Chapter 122

Deverot was confused.

Is there something wrong with this guy?

Does it have anything to do with you how I make the medicine?

Why do you care so much?

If it were normal, Deverot would have argued with the other party and let him know what "young people's innovation" means in a minute.

But time is running out now. The astronomy class will start in less than ten minutes. He doesn't want to be late.

Thinking of this, Deverot nodded perfunctorily while packing his backpack.

"Yes, you are right, absolutely right! Then I won't bother you. I will go to class first!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up his bag and ran out of the laboratory without even turning his head.

Granger looked at Deverot's back as he left, shook his head slightly, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face, and he sighed.

"Alas, I don't know how Snape did it. He could teach a very creative student and such a careless and unruly apprentice at the same time."

Thinking of this, Granger sat down again.

He looked around the laboratory, his eyes fell on the pot of medicinal materials that had been covered, and his mouth curled down slightly.

He didn't care about the pot of materials that were probably already cooked.

He wanted to see how Snape would react to this mess.

He had to let him know that this was not how to teach apprentices!

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As soon as Deveraux left, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed.

"This old man is really a high-class gentleman,"

he muttered to himself.

"It's really tiring to be polite when dealing with him."

He shook his head, unwilling to think about these things anymore, and walked upstairs.

Just as he was about to rush to the astronomy class, there was a conversation upstairs.

Deveraux immediately recognized that one of the voices was Snape's, but the other was very unfamiliar.

"Well, Sir Granger attaches great importance to your project. I hope the professor and your team can successfully achieve the predetermined goals."

The strange man's voice was low and polite, with a bit of respect in his tone.

"Well, with the support of Sir Granger, the smooth implementation of the project will not be a problem."

Snape rarely used a very kind tone, which made Deveraux feel unreal.

"Is this Snape?"

Deveraux wondered in his heart.

"Has this person been replaced by some fake person?"

After a while, the two walked down the stairs and met Deveraux face to face.

The strange man was an elegant and capable middle-aged man, wearing a well-tailored formal suit, and he was obviously of extraordinary status.

However, Deveraux was in a hurry now, and he spoke directly to Snape, no matter who he was.

"Professor, I have an astronomy class tonight, so I have to go first. The Polyjuice Potion has been brewed, you don't have to touch it, I will come to clean it up tomorrow morning."

Snape nodded, not only did he not make things difficult, but he even smiled, and his tone was so gentle that it was creepy.

"Okay, go."

Deveraux was stunned for a moment, froze in place, and felt his scalp tingling in his heart.

"Who can tell me who this amiable person is! Where is the real Snape?"

According to Snape's usual style, when encountering such a thing, he would definitely make a few sarcastic remarks first, and then throw out an ambiguous answer.

When Deveraux made a decision, he would jump out and say "stupid to the extreme", and then make another sarcastic remark.

But today's attitude is completely abnormal!

With a head full of suspicion, Deveraux subconsciously checked Snape's entry, and only felt relieved after confirming that it had not been replaced by someone, and walked around the two people and continued to go upstairs.

But suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned back and added a sentence.

"By the way, professor, there is an old man in the laboratory now, named Hector Granger. He said he came to visit you, and just now he seemed to have some small opinions on the process of making potions. I'm going to class first."

After saying that, he ran upstairs in big strides without waiting for a response.

The two people behind him were instantly petrified.

A few seconds later, Snape's roar came from downstairs.

"Blackwood! You didn't tell me that Sir Granger was coming! You didn't make any preparations at all. Do you want this cooperation to fail?"

Then, the strange man's voice became anxious.

"Calm down, Snape! I didn't know the lord would come today!"

Deveraux smiled.

Of course, all this was left to Snape.

He looked down at his watch and was shocked - there were less than three minutes left before the astronomy class started!

"Too late!"

He gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand and waved it.

"Stone Pier!"

In less than five seconds.

Tap! Tat! Tat! Tat!

Deveraux's colt rushed in front of him.

Deveraux grinned and patted the horse's neck.

"Good brother, long time no see, let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped on the horse and rushed to the observatory like a gust of lightning.

In the underground classroom, the atmosphere was as stagnant as the wet mist pressing in the air.

Snape took a deep breath, suppressed his irritation, and looked at Blackwood coldly.

Blackwood shrugged, spread his hands innocently, and then pushed open the door of the laboratory.

In the laboratory, Sir Hector Granger was leisurely flipping through Snape's experimental notes on the workbench.

That calm and authoritative look made Blackwood swallow his saliva involuntarily.

He spoke first, his tone deliberately flattering.

"Sir, why are you here in person? I didn't even have time to arrange a reception for you..."

However, before he finished speaking, Granger just raised his hand slightly, and Blackwood obediently closed his mouth and stopped talking wisely.

Under the cold look from Snape, he quickly exited the laboratory and gently closed the door with a considerate move that made it impossible to find any fault.

After the door closed, there were only two people left in the huge laboratory, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Snape didn't know what to say for a moment, and when he was weighing his words, Granger was the first to break the silence.

"Professor Snape,"

His voice was low and steady, with unquestionable majesty.

"Your workplace is exactly what I expected, concise, rigorous and focused. Only such an environment can produce truly outstanding results or cultivate real talents."

After hearing this, Snape relaxed slightly and nodded cautiously, his tone calm but perfunctory.

"You are right. Simplicity and rigor are indeed the eternal principles of potions."

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Granger suddenly chuckled.

There is something profound in this laughter that makes people unable to figure it out.

Granger slowly closed the lab notes and gently put them back in place. His eyes moved from the table to Snape, his voice as calm as ever.

"My teacher often taught me, 'The impact of a teacher's personal example on young minds cannot be replaced by any other form of education.'"

When he said this, he paused for a moment, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

"So, I can't help but ask, Professor Snape, do you teach this code to your students as well?"

Snape frowned slightly when he heard this.

The originally deliberately kind tone was gradually replaced by his cold tone.

"What do you mean?"

Granger did not answer immediately, but shook his head and slowly walked to the cauldron with a roaring fire in the center of the laboratory.

Under the illumination of the fire, his eyes were deep and emotionless.

He reached out his hand and gently opened the lid of the pot.

"Is this what you call 'rigor', Professor Snape?"

However, as soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, Granger's brows instantly furrowed.

He lowered his head and looked into the pot, feeling as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. His originally calm expression suddenly changed, seeming to be mixed with indescribable surprise and shock.

And Snape's somewhat joking voice came faintly.

"The color is just right and the texture is smooth and flawless. There is no doubt that this is not the result of accident, but the result of precise control and deep understanding. It is rigor and concentration, don't you think so, Sir?"

(Third update! Two more to come!)