The Local Potions Professor Had No Manners

"Dave, why didn't you tell me!"

"There's no danger... This brain tastes familiar..."

"You call this no danger?! You call this no danger?! Remember the smell of this guy's brain, and let me know if you smell it!"

"But it's hard to distinguish them when there are many people..."

"If you can't smell it, you'll have to cut your food intake by 30% from now on."

"I'll smell it! I'll smell it, okay?!"

Sean mentally irritated Dave, but tried to keep his face calm.

He hadn't completely ignored Snape's question, so he'd been avoiding him ever since the matter was over... In fact, Sean was planning to go to Professor McGonagall's and ask to skip his afternoon Potions...

But despite all precautions, this unexpected encounter was still unavoidable.

I ran into a giant bat around the corner...

"Ahem, oh—good day, Professor Snape." Sean tried his best to make his expression look innocent, as if nothing had happened recently.

"Just happened to run into you..." Snape raised his chin, his cold eyes like those of a slippery, scaleless viper.

It just so happens that I ran into... It doesn't look like it at all, does it?!

Sean inwardly groaned; Snape was clearly here to ambush him.

"What a coincidence, Professor..." Sean's eye twitched, then he suddenly clapped his hands dramatically. "I almost forgot, Professor McGonagall asked me to go to her office. Professor Snape, excuse me..."

With that, Sean gave an apologetic look and then prepared to step past Snape.

Snape did not stop him or say anything.

His head was like a smoothly operating, cold surveillance camera, and his eyes were like red dots on the camera, coldly rotating in sync with Sean's movements.

He kept staring intently at Sean.

Halfway there, Sean unconsciously slowed his pace. He had a feeling that if he pretended to be dead and slipped away today, he might suffer an even worse fate later...

"Ha... I just remembered, Professor McGonagall's matter isn't very urgent either..." Sean said with an awkward smile.

Snape's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was like an old record player just pulled from an icy lake, its parts slightly lubricated with the warm blood of a freshly hunted stag.

"Professor McGonagall's matter must be very important, so why aren't you going? Am I stopping you?" Snape's tone was completely flat.

Isn't it you who's stopping me...? Even if you tell me to go, I still don't dare to go...

Sean inwardly scoffed, but dared not show it on his face. He scratched his head and said, "Ah, there's no rush. Professor McGonagall said we can go tonight..."

"Oh? Then why aren't you busy with your own things? What are you doing standing here?" Snape continued.

I'm standing here because I'm afraid of dying... I still want to be able to drink Pumpkin Juice and Butterbeer in peace after this...

And what kind of manipulative tactics are you playing with me?

Sean was on the verge of tears; he felt he was going to be tortured for a long time...

Sean obediently stopped and cleared his throat. "Um, Professor, as you know, my Potions grades aren't very good, so... well, that's why I can't help but ask you some questions when I see you..."

Snape looked at him coldly, then gave a mocking smile.

"Indeed, your Potions- brewing skills are—incomprehensible... Although most Potions- learning students are idiots, you, Mr. Wallop, are the worst class of students I've ever taught..."

Old Bat's mouth is really sharp... but Sean doesn't even have the ability to talk back, and can only lower his head with a shameful expression.

But it wasn't over yet.

Snape raised his chin and added, "... the worst one in the family."

Sean: "..."

Merlin, are you watching? Let's use an Explosion Charm to kill this old bat!

If all else fails...

You can blow me up, that's fine!

Snape raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, and Sean noticed that he was wearing Dragon-hide gloves — Snape's hand made a grasping motion in the air.

To Sean's astonishment, a dark blue gas was pulled out as the other party moved.

This thing...

Snape took out a glass bottle, "grabbed" the gas into it, and then casually put it into his pocket.

"Oh, thank goodness you stopped. I just realized that the Mist Particle Floating Poison I prepared a few days ago accidentally leaked out... Tch, sorry, Mr. Wallerup."

Sean's eyebrows twitched violently.

As the name suggests, the Mist Particle Floating Poison allows the Potions to float in the air. Normally appearing as a pale blue color Mist Particle Floating Poison dissolves into the air after being released, obscuring its original color and eliminating any pungent odor.

Moreover, because this gaseous Potions uses extracts from the blood of the Lightning Sloth, it is very "Sloth" in the air.

Basically, once you put this Potions into the air, it will blend into the air in a very small area nearby, and then slowly float there, waiting for a "lucky" visitor.

After inhaling Mist Particle Floating Poison or coming into skin contact with it, patients will immediately begin to experience symptoms such as difficulty breathing, excessive tearing and nasal discharge, and extremely slowed consciousness.

Without interference, this agent would cause patients nearly 48 hours of suffering before they die from unconsciousness and respiratory failure.

Merlin's Iron Underpants... Damn! You old bat, you actually wanted to poison yourself?!

If he had insisted on going his own way and determined to escape Snape's "trial" first, he would probably be having trouble breathing and sobbing right now...

Your "tsk" was a way of saying you were disappointed I didn't get poisoned, right?! You must be right!

Snape certainly wouldn't poison himself, but he would certainly be happy to see himself tortured for several tens of minutes—that's how terrifying a Potion Master is; he can create such terrifying poisons, and he can also brew antidotes that won't leave any aftereffects.

Anyway, it will make you suffer for a while, and it won't leave any evidence.

This also proves one thing...

Sean was inwardly groaning; offending someone like Snape was just too agonizing!

"Wallerup —sir," Snape said slowly, "Why are you spacing out? Did you accidentally inhale Potions? That would be my fault, and I might even be blamed by others—here, have some antidote?"

"No, no, I'm fine, I was just spacing out." Sean glanced at the small brown bottle containing an unknown liquid and immediately took a step back.

Moreover, Snape's words had a hidden meaning...

This was clearly a warning to him that if he dared to complain to Daisy, Snape would have to give him some "antidote"...

Snape then put away all the bottles and gave him a cold glance.

"Come with me."

"Okay, Professor..." Sean followed dejectedly.

The two arrived at an empty professor's room. Snape stood on the podium and looked down at Sean.

"Mr. Wallop, do you know why I called you here?"

"For Daisy..." Seeing Snape's eyes suddenly turn cold, Sean quickly changed his words, "Yes, for my recent reckless behavior?"

"It seems you do have some self-awareness..." Snape sneered. "I have no interest in your heroic act or anything... but as a professor at Hogwarts, I feel it's necessary to remind you of one thing."

"Of course, Professor." Sean slumped his head listlessly.

"I have no interest or energy to care what you're willing to do, but I must remind you to think about other people before you act. When you're in danger, others might also get into trouble trying to save you."

Sean nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Professor, I understand."

"Think thrice before you act, and don't be blindly arrogant. Think more, think even more thoroughly—do you understand?"

Sean nodded earnestly. "I understand, Professor."

"One must be precise and cautious in doing things, just like brewing Potions; one cannot be half-hearted..."

Sean nodded again. "No problem, Professor, I've got it."

"Don't think you're the only smart one. Think about others. There are many fools in the world, but smart people haven't gone extinct..."

He nodded. "Okay, no problem, Professor."

"Besides..."

He nodded. "Yes, yes, yes."

"In addition..."

Nodding: "Okay, okay, okay"

"At last..."

He nodded. "That's right."

"Do you have feelings for Miss Potter Daisy Porter?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." Sean nodded mechanically, then froze, raising his head awkwardly like a rusty old machine.

Snape's face could no longer remain calm; his anger rose uncontrollably, and his eyes even trembled slightly from tension.

"Mr. Wallop... what did you just say?"

Snape's voice was as if it had been frozen in ice for a hundred years and then soaked in the venom of Basilisk for a hundred years; every word seemed to be drilling out from between his teeth, piercing Sean's eardrums.

Sean was screaming inwardly.

That old bat is so unruly, he's actually using entrapment to enforce the law!

Our Potions professor is incredibly rude!

Sean's face was stiff as he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "Um, Professor, I was just agreeing with your... uh, your guidance! Yes, guidance! Miss Potter was purely accidental..."

"Hmm?" Snape leaned closer, his hooked nose and greasy hair almost touching Sean's face. "You called her, Miss Potter?"

"Ah, Daisy, Daisy ... I mean..."

Snape's anger intensified. "We're just classmates, do we have to call each other so intimately?!"

Merlin's damn son... that old bat is completely unreasonable...

Sean was on the verge of tears. Snape's pure protective instincts prevented him from being close to Daisy, and he couldn't stand seeing him use such an unfamiliar term of address for Daisy.

"I've known Daisy for a long time..." Sean said awkwardly.

"Hmph, I don't need you to remind me!" Snape yelled at him.

I think I'll just play dead...

Snape was like a large bat that had just darted out from the shadows; he moved slowly but with great anxiety, pacing back and forth.

Finally, he stopped and then turned sharply to stare at Sean: "Date... Miss Potter's Patronus, is this your first time meeting him?"

After much deliberation, Sean honestly replied, "I've seen it before..."

Snape's breathing became noticeably more rapid as he stared at Sean: "Have you asked what memory Miss Potter used to summon her Patronus?"

Sean was silent for a moment, then shook his head. "I didn't ask, but I can probably guess."

The memory Daisy used must have been the moment Obscurus within her was Banishing Charm and the Blood Curse was cleared, because only at that moment did this Little White Flower, which had always bloomed strongly yet fragilely in the shadows, finally struggle out of endless despair.

Snape's breathing paused for a moment, then became more rapid.

He walked heavily to the window, gripping the curtains tightly with one hand to hide his expression from Sean.

But in the silent classroom, Snape's rapid heartbeat could be clearly heard.

He felt heartbroken and angry... Sean thought silently.

It took Snape quite a while to finally regain his composure.

He turned around and looked at Sean with a gloomy expression. After a cold snort, he said, "Hmph... Next time, come to my office. I've been researching... Blood Curse lately. Find me an example to explain."

Why don't you just tell me directly, and I'll tell you exactly how much pain Daisy suffered back then...?

However, Sean nodded obediently. "I understand, Professor."

Snape stared at him, remained silent for a moment, and finally spoke.

His voice wasn't as cold, but it still carried a threat. "When you were in danger, Daisy... Miss Daisy was so anxious..."

The word "anxious" was almost hummed out with a dissatisfied nasal tone.

"Don't let her worry like this anymore, and don't let her get hurt, do you understand what I mean?"

Sean nodded repeatedly. "Of course, Professor!"

His earnest expression only elicited a dismissive raise of an eyebrow from Snape: "You'd better really understand..."

As he spoke, Snape took out a small leather suitcase, which seemed to have been prepared in advance.

"The top row consists entirely of healing and stimulant Potions for emergency use, while the bottom row contains poisons," Snape explained coldly.

"What is this?" Sean looked at the other person.

Snape scoffed, "Just some leftovers from brewing Potions. Get rid of them for me."

A bottle of scraps that can sell for tens or even hundreds of Galleon on the black market... To prevent Daisy from falling into this worrying situation again, she's even willing to give me so many rare Potions... Sean couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

From this perspective, I actually made a profit...

Snape stared at Sean with a gloomy expression; clearly, the hint of surprise Sean had shown earlier displeased him.

However, he still took out another bottle of medicine.

Felix Felicis.

He casually tossed it to Sean: "It's about to expire, take a look."

Hiss... Sean gasped.

"Hmph, what a pathetic look—" Snape said with a mocking disdain, "You know what to do when dealing with these potions, right?"

"Um, what do we need to do?" Sean was genuinely unsure.