Professor Snape is completely different from Professor McGonagall. When Sean makes a mistake in a certain step, Professor McGonagall will slowly guide him to take the correct step and release the qualified Transfiguration;
Professor Snape, on the other hand, would ask him to tell the wrong answer with a sneer on his face, and then mix in the correct answer with a lot of ridicule.
Sean, who had expected it, quickly wrote down the answer hidden in it, and Professor Snape also stopped outputting.
The crucible stopped burning, and the scarf was like a qualified warrior, resisting the cold wind and allowing Sean to focus on Parchment.
Snape looked at him coldly, and the Parchment with Fusion Enlightenment Method written all over it.
An absolutely precious piece of knowledge, a piece of knowledge that all pharmacists will be excited about...
Snape never thought that someone could be stupid enough to share such knowledge, but it was different now. He saw such a fool.
An indescribable, disturbing and disgusting feeling surged over his expressionless face.
"You shouldn't tell anyone...Sean·Green..."
He whispered darkly,
"But it's not bad. It's a pretty good method."
Sean almost thought he heard wrongly. In his tired state, he subconsciously whispered:
"What did you say... Professor?"
"Not bad... get out! Immediately! Immediately! Sean·Green, bring your stupid tools! Get out of here!"
Professor Snape suddenly became furious, and Sean was almost thrown out. Then ten more Gold Galleons were thrown out of Dungeon and fell into his hand.
Sean, who successfully landed in the corridor, walked away silently, and he would never speak again when he was tired next time.
"I knew you were a Champion——"
Laughter came from the corridor, Sir Cadogan covered his stomach and laughed,
"Oh! Little Green, I have to deal with this..."
He laughed so hard that he burst into tears, completely unaware that Sean had reached the end of the corridor.
"Sir Cadogan, he..."
Sean asked Fat Lady who also moved over, Jazz is sometimes a little too bold...
Look at his great achievements, riding a pony and knocking over Headmaster Black, punching and kicking Headmaster Black, laughing at Professor Snape at the door of Dungeon...
Listening to the screams coming from Dungeon's door, Sean's eyes were focused there for a long time.
"Oh - my stupid Sir... I hope in heaven he knows how to run away..."
Fat Lady wiped away her tears. She lowered her eyebrows and covered her eyes with her hands. She kept peeking at him when Sean didn't notice.
Sean was a little stunned. He didn't expect Jazz to be less ferocious Elphias Doge.
"Fat Lady——You scared Little Green..."
Violet walked over from another portrait holding a plate of fruit, and she comforted softly.
Then Sean saw the crying Fat Lady not shedding tears at all, it was just water that was wiped on.
Sean left without saying a word.
"Okay, are you satisfied now?"
Violet stuffed an apple into Fat Lady's mouth angrily.
"Fat woman, I hope apples can shut your mouth."
Great Hall, Hermione are arguing with Harry and others to enter here.
"I discovered something about Professor Snape before,"
Harry said to Hermione,
"Halloween Eve, he was trying to get past the big three-headed dog. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal what the big dog was guarding. Big dog, no, that's Fluffy, it's Hagrid's— —It was bought by a guy Greece whom Hagrid met in the hotel last year - Hagrid lent it to Dumbledore to guard a very precious thing."
"Yes, Hermione, don't you understand? When Quidditch Match happened, he was also causing trouble - he was chanting a curse on the broomstick! He wanted to throw Harry to death!"
Ron also added indignantly.
"That's not Professor Snape! He's not the one who cast the spell!"
Hermione retorted.
"To be honest, Hermione, you always think that all teachers are saints!"
Ron couldn't help but said.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask Sean!"
Hermione stamped his feet in anger.
The three of them also separated at this time.
"Of course we can ask Sean! Because Sean will definitely agree with her point of view... Sean knows her better than we do..."
Ron felt weak for a while and then said irritably.
Harry I don't know if what he said is right or wrong, but I am just more worried about the next plan.
Not far from Gryffindor, the long table here has the most puddings.
While Sean was eating, Justin and Hermione were looking at Harry and whispering.
"What do you think of them, would Sean agree? Justin... other than being a little stupider."
Hermione asked with some worry. Even though she usually found Harry and the two unreasonable, she still chose to accept them after Justin told her in advance the reason for the strange whereabouts of Harry and others.
Think about it, Harry has a huge reputation, but he has no ability to match his reputation. Now there is someone in Hogwarts who wants to kill him, and he actually recognized the wrong person.
The other party is like a poisonous snake! Yes, a poisonous snake hiding in the dark is about to swallow up Harry, the "poor orphan".
And he didn't even learn a simple magic spell! All day long I knew that Quidditch Pitch was not doing his job properly!
"Sean?"
Justin smiled gently, and then the two of them looked at Sean. He was flipping through a notebook with fireworks popping up when he opened the next page - Weasleys left him a lot of "surprises".
"What do you think, Hermione? I mean, how often do they dare to ask for an exit?"
"Two idiots..."
Mentioning this, Hermione couldn't help but sigh.
"Don't worry, Hermione, give them some more time, not everyone is born to stand in the sun..."
He comforted with a smile, but his eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his eyes did not fall on Harry and Ron.
Thanks to his mother's teachings, he always knows more about people's abilities. Harry is an orphan, but his foster family has taken on his responsibilities, so at least he doesn't have to worry about getting cold or getting sick;
Ron seems to have many brothers. His inferiority complex comes from his outstanding brothers and friends, but he is undoubtedly happy. My mother said money and happiness are not always linked.
Although Harry is thin, he has never lost strength on Charms; Ron is certainly poor, but the packages Weasley family sends to him are no less than those of any little wizard.
When the Incendio in the fireplace was burning, Justin's eyes were still flashing with a faint firelight.
The heavy snow was flying outside the window, seeming to cover up the rough and cold land, and his voice was naturally blurred in the wind and snow:
"Hermione, you know... Unlike them, some people are always too brave and quiet. We have all forgotten the pain they endured."