy roots for him, and Harry peeled the figs for him. Seeing the aggrieved but helpless expressions on the two sworn enemies' faces, Draco felt extremely happy.

After Aaron prepared a bottle of green potion, he shook his head speechlessly while watching this scene, "Are you going to be so boring?"

Draco pretended to raise his arm and said with a proud smile: "I am a wounded person, you can't ask me to cut these materials with one hand!"

"Crabbe and Goyle will be happy to help you."

"They are not as good as Potter and Weasley." Draco said with a teasing smile on his face, "Besides, this is Professor Snape's arrangement.

It's just for your sake, otherwise I would definitely ask Granger to slice the caterpillar for me. "

"Orange." Professor Snape suddenly shouted loudly. In front of him was the trembling Neville Longbottom. It didn't take much to know that his shrinking potion must have failed.

"Gaius, tell this elm-headed man what he did wrong?"

"Uh... It should be that too much mouse spleen and locust juice were added."

"What are the consequences?"

"If you want to commit suicide, you can try drinking it."

"I heard you." Professor Snape said sternly, "I asked you to prepare a shrinking potion, not a poison.

At the end of this lesson we are going to give your toad a few drops of this potion, which may inspire you to make the potion well. "

Neville shivered, tears welling up in his eyes.

After Snape walked away, he recovered from his panic and choked with tears and asked Hermione next to him for help.

Aaron sighed, turned around and exchanged his potion with Neville's, "Be more serious next time."

"Ah, thank you, but..."

"Stop it, if you don't change your Lefu, you will probably be poisoned to death."

Upon hearing this, Neville burst into tears of gratitude and accepted a shrinking potion with tears in his eyes.

"Actually, I can help him change it." Hermione said a little unconvinced.

"Yes, yes, I don't doubt that you have this ability, but...are you really not tired?" Aaron asked meaningfully, "Don't you know how many classes you have to take today?"

Hermione opened her mouth and lowered her head helplessly.

The time turner is indeed very useful, but it can't relieve fatigue. Her study load is much greater than others, so it's a lie that she's not tired.

"If I were you, I would take some time to sleep. It's a miracle that you can last half a semester like this."

"Forget it, this is Potions class!"

"I recommend you try it in Transfiguration class. Professor McGonagall might understand you."

"That's even worse." Hermione said with a bitter smile, "I can't let her down."

"She won't be disappointed, she will just feel excusable."

Hearing this, Hermione rolled her eyes at him.

She can still persist now, but over time she will feel unable to do what she wants.

"Wait, why aren't you tired?" Hermione asked doubtfully. She could see Aaron when she was taking two classes at the same time, but he looked in high spirits and didn't feel any fatigue at all.

"Well... you'll find out later."

"fine."

At this time, Simon Finnigan took out a copy of the Daily Prophet and quietly placed it in front of Harry Potter. "Sirius Black has been discovered."

"Where is he?" Harry and Ron asked immediately. They both felt that the 'unknown' that Professor Trelawney mentioned had a lot to do with Sirius Black, so they were particularly concerned about his news.

"Duff Town, not far from here.

It was discovered by Muggles. They thought he was just an ordinary criminal, so they called the hotline."

"He came to find you, Potter." Draco said playfully, "You can try to catch him alone. This is a great opportunity for revenge.

Although it's a bit risky, I wouldn't let the Dementors deal with him if I were you."

"What did you say, Malfoy?" Harry frowned.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "You don't know?

I almost forgot that you grew up in the Muggle world, so it's understandable that you don't know.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't tell you about this. Your parents..."

"Ahem!"

Aaron coughed and interrupted Draco.

"Do you know something?" Harry looked at Aaron and asked, "What is the relationship between Sirius and my parents?"

"Don't get me wrong." Aaron spread his hands, "I don't know anything.

There are so many things in the magic world, and Sirius is just not within my scope of understanding."

"Malfoy." Harry was about to ask him when Snape's voice came over.

"It's almost time, let's test Longbottom's potion now."

Snape strode to Neville, and both Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered around spontaneously.

"Everyone, let's see what Longbottom's toad will become. If his shrinking potion succeeds, it will become a tadpole, but if it fails, his toad will be poisoned to death."

Snape scooped up a spoonful of potion and frowned slightly at the bright green in the spoon.

He glanced at Aaron inconspicuously, and then poured the spoonful of potion into the throat of the toad Leford.

Poof!

The toad turned into a tadpole and twisted around in Snape's hand.

Gryffindor students cheered because it meant that Neville's shrinking potion was successfully prepared.

Snape took out a small bottle with a dark face and dripped a few drops of liquid on the tadpole, and it turned into a toad again.

"get out of class dismissed." Snape said, "Gaius, stay a moment."

After everyone else left the classroom, Snape looked at Aaron helplessly, "You didn't like to meddle in other people's business before."

"Professor, what do you mean by this?"

"Humph! Do you dare to say that it wasn't you who helped Longbottom?"

"Maybe it wasn't me?"

"Gaius, I'm the professor of potions, and I know the level of each of you very well." Snape put Neville's shrinking potion in front of Aaron, "Take a closer look, you can find the problem."

Aaron raised his eyebrows, he didn't think he would make a mistake on such a difficult potion.

"No problem, no problem at all." Aaron commented, but a trace of embarrassment appeared on his face as soon as he finished speaking, "I was careless."

"It seems that no one in the classroom can make a perfect shrinking potion except you and me!" Snape said meaningfully.

It's okay for you to cheat, but you are so open and aboveboard.

You copied your name along with your homework, do you think the teacher is a fool?

"That... Professor, I just don't want to see Longbottom crying, it's too ugly."

"Really?" Snape snorted coldly, "Don't do it again."

"Thank you."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Snape added, "I can let it go this time, but you have to do me a favor."

Aaron rolled his eyes speechlessly, regretting helping Neville out.

"Professor, please go on."

"There is a Defense Against the Dark Arts class this afternoon, you know?"

"Isn't that Gryffindor's class?" Aaron asked puzzled.

"Yes, it's also R.J. Lupin's first class.

I'll take you there then. What you have to do is very simple. You have to beat all the Gryffindors in his class, especially Harry Potter."

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron refused with a wry smile.

Snape meant to mess things up. It's not that he couldn't do it. On the contrary, he was very confident in his ability.

But it was his first class after all, so it was a bit unkind to do so.

"There's nothing inappropriate. Lupin and I are old acquaintances."

Aaron:......

"Professor, excuse me, do you have any personal grudges with Professor Lupin?"

Snape was silent for a moment and nodded, "I didn't like him when I was in Hogwarts before."

"That doesn't mean you'll drag me into it!" Aaron laughed out of anger. He suddenly felt that this class was a conspiracy. Whether he helped Neville Longbottom or not, Professor Snape would make this request.

"Don't worry, I'll back you up."

"It's not a matter of whether I support you or not. I have a bottom line."

"Dumbledore." Snape suddenly said, "Headmaster Dumbledore seems to know Professor Trelawney's prophecy about you. He has always wanted to talk to you alone, but was stopped by me, the dean of Slytherin."

"Stop talking, professor." Aaron interrupted with a serious hand, "You are my most respected teacher. Your business is my business. I will definitely help you."

"Don't force it!"

"Not at all reluctant." Aaron remained calm, but he was already cursing in his heart.

Damn it!

This was a threat, a naked threat.

But he had to admit that it was useful. He would rather offend the new professor than deal with Dumbledore. This old bastard was much more difficult to deal with than Gandalf.