Chapter 632 Professor, because we have to abide by classroom discipline
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Qing Mo Da Xian
In the new semester, the difficulty of brewing potions will of course increase.
A Shrinking Potion is a potion that makes the drinker shrink or look younger, the exact opposite of an Aging Potion.
Materials needed include daisy roots, figs, caterpillars, small drops of leech juice, and mouse spleen.
Without any communication, the little lions all quietly followed the steps of Vincent and Hermione.
Most of the potions are the normal green color, but two are a very poisonous orange that symbolizes failure.
Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron, scooped it up with a spoon and smelled it, then slowly poured it back in,
"Tell me, Longbottom, why do you always make mistakes when you follow Wayne's steps?"
Neville blushed instantly.
Walking over and wandering around from time to time, he really had a hard time concentrating.
"Hey——" Snape sneered, and glanced at the dazzling green potion that Vincent had finished dispensing,
"Wayne, why don't you use your mouth to remind Longbottom how many drops of leech juice should be put?"
Everyone knew that Snape was engaging in double standards, and if his actions were too big, it might turn into disrupting the classroom.
Vincent smiled brightly, "Professor, I don't think you would like us making noise."
He picked up the three bottles of impeccable shrinking potions in front of him and shook them,
"Because this will easily distract the students, resulting in the failure of the potion brewing that should have been successful."
"Sharp teeth." Snape's face was not very good-looking.
He walked to the other side, leaned over and sniffed Ron's cauldron, "Unbelievable!
Come on, Wes, your potion is enough to poison an elephant! "
Ron lowered his little head, and even his neck turned red.
Snape stood up, "Granger, you know that Wes is brewing such a poison, why didn't you take action in time to stop him?"
Hermione pursed her lips tightly, "Professor, I think we have to observe classroom discipline."
Of course she knew Ron had too many caterpillars and mouse spleens.
But her eyes were almost blinking, and Ron just didn't notice, so what could she do.
"Hey——" Snape sneered again, "Granger, do you know that because of your connivance, Wesley is likely to say goodbye to the potion?"
To be fair, it's all because of him.
"I'm sorry, Professor." Hermione was so wronged that she almost bit her lips, "I didn't think it was my fault."
Snape's face darkened slightly.
Miss Know-It-All was taken badly.
If it was a normal situation, she would definitely fight with reason, and eventually turned into "contradicting" the professor.
"Tsk tsk tsk—knowing your mistakes and admitting your mistakes, this is what a model student should look like."
Snape glanced at Ron who didn't dare to raise his head, "Come on, Wes, you have to learn from her, you know?"
"Know-know."
"what?"
Ron raised his head abruptly, his face was as red as a pig's liver, "I said I got it!"
Snape quickly covered his ears, "You're too loud, Come on, Wes."
"I—I didn't—"
"Professor!" Draco on the other side of the aisle grinned,
"I was just taken aback by Wes, which caused me to accidentally spill some potion on the table."
"Oh?" Snape glanced, "Wes, I don't think you did it on purpose, did you?"
Ron clenched his fists and shook his head.
"Because it's your first mistake," Snape turned and walked slowly towards the podium, "10 points from Gryffindor, and—"
He glanced briefly at the work of the Slytherin students.
Three parts orange, none bright green.
Even the best Draco, the color of the potion is only a relatively light green.
"Also, Weiss, come to my office after class to deal with the materials to be used tomorrow."
Ron was shaking, thinking of the caterpillars of the previous day.
Snape was so good at torturing, he would definitely let him deal with something more disgusting.
"Listen clearly, Wes?"
"Listen clearly, Professor."
It was not loud this time, but not to the point of being inaudible.
"get out of class is over." Snape glanced at Harry before leaving.
According to Murphy's law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of the choices will lead to disaster, someone will make this choice.
Not everyone can restrain the little lion, sooner or later the whole army will be wiped out one day.
"Alas—" Vincent walked out of the classroom with a sigh.
It's hard.
Since Snape is the first grader, don't blame him for the fifteenth grade.
I went up to the auditorium to find Fred and George immediately, and Hermione also came after a few discussions.
There is only one potion class, if you can bear it, of course you have to bear it, if you can't bear it, then don't bear it at all.
"School strike?" Hermione seemed to flinch, "Snape will go crazy."
Fred and George looked at Vincent with smiles,
"Our school director will definitely not sit idly by, will he?"
Vincent thought about it for a while, and realized that strikes were actually not a bad thing.
As long as the volume is large enough, the law does not blame the public and applies everywhere.
I am in a good mood, and my appetite has also improved a lot.
After an exceptionally delicious lunch, the first period of the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Perhaps it was because of the lingering prestige brought by Snape, the lion cubs were waiting in the classroom early on.
"The first-year Quirrell is a thief, and the second-year Lockhart is a liar." James vowed:
"I'm sure our new professor has a more 'honorable' identity."
He suddenly leaned on Neville's shoulder, "Old Man, what do you think?"
Vincent moved towards the door in disgust, "Open your eyes and look."
Come closer, James.
"You are the nemesis of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, have you noticed something is wrong with Professor Lupine?"
It looks a little poor, but Dumbledore invited him to protect Harry anyway, how could it be people like Quirrell and Lockhart.
"It's wrong to judge people by their appearance." Vincent simply stood up, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.
"No." James stood up again, "He has scars on his face, he is definitely a ruthless character."
Vincent spread his hands, "Regardless of whether he is a bad guy or not, his behavior on the train is already a qualified professor."
Take care of the fainted Harry and notify the driver to remove the danger.
If it was Quirrell or Lockhart, the situation would only be unimaginably worse.
James nodded suddenly.
Although he may not necessarily be a bad person, he is at least a trustworthy person.
In fact, not only they were talking about Lupine, but also the little badgers who were in class together.
However, Vincent's analysis was very reasonable, and the students did not question Lupine's level anymore.
Simo in the second row suddenly said, "Should we relearn vampires or zombies?"
This is the eternal pain of Hogwarts.
The professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts change every year, and even if the level of professors varies from time to time, the progress of teaching is still very worrying.
……
……
A Shrinking Potion is a potion that makes the drinker shrink or look younger, the exact opposite of an Aging Potion.
Materials needed include daisy roots, figs, caterpillars, small drops of leech juice, and mouse spleen.
Without any communication, the little lions all quietly followed the steps of Vincent and Hermione.
Most of the potions are the normal green color, but two are a very poisonous orange that symbolizes failure.
Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron, scooped it up with a spoon and smelled it, then slowly poured it back in,
"Tell me, Longbottom, why do you always make mistakes when you follow Wayne's steps?"
Neville blushed instantly.
Walking over and wandering around from time to time, he really had a hard time concentrating.
"Hey——" Snape sneered, and glanced at the dazzling green potion that Vincent had finished dispensing,
"Wayne, why don't you use your mouth to remind Longbottom how many drops of leech juice should be put?"
Everyone knew that Snape was engaging in double standards, and if his actions were too big, it might turn into disrupting the classroom.
Vincent smiled brightly, "Professor, I don't think you would like us making noise."
He picked up the three bottles of impeccable shrinking potions in front of him and shook them,
"Because this will easily distract the students, resulting in the failure of the potion brewing that should have been successful."
"Sharp teeth." Snape's face was not very good-looking.
He walked to the other side, leaned over and sniffed Ron's cauldron, "Unbelievable!
Come on, Wes, your potion is enough to poison an elephant! "
Ron lowered his little head, and even his neck turned red.
Snape stood up, "Granger, you know that Wes is brewing such a poison, why didn't you take action in time to stop him?"
Hermione pursed her lips tightly, "Professor, I think we have to observe classroom discipline."
Of course she knew Ron had too many caterpillars and mouse spleens.
But her eyes were almost blinking, and Ron just didn't notice, so what could she do.
"Hey——" Snape sneered again, "Granger, do you know that because of your connivance, Wesley is likely to say goodbye to the potion?"
To be fair, it's all because of him.
"I'm sorry, Professor." Hermione was so wronged that she almost bit her lips, "I didn't think it was my fault."
Snape's face darkened slightly.
Miss Know-It-All was taken badly.
If it was a normal situation, she would definitely fight with reason, and eventually turned into "contradicting" the professor.
"Tsk tsk tsk—knowing your mistakes and admitting your mistakes, this is what a model student should look like."
Snape glanced at Ron who didn't dare to raise his head, "Come on, Wes, you have to learn from her, you know?"
"Know-know."
"what?"
Ron raised his head abruptly, his face was as red as a pig's liver, "I said I got it!"
Snape quickly covered his ears, "You're too loud, Come on, Wes."
"I—I didn't—"
"Professor!" Draco on the other side of the aisle grinned,
"I was just taken aback by Wes, which caused me to accidentally spill some potion on the table."
"Oh?" Snape glanced, "Wes, I don't think you did it on purpose, did you?"
Ron clenched his fists and shook his head.
"Because it's your first mistake," Snape turned and walked slowly towards the podium, "10 points from Gryffindor, and—"
He glanced briefly at the work of the Slytherin students.
Three parts orange, none bright green.
Even the best Draco, the color of the potion is only a relatively light green.
"Also, Weiss, come to my office after class to deal with the materials to be used tomorrow."
Ron was shaking, thinking of the caterpillars of the previous day.
Snape was so good at torturing, he would definitely let him deal with something more disgusting.
"Listen clearly, Wes?"
"Listen clearly, Professor."
It was not loud this time, but not to the point of being inaudible.
"get out of class is over." Snape glanced at Harry before leaving.
According to Murphy's law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of the choices will lead to disaster, someone will make this choice.
Not everyone can restrain the little lion, sooner or later the whole army will be wiped out one day.
"Alas—" Vincent walked out of the classroom with a sigh.
It's hard.
Since Snape is the first grader, don't blame him for the fifteenth grade.
I went up to the auditorium to find Fred and George immediately, and Hermione also came after a few discussions.
There is only one potion class, if you can bear it, of course you have to bear it, if you can't bear it, then don't bear it at all.
"School strike?" Hermione seemed to flinch, "Snape will go crazy."
Fred and George looked at Vincent with smiles,
"Our school director will definitely not sit idly by, will he?"
Vincent thought about it for a while, and realized that strikes were actually not a bad thing.
As long as the volume is large enough, the law does not blame the public and applies everywhere.
I am in a good mood, and my appetite has also improved a lot.
After an exceptionally delicious lunch, the first period of the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Perhaps it was because of the lingering prestige brought by Snape, the lion cubs were waiting in the classroom early on.
"The first-year Quirrell is a thief, and the second-year Lockhart is a liar." James vowed:
"I'm sure our new professor has a more 'honorable' identity."
He suddenly leaned on Neville's shoulder, "Old Man, what do you think?"
Vincent moved towards the door in disgust, "Open your eyes and look."
Come closer, James.
"You are the nemesis of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, have you noticed something is wrong with Professor Lupine?"
It looks a little poor, but Dumbledore invited him to protect Harry anyway, how could it be people like Quirrell and Lockhart.
"It's wrong to judge people by their appearance." Vincent simply stood up, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.
"No." James stood up again, "He has scars on his face, he is definitely a ruthless character."
Vincent spread his hands, "Regardless of whether he is a bad guy or not, his behavior on the train is already a qualified professor."
Take care of the fainted Harry and notify the driver to remove the danger.
If it was Quirrell or Lockhart, the situation would only be unimaginably worse.
James nodded suddenly.
Although he may not necessarily be a bad person, he is at least a trustworthy person.
In fact, not only they were talking about Lupine, but also the little badgers who were in class together.
However, Vincent's analysis was very reasonable, and the students did not question Lupine's level anymore.
Simo in the second row suddenly said, "Should we relearn vampires or zombies?"
This is the eternal pain of Hogwarts.
The professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts change every year, and even if the level of professors varies from time to time, the progress of teaching is still very worrying.
……
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