Chapter 310 310. Accident in Potions Class

Just as Scott and Rumple said, he didn't know whether Barty Jr., who had escaped from home under his secret push, could find the hiding Voldemort, but he soon got feedback.

Such feedback did not come from Harry as he originally thought, but from Snape, who had been ignored by him before.

The Dark Mark, the mark that Voldemort personally branded on the Death Eaters, can more directly reflect the state of Voldemort himself than Harry, one of the Horcruxes.

More than ten days after confirming that Barty Jr. had escaped, Scott sensed the abnormality on Snape's left arm in a potion class.

In his magic perception, the left arm of the potion professor suddenly had a trace of magic fluctuation that did not belong to him.

The suddenly active magic gave people a very cold and evil feeling.

At that time, Snape, who was patrolling the classroom to make potions for students, seemed normal on the surface, and only Scott noticed that his footsteps paused.

Out of curiosity, Scott mobilized almost all his perceptions and carefully sensed the magic.

Maybe because his perception was too sharp, at this moment he even had some illusions of corpses and blood, and his nose seemed to really smell a strong smell of blood.

The smell made him want to vomit.

When he really opened his mouth uncontrollably and wanted to vomit, he quickly withdrew his perception.

Unfortunately, Snape suddenly turned his head and saw the abnormal expression on his face.

The incident happened suddenly, and Scott accidentally met the dark and empty eyes of the potion professor for a moment. After coming to his senses, he secretly said that it was not good, and quickly lowered his head to deal with the potion materials on the table.

Sure enough, the next moment Snape slid from the other end of the aisle to his desk, bent down and stared at the movements in his hands.

Scott grinded the herbs with the mortar and pestle without changing his expression.

At this time, he found that his partner Milton was breathing faster and his hands were shaking.

Scott quickly took the knife and herbs from Milton's hand and handed him the mortar and pestle.

Snape snorted coldly at this, "That's great, Mr. Graves. Is Mr. Trollope your babysitter in the potion class?"

Milton was putting the materials on the brass scale to weigh them. Hearing this, his hand trembled and the materials were scattered on the table.

Seeing this scene, Snape finally straightened up.

"It's hard to believe that you are already in the fifth grade, Mr. Graves." He said in a sarcastic tone, "Because of your clumsiness, Ravenclaw will be deducted 2 points."

After that, he turned and left.

Milton looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Scott shook his head and sighed secretly. Snape's trick really worked every time.

Next, Scott and Milton could only start processing a material again, which slowed down their progress.

It was not until a long time after class that they finally handed in the potion they had made.

Snape glanced at the two potions in his hand casually and said to Milton: "I really look forward to the day when I can see you become independent, Graves."

Milton lowered his head and did not dare to breathe.

"You go first." Snape said again, "I need to talk to Mr. Trollope alone."

Milton raised his head and looked at Scott worriedly.

Scott smiled at him and waved his hand, "You go first."

After Milton left, Snape first put down the potion bottle in his hand, and then looked down at Scott with his dark and empty eyes.

Scott had already silently run the brain block, so he did not avoid his eyes.

"Brain block, I don't remember Hogwarts ever taught you this course." Snape stretched his tone, "Genius Mr. Trollope."

Scott smiled, "I don't remember that professors can use Legilimency to read what is in students' brains, professor."

"Don't laugh!"

Snape still stared at Scott closely.

His expression was a little ugly, especially the creases between his eyebrows, which were deep and stiff.

"You are using your so-called magical perception to spy on your professor. I must say that this is extremely rude, Mr. Trollope."

Snape lowered his voice, and his unique accent caused him to hiss like a snake while speaking.

"Sorry, professor." Scott was very sensible and did not quibble, but honestly admitted his mistake.

If he said to Snape that he did not mean it at this time, Snape would probably think he was lying and get even angrier.

In fact, he really did not mean it. He just got used to using magical perception to detect the surroundings from time to time.

This behavior is generally not noticeable to others.

But unfortunately, because he did not hold his expression today, Snape happened to find out.

Of course, he did not stare at Snape's arm closely. It should be that the eye contact at that moment made Snape notice something.

After all, he did not have time to perform brain occlusion at that time.

But the situation was not too bad at this time.

At that time, the evil magic power impacted Scott's keen perception, making him think of the disgusting degree of the magic power at that moment, so he did not reveal other thoughts.

At least he did not think of the "Dark Mark" that he should not know at that time.

At this time, Snape was obviously very unhappy, and he asked Scott, "Tell me, what did you sense?"

Scott answered honestly, "A trace of evil magic suddenly became active in your left hand, professor."

Snape's face became even uglier when he heard this.

His right hand had already tightly grasped his left arm.

"Damn it."

He couldn't help but curse in a low voice and paced a few steps on the spot.

Maybe he was still angry after thinking about it, so he made a few more sarcastic remarks to Scott.

"You have no sense of propriety in doing things, and you are always eager to show off your talent. Why didn't that broken hat assign you to Gryffindor!"

Scott, with his head down, curled his lips.

He felt that he was wronged-what does his character have to do with Gryffindor?

Of course, he didn't refute it, because he knew very well that speaking now would add fuel to the fire.

"If possible, I really hope to give you a forgetfulness spell to clear your overly curious head!"

Snape said angrily again, turned around and strode out of the classroom.

"Follow me, Mr. Trollope!"

Scott responded and followed him obediently.

The two of them walked back and forth in the castle, attracting countless curious eyes.

Scott even saw many people giving him a thumbs-up from a distance.

Perhaps because Snape's face was too ugly, these people thought he was so bold that he had offended Snape.