Chapter 421

Solim was bottling now, and he still had a little palliative left in his cauldron, and Draco watched with a staggered look.

"Do it yourself, Draco. Solim corked the bottle and cleaned up the crucible, leaving Draco with no chance to fantasize.

"Potter, what is this?" Snape sneered from the other end of the room.

As soon as Draco turned his head to look over there, he heard Solim say, "Focus on your own business, don't you care about anything else, haven't you gotten tired of watching this scene?"

"Moderators. Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Potter," Snape said softly, "do you know words?"

Surprising, very unexpected. Normally the Slytherin students would have laughed in the background, but today it was as if they were collectively deaf, not just deaf, none of them glanced at Harry.

Harry was nervous and didn't notice this, but someone noticed, and Hermione, who was already about to bottle, gave a strange look at Slytherin.

"Recognize. "

"Are you sure, Mr. Potter, then please read me the third line of the instructions. "

That's when Harry and the consequences of their choice to stay away from the podium came out: Harry squinted at the blackboard. Now that the basement classrooms are filled with steam of all colors, it's not easy to read the instructions on the blackboard — and it's easy to read the serials.

"'Add the moonstone powder, stir three times counterclockwise, boil for seven minutes, and add two drops of sneeze syrup......"

Harry's heart sank. He didn't add sneezing syrup, and after he let the potion boil for seven minutes, he went straight to the fourth operation instructions.

"Did you do everything in the third one, Potter?"

"Nope. Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry, please say it again. “

"No," Harry said, raising his voice, "I forgot to sneeze root syrup." "

"Of course I know you forgot, Potter, and that means this crucible garbage is useless. Disappear without a trace. And - Gryffindor deducts ten points. "

Harry's potion vanished, and he stood dumbly beside an empty cauldron.

"All the students who have carefully read the operating instructions should put your medicine samples into a pot-bellied short-necked bottle, carefully mark their names, and take them to my podium for testing. "Homework: Write a twelve-inch paper on parchment on the properties of moonstone and its medicinal uses, and turn it in on Thursday—Mr. Selwyn no, his talent in potions is enough to be your professor." And - Slytherin for ten points, for Mr. Selwyn was the first student to concoct the perfect palliative. "

The students were no longer surprised, Snape often waived Solim's homework in class, and Solim would give at least ten points to Slytherin in every Potions class, and Gryffindor ...... They do the other way around – at least 10 points are deducted for each lesson. It was pretty good that they had only been deducted ten points for a few days, and no Gryffindor student would blame Harry - after all, the whole school knew what kind of person Snape was.

Harry's classmates were all filling the flasks with potions, and he was so angry that he put everything away. He felt that his potion was not as good as Hermione and Solim's, but it was pretty good—at least better than most people, and at least the smoke from his potion was gray—something like silvery-white.

Ron's crucible now smelled of rotten eggs, and Seamus blew up his cauldron as usual, thankfully without causing any chaos this time. So many people didn't have as much potion as Harry, but it was he who got a zero on today's homework. Harry put his wand back in his bag and sat down in his seat, watching as the other students walked towards Snape's podium with flasks filled with potions and corked corks.

The bell finally rang, and Harry was the first to burst out of the basement classroom. He had already started his lunch before Ron and Hermione arrived in the Great Hall. The ceiling was darker and gloomier than it had been in the morning, and the rain was pounding against the windows high up.

"I know that's not fair," Hermione said, sitting next to Harry, "Snape is going to target you every time, and you should have been prepared for that." "

"But at the beginning, I thought there would be some improvement this year. Harry huffed and took a pumpkin pie from his plate, "You know, I told you on the train-" Harry suddenly lowered his voice, "He's a member of the Order of the Phoenix now, and he's also made a presentation at headquarters, although we haven't heard the specifics, but I think since he's in the same league as us......"

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots," Ron said pointedly, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy to believe Snape." What proof is there that he really doesn't work for the mystery man anymore?"

"I think Dumbledore got enough evidence, even though he didn't show it to you. Hermione said unceremoniously.

"Oh, shut up, you two. Ron opened his mouth to retort, but Harry said irritably.

Hermione and Ron were stunned.

"Can't you stop for a while?" said Harry, "and the endless fighting is driving me crazy." With that, he threw down his pumpkin pie, threw his bag over his shoulder, and walked away, leaving the two of them sitting there stunned.

"They looked like they were arguing. Sylna touched Solim's arm," Harry's face looked ugly. "

"He's not a kid anymore, and after all the things he's been through, if he's not mature, then I think he's been like this for the rest of his life. Solim ate his lunch slowly, "Just ask when you go to the small classroom in the evening, I don't think it's a big deal." "

Harry walked up the marble staircase step by step, passing by many of his classmates who were hurrying to lunch. The nameless fire that had suddenly erupted just now was still burning in his heart, and he felt a deep sense of pleasure at the thought of the stunned expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces. They deserve it, he thought, why can't they just be quiet? On a staircase landing, he walked past a large portrait of the knight Sir Cadogan. Sir drew his sword and swung it at Harry, who ignored him.

"Come back, you runaway coward, don't flinch, fight me!" shouted Sir Cadogan in a muffled voice from behind his mask, but Harry kept walking, and Sir Cadogan wanted to chase him, so he jumped into an adjacent painting, but a large, fierce-looking wolfhound who lived in the painting drove him back.

For the rest of his lunch, Harry had been sitting alone under the trapdoor on top of the North Tower. When the bell rang, he was the first to climb the ladder leading to Trelawney's classroom.