You Cherish Your Life More Than I Imagined

On Monday.

The young wizards finally ushered in their first class.

Because some magical courses cannot be stopped midway, especially those that require long class hours.

And Hogwarts has the same teachers for all grades. To avoid scheduling conflicts, they occasionally let two houses attend class together.

For example, Potions Class.

As this course runs through the students' entire time until graduation.

Professor Severus Snape, the sole instructor for this course, is responsible for teaching Potions Class to all seven grades at Hogwarts, and his working hours are quite insufficient.

Therefore...

From Monday to Friday, Professor Snape must teach in the evenings, making him arguably the busiest professor at Hogwarts.

With such a packed schedule, Professor Snape still manages to have weekends off. Wizards truly are masters of time management.

Monday morning.

The first-year Gryffindor and Slytherin newcomers separated and headed to the large lecture hall for Charms class.

The first-year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw newcomers gathered together and hurried to the Potions Class classroom in the basement.

The Potions Class classroom was a bit dim.

A group of young wizards unhappily surveyed their surroundings. They would spend the entire morning in this eerie classroom for Potions Class.

"I heard my father mention Professor Snape from Potions Class..."

"It's said that Professor Snape was a genius student in Potions when he was studying, but I heard his temper might be a bit bad..."

"I've met Professor Snape. He's a very cold person."

"Professor Snape is the youngest Head of House in Slytherin's history."

The classroom buzzed with chatter.

This was their first class at Hogwarts.

Everyone was filled with curiosity about Potions Class and the professor.

In fact, what they said was true. Snape was a genius in Potions during his school days, and by the time he graduated, he could already be called a Potions Master.

And.

Snape was indeed young.

This year, the Potions Master and Head of Slytherin House was only twenty-nine years old.

While the young wizards were still discussing these things, the door to the Potions Class classroom suddenly burst open, and a man in a black cloak strode in with great momentum!

He walked extremely fast.

He even strode with such vigor that his cloak billowed, making him look incredibly imposing!

It was the Potions Class Professor, Severus Snape. The man, cloaked entirely in black, walked towards the podium while speaking coldly, "There shouldn't be too much noise in this classroom. No wizard who understands Potions would do that..."

"..."

The entire classroom fell silent instantly.

Snape reached the podium in a few strides. He slowly surveyed all the newcomers in the classroom and continued in a cold voice, "This is Potions Class. You don't need to wave your wands, nor do you need to chant any nonsensical spells. Instead, you need to understand the world's most complex potion knowledge and learn the most exquisite potion-making techniques..."

"However, I suspect..."

"Many of you here will not be able to achieve that."

Snape slowly wrapped his cloak around himself and continued coldly, "Only a very few can appreciate the profound science and precise craftsmanship of potion-making... If even one person among you can do it, that would be an impressive number."

"..."

Many young wizards' faces were already flushed with anger.

Professor Snape's words in Potions Class were truly harsh. How could these eleven or twelve-year-old children endure such provocation!

Snape looked at the group of young wizards with indignant expressions and calmly continued, "You think you're gifted just because you have magic in your bodies, but learning Potions isn't as simple as picking up your wand and casting a spell... Open your notebooks."

At this point, Snape finally paused his venomous tongue and spoke slowly, "Today, first, write down that some common ingredients used in potion-making are poisonous, so that some arrogant fools don't directly touch them with their hands and lose their lives..."

"..."

Rustle, rustle.

Every young wizard quickly flipped open their notebooks.

As Snape's occasional venomous remarks punctuated his lecture, these young wizards, enduring their discomfort, jotted down the list of extremely dangerous potion ingredients he described.

To be honest...

If Potions Class were an elective...

Apart from the students from Slytherin House, few people would likely be willing to attend his class.

Even Vinson Wright, knowing Snape's story, had to admit that there was a reason why Snape was always seen as a bad guy...

This professor's mouth was truly too poisonous!

One must always be cautious with their words at any time.

Just as Vinson Wright was silently sighing, Snape's voice suddenly stopped because quite a few students in the classroom had started to lose focus, which was not a good thing.

Snape's gaze shifted, picking out a typical example among these students. He looked at the gray-haired youth looking up at him.

Hufflepuff's most famous first-year student...

Undoubtedly the most suitable example to be made.

Snape's gaze fixed on Vinson, and he suddenly said coldly, "Mr. Vinson Wright, did you take down everything I just said?"

"..."

Why was his name being mentioned?

Hearing Snape utter his name, Vinson felt a bit uneasy all over, already anticipating what was to come.

"I took it down..."

Vinson glanced at his notebook.

"Then you should be looking down at your notes, not at me."

Snape snorted and continued coldly, "I hope everyone present will remember firmly that it's best not to get distracted during the first Potions Class, as it could cost you your lives."

"..."

The young wizards immediately perked up.

Snape snorted again, glancing at the group of young wizards who had instantly become terrified, then looked back at Vinson, "As for Mr. Vinson Wright, because of you, Hufflepuff will have five points deducted."

After speaking, Snape walked to his desk and recorded this deduction. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Mr. Wright, do you have any objections to the point deduction?"

"No."

Vinson Wright calmly tightened his grip on his quill.

This was currently in Potions Class.

No matter how outrageous Snape's reason for deducting points was, no matter how unpleasant Snape's words were...

As a proper student, Vinson certainly wouldn't expose him, argue back, or even hold a grudge. It didn't align with his principles.

Snape felt this student was a bit more honest than he had expected. The Potions Professor pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked again, "Mr. Wright, please tell me, how would you handle wolfsbane aconite, which is highly poisonous?"

"..."

This question truly stumped Vinson.

Because Vinson hadn't encountered such a problem so far. Given his physical condition, he could actually handle wolfsbane aconite with his bare hands without issue...

Of course, he couldn't answer like that.

Because if he answered that way, Professor Snape might just explode on the spot and berate Vinson Wright for ten minutes straight...

After a second of thought, Vinson chose the most cautious response: "Put on protective clothing, wear a protective mask, then put on ordinary gloves, followed by dragon-hide gloves on top, and finally use tweezers to pick up the wolfsbane aconite and place it in the processing crucible..."

"..."

Snape's expression instantly became very strange.

Who could tell him...

Why this little guy, who was so afraid of death, could draw the Gryffindor Sword, the symbol of courage?

The Potions Professor's face was a mixture of emotions, and he said with a somewhat obscure voice, "Mr. Wright, you cherish your life more than I imagined. You are indeed not suited to be one of those reckless and arrogant guys in Gryffindor House..."

"..."

Vinson Wright was speechless.

Who could tell him...

How much of a grudge did Snape have against Gryffindor House? He still managed to insult Gryffindor House at this moment...

So, could he get the points he lost back?

Obviously, that was absolutely impossible.

"Alright, you may sit down."

Snape's gaze slowly moved away from Vinson Wright. He turned to everyone present and said, "When handling wolfsbane aconite, be sure to wear dragon-hide gloves to avoid any contact with your skin.

If everyone here cherishes their life as much as Mr. Wright, you can also be fully armed like him... So, why aren't you taking notes now?"