Chapter 933: Strange Potions Class
There were many unexpected situations in the first Potions class of the new semester.
First, Neville's cauldron, which was about to burn through, was extinguished by a strange wind, and then the potion that Seamus had stirred into purple suddenly rolled violently a few times and turned back to its normal green color.
It was not Vincent's character to always be passive and defensive. As Snape approached the next victim, the little snakes on the other side of the aisle ran into trouble.
First came Draco. The potion in the crucible in front of him rose slowly and strangely, like jelly, being kneaded into a green puppy by a pair of invisible big hands.
Snape stopped, turned his head and looked at Vincent with cold eyes.
Neither his hands nor his mouth moved.
When did the little bastard's magic level reach this level?
Silent spells and wandless spellcasting are extremely profound magical skills. How can one master them and use them proficiently without leaving any trace?
Snape, who didn't believe in evil, ignored the green puppy that jumped off the desk and stood up on its feet. He focused all his attention on Vincent who had an innocent face.
A faint magical fluctuation flashed by, and Bryce stared blankly at the potion he had brewed becoming darker and darker in color.
From green to blue, from blue to purple, and then begins to turn black.
"Shet!"
A burning smell came out and the crucible in front of him began to shake violently.
Snape quickly drew out his wand, staring at Vincent, and without looking back threw the cauldron that was about to explode away.
"Pah——" A pungent smell drifted into the classroom from outside.
He stared at Vincent with dark eyes full of resentment, "Zabini, clean up outside after class."
The sound of a cold wind passing through made Bryce's heart shudder.
"Professor!" Draco stretched out his hand excitedly, pointing at the green puppy in front of him who was breakdancing, "My antidote... my antidote is moving on its own!"
Snape's voice became even colder, "Figure it out yourself."
Draco shuddered. "This... this is obviously someone's doing something wrong."
"Yeah." Snape walked quickly towards Vincent, "Wayne, who do you think it is?"
Vincent pointed at himself harmlessly and said, "Professor, are you doubting me?"
"Huh..." Snape sneered, leaning over and staring straight into his blue eyes. "Any accusation requires evidence. When I find it, I will definitely kick him out of my class forever."
Vincent raised his lips, his eyes full of teasing and amusement, "Professor, your punishment is too light. I think he should be expelled from the school and never hired again."
Threat, naked threat.
The already quiet classroom seemed to be frozen in an instant. The students were motionless. Only the green puppy was still dancing and making a "da da da" sound.
Just when everyone thought the two were going to fight and were ready to run away at any time, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.
Vincent smiled as if he had succeeded in playing a prank, "Professor, I hope you will seriously consider my suggestion."
Snape put away the wand he was holding tightly in his hand, his face seemed to be covered by dark clouds, so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it.
He straightened up. "All students who failed the test are to write me a paper on the topic of antidotes, in standard font size, at least three feet long."
3 feet is 91.44 centimeters, 0.914 meters.
Harry and Ron's eyes went dark, as if they had been hit hard on the back of the head.
They are the only two students who are clearly “unqualified”. This is blatant discriminatory treatment!
Snape took the textbook from the podium and walked out of the classroom exuding a low pressure.
As soon as he left, Draco sneered, "Congratulations, Pott! You've won—"
The green puppy that he ignored jumped up and ran straight into his face.
After a "click" sound, the puppy turned back into its original antidote.
Draco's face was covered with the green potion, but his expensive custom-made school robes were fine because the potion that was supposed to splash all went into his mouth.
“Hahahahaha——” The little lions, who had been suppressed for a long time, burst into hearty laughter.
Draco was choked several times. He glared at Vincent fiercely, "Wayne!"
"Why are you looking at me?" Vincent shrugged. "I don't know if the antidote can cure bad breath."
The little lions laughed even more happily.
So what if Snape was targeting them? The school's most powerful director was on their side.
Draco stared at them with resentful eyes as they left the classroom.
Ever since his father stopped being a school director, he has been "bullied" day and night at school.
Now that Wayne is officially in office, his situation is only going to get worse.
We must find a way...
He immediately called together the black swans and racked his brains to discuss countermeasures.
They hadn't come up with any good solution until the evening curfew.
Not to mention how many people are needed to defeat them, their current identities alone mean that no matter what they do, they will suffer very serious consequences.
Even Snape doesn't dare to play dirty, what can these little snakes do?
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On Thursday, the weather returned to sunny.
After the Transfiguration class in the morning, the fourth grade lion cubs came to the auditorium early to wait for lunch.
Everyone was looking forward to the legendary Auror's Defense Against the Dark Arts class and were discussing what he would teach.
After lunch, they all came to the classroom.
Harry and Ron sat in the seats right in front of the podium, while Vincent and Hermione sat on the left and right sides as usual.
James was just about to make a few jokes when he heard the sound of "thump thump thump" coming from the corridor.
The noise grew louder and louder, and a moment later, Moody walked into the classroom with a cane.
He looked at the Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense on everyone's desks and said, "Put all these away."
He walked to the podium and sat down. “I don’t need textbooks in my class.”
The students put away their textbooks, and Harry and Ron looked very excited.
Moody took out the roster, called the roll and stood up, "Before coming to school, I talked to Lupin alone about many things. He introduced the course and said that you have already mastered a lot of basic knowledge to deal with magical creatures.
You learned how to deal with Boggarts, Redcaps, Hinkpunks, Grindylows, and Cabba, right?"
The students murmured their approval.
Moody stopped in front of Hermione and glanced at Vincent from a distance. "But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells. Very little."
He walked in front of Harry and Ron, "So, I'm going to give you a taste of magic among wizards. I have a year to teach you how to deal with the dark arts."
Ron blurted out, "What? What did you say?"
Moody's magical eye turned downward, staring at Ron.
Ron was terrified, but soon, Moody started laughing.
Although the scarred face looked even more distorted and weird, his smile was friendly and Ron smiled too.
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