Professor, Because We Have to Follow Classroom Rules
The difficulty of brewing Potions will naturally increase with the start of the new semester.
Shrinking Potion is a Potions that shrinks or makes the drinker younger, with the exact opposite effect of Aging Potion.
The required materials include daisy root, fig, caterpillar, leech juice, and mouse spleen.
Without any communication, the Little Lions all quietly followed Vincent and Hermione's steps.
Most of the potions were a normal green, but two were orange-yellow, symbolizing failure and containing a deadly poison.
Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron, scooped some up with a spoon, smelled it, and then slowly poured it back in.
"Tell me, Longbottom, why are you making mistakes even when you follow Wayne's steps?"
Neville blushed instantly.
He would wander over every now and then, making it really hard for him to concentrate.
"Hmph—" Snape sneered, glancing at the dazzling green potion that Vincent had already packaged.
"Wayne, why don't you use your mouth to remind Longbottom how many drops of leech juice to add?"
Everyone knows Snape is applying double standards; any big move he makes would be seen as disrupting the class.
Vincent smiled broadly. "Professor, I don't think you'd like us making any noise."
He picked up the three impeccable Shrinking Potion in front of him and shook them.
"Because this would easily distract the students, causing the potion to fail even if it should have been successfully brewed."
"Sharp-tongued." Snape's expression was not good.
He walked to the other side, bent down and sniffed Ron's crucible. "Unbelievable!"
"Weasley, your potion is enough to poison an elephant!"
Ron lowered his head, and even his neck turned red.
Snape stood at attention. "Granger, you knew Weasley brewing this poison, why didn't you take action to stop him?"
Hermione pursed her lips tightly. "Professor, I think we should follow classroom rules."
She knew, of course, that Ron had put in too many caterpillars and rat spleens.
But even though she blinked so hard she almost went blind, Ron still didn't notice, so what could she do?
"Hmph—" Snape sneered again, "Granger, do you know that because of your indulgence, Weasley might very well say goodbye to Potions?"
To be honest, it's all because of him.
"I'm sorry, Professor," Hermione said, almost biting her lip until it bled. "I didn't realize it was my fault."
Snape's face darkened slightly.
Miss Know-It-All has been corrupted.
Under normal circumstances, she would definitely argue her point, which would eventually escalate into her "confronting" the professor.
"Tsk tsk tsk—admitting mistakes and making them is what a model student should be like."
Snape glanced at Ron, who dared not raise his head, and said, "Weasley, you need to learn from her, understand?"
"Know" means to know.
"What?"
Ron suddenly raised his head, his face as red as a pig's liver, "I said I understand!"
Snape quickly covered his ears. "You're too loud, Weasley."
"I—I didn't—"
"Professor!" Draco grinned maliciously from the other side of the aisle.
"I was startled by Weasley and accidentally spilled some medicine on the table."
"Oh?" Snape glanced at him. "Weasley, I don't think you did this on purpose, did you?"
Ron clenched his fists and shook his little head.
"Considering this is your first mistake," Snape turned and slowly walked to the podium, "Gryffindor loses 10 points, and—"
He glanced at the Slytherin students' work.
Three shades of orange, none of them a vibrant green.
Even the best Draco's potion is only a light green color.
"Also, Weasley to my office after class to work on the materials we need for tomorrow."
Ron trembled as he recalled the caterpillar from a few days ago.
Given Snape's penchant for tormenting people, he'll definitely make him deal with something even more disgusting.
"Did you hear me, Weasley?"
"I heard you right, Professor."
The sound wasn't loud this time, but it wasn't inaudible either.
"Class dismissed." Snape glanced at Harry before leaving.
According to Murphy's Law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of those ways will result in disaster, then someone will inevitably choose that way.
Not everyone can control Little Lions; sooner or later, they will all be wiped out.
"Sigh—" Vincent sighed as he walked out of the classroom.
This is unbearable.
Since Snape started the first day of the month, he shouldn't be surprised if he did the fifteenth.
They went up to the Great Hall and found Fred and George immediately. After exchanging a few words, Hermione arrived.
There's only one Potions Class. If you can tolerate it, then of course you should. If you can't, then you might as well not tolerate it at all.
"Strike?" Hermione seemed hesitant. "Snape will go crazy."
Fred and George looked at Vincent with smiles.
"Our School Board Member certainly won't stand idly by, right?"
Vincent thought about it for a moment and realized that striking from school wasn't actually a bad thing.
As long as there are enough people, the principle of "the law does not punish the masses" applies everywhere.
When you're in a good mood, your appetite also improves considerably.
After an exceptionally delicious lunch, the first class in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Perhaps because the lingering influence of Snape hadn't dissipated, the Little Lions were already waiting in the classroom.
"Quirrell, a first-year student, is a thief; Lockhart, a second-year student, is a liar," James declared confidently.
"I'm sure our new professor has a more 'honorable' identity."
He suddenly leaned on Neville's shoulder. "Old Wen, what do you think?"
Vincent moved closer to the door with obvious disgust. "Open your eyes and look."
James moved a little closer.
"You're our nemesis Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, haven't you already noticed that something's wrong with Professor Lupin?"
They may look a bit destitute, but they were at least invited by Dumbledore to protect Harry, so how could they be like Quirrell and Lockhart?
"Judging by appearance is wrong." Vincent simply stood up, pressed his shoulder, and pushed him back.
"No," James stood up again. "He has scars on his face; he's definitely a tough guy."
Vincent shrugged. "Regardless of whether he's a bad guy or not, his behavior on the train already makes him a qualified professor."
Take care of the unconscious Harry and notify the driver to avert danger.
If it were Quirrell or Lockhart instead, the situation would be far worse than imagined.
James nodded in sudden realization.
He may not necessarily be a bad person, but he is at least someone you can trust.
In fact, it wasn't just them talking about Lupin; even the Little Badger in the same class were discussing it.
However, Vincent's analysis made a lot of sense, and the students stopped questioning Lupin's abilities.
Suddenly, Seamus from the second row asked, "Are we going to have to learn about vampires or zombies all over again?"
This is Hogwarts' eternal pain.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor are replaced every year, and not only are their levels inconsistent, but the teaching progress is also quite worrying.