On Professor Snape's Attack Range

"..."

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, silent.

When exactly did it start?

Perhaps it was after Adam made that Stinky Tofu last time. The dishes Adam produced began to advance rapidly in a somewhat bizarre direction.

The fact that so many people here still believe in trying Adam's new products every time only shows that while Adam's dishes are strange, to be fair, the taste is indeed commendable.

Stinky Tofu, Silkworm Pupae, Tusun Jelly, Stinky Mandarin Fish...

Although not everyone can accept them, no one felt there was anything wrong with the dishes themselves. Instead, they just didn't like the taste and hoped to encounter a delicacy that suited their palate next time.

But even Eugene, who always supported him, was silenced this time by the Mandrake that looked like a shrunken baby head that he had just picked up.

"...Ahem, Adam, is this the only dish this time?"

"This kind of art is too avant-garde for us."

Fred and George, gritting their teeth, couldn't bring themselves to pick up their chopsticks and ultimately chose to give up.

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Hey, don't be deceived by the appearance of this soup. It tastes great. What's the big difference between Mandrakes and Ginseng? At most, it looks more like a person than Ginseng, and the color of the soup is a little different."

Adam didn't care and took a bowl for himself first, "This is the only dish! One bowl for each person! Otherwise, there won't be any new products later!"

Seeing that Adam had eaten it himself first, everyone finally tried it with an expression of heroic sacrifice... and then they found it was actually quite good.

What a joke, so what if the color is a little weird and the Mandrake is a little scary—how much better is Stargazy Pie? Using serving chopsticks to tear the Mandrake apart, the remaining color problem is not worth mentioning in the face of the taste.

Seeing this scene, Adam nodded in satisfaction:

"I told you it was delicious!"

From that day on, Adam's menu gradually included many dishes mixed with magical creatures and magical plants, and the students of Hogwarts, along with the new product testers, lived a painful and happy life.

Hogwarts students: So weird, take a bite, so delicious! Take another look, still so weird...

However, Professor Dumbledore was very supportive every time, accepting even Durian Candy without hesitation. The surrounding students exclaimed that the old headmaster was indeed the greatest wizard of the century, terrifyingly so.

"Let's come again next Friday."

Adam clapped his hands and set the time for the next new product tasting.

"No, Adam, there's a Quidditch match next Friday."

Klon rubbed his bulging belly. This time, Adam was merciful enough to make a delicious dish that was normal in both appearance and taste!

"Hmm? Another Quidditch match..."

Adam recalled and realized that he really didn't remember.

"That's right! And it's Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff!"

Cedric nodded.

"It's a pity that Professor Snape is the referee..."

"He will definitely not let go of any..."

"Opportunity to deduct points from Gryffindor!" x2

The Weasley twins said in a slightly out-of-tune aria.

During this period, Wood had been training them specifically for this game not to foul, so as not to give Professor Snape any chance to catch them.

They hadn't had time to do business during this time, and it was only with great difficulty that they had made time to try the new products.

"Is Professor Snape that scary?"

Adam was a little puzzled. Speaking of which, he didn't seem to have ever seen Professor Snape looking scary.

"Oh! Adam! My Adam! That's because you're not a Gryffindor!"

Fred's eyes almost rolled to the sky.

"If your hands haven't been broken off, why haven't you written down the knowledge points I just said, hmm?"

George lowered his voice to imitate him. Although the voice wasn't very similar, the ending "hmm?" was perfectly imitated, eliciting a round of applause.

"Thank you! Thank you, everyone!"

George stood up and bowed to the surroundings.

"I have to clarify that Adam's views have nothing to do with whether he is a Gryffindor or not. He has pretty much the same attitude towards Hufflepuff."

Uther clapped while complaining.

"Yes, it feels like the entire Hufflepuff—no, I suspect that Adam is the only one in the entire Hogwarts who hasn't been scolded by Professor Snape."

Klon followed closely.

"It's not that exaggerated, is it..."

Adam recalled, "Professor Snape doesn't seem to scold Slytherin much either."

"Is that the point?!"

Adam shrugged.

Is Professor Snape really that scary? At most, he's just a bit sharp-tongued. If you really mess up, you might get a few verbal jabs, or at worst, he'll force your head down. But that's nothing! It's not even corporal punishment.

"Speaking of which, Adam, how do you manage to avoid getting scolded by Professor Snape?"

"Ah, that? Just do what the professor says, isn't it?"

"That's true."

Bernard complained:

"Ninety-eight percent of Professor Snape's scolding is due to student errors."

"What about the other two percent?"

Cedric looked at him with interest.

"He's just in a bad mood."

"..."

Opinions about Professor Snape remained divided. Time flew by, and the day of the Quidditch match arrived quickly.

On the day of the match, the pressure on the Gryffindor team was palpable. The only thing that made them feel a little better was that Professor Dumbledore was in the stands this time.

With Professor Dumbledore watching, Professor Snape wouldn't dare to be so blatant, right?

However, Professor Snape proved with his actions that he was even more excessive than Gryffindor had imagined.

"Tweet—"

Madam Hooch's silver whistle blew, signaling halftime.

"Too much! This is too much!"

Even those in the Hufflepuff section could hear the roars of anger from the Gryffindor side.

"Um..."

Adam and the others exchanged glances. In this situation, even if the Hufflepuff team won, it didn't seem like there would be anything to be happy about.

"Look on the bright side, this is probably the cleanest game of the entire season."

Adam consoled.

Hufflepuff wouldn't actively commit fouls, and Gryffindor was surprisingly well-behaved. This situation was indeed rare and very much in line with Hufflepuff's aesthetic.

However, no one was comforted by his words.

"There's still hope."

Klon leaned on the railing, anxiously watching the two teams below:

"Merlin, let them catch the Golden Snitch as soon as possible—whoever it is."

Before the point difference reached 150 points, whichever team caught the Golden Snitch would win. This was something that Professor Snape couldn't change, no matter how much he targeted Gryffindor, and it was the fairest point.

It seemed that Merlin heard Klon's prayer, but unfortunately, the Hufflepuff team's Seeker didn't have Harry's talent and strength. Harry caught the Golden Snitch shortly after the second half began.

Everyone was excitedly discussing Harry's thrilling dive just now, but Klon, whose wish had come true, was caught in a dilemma.

Although the game ended fairly as he had hoped, Hufflepuff lost. Should he be happy or sad?