Potions Class's Classic Three Questions!

Honestly.

For Devero, the most detested class was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Because Quirrell always filled the classroom with the smell of garlic.

The second, without a doubt, was Potions Class.

Although his potion-making skills far surpassed those of his peers.

So, under normal circumstances, he should have enjoyed it.

After all, he could show off in front of everyone.

Being recorded in the future entry for "Heir of Slytherin" should also count among his achievements.

It might even boost his power.

But Snape gave him absolutely no opportunity to shine.

In fact, he treated Devero as if he were invisible in class.

His eyes were only on...

"Potter! If I add Powdered Root of Asphodel to Infusion of Wormwood, what will I get?"

That's right.

It was now Friday of Devero's first week at Hogwarts.

The first class of the morning was Potions.

And the scene before him was the classic "Potions Class Three Questions" segment.

Watching Hermione raise her hand so high, Devero couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head.

At times like these, it was best not to disturb their private world.

Neville beside him was clearly stunned by Snape's severity.

He desperately tried to burrow his head under the desk, afraid that he would be the next one Snape called upon.

Considering what he might face later, Devero had proactively chosen to sit with him this time.

And Devero's reputation during this period meant that his sitting with a Gryffindor didn't seem strange.

No Slytherin would say anything to him for this action.

To Devero's surprise, Malfoy seemed uninterested in this spectacle of Harry being publicly shamed.

He and his two cronies sat in a corner of the classroom, their eyes somewhat vacant.

Few people sat next to him, whether Slytherins or Gryffindors.

The incident during Flying Class yesterday had clearly hit him hard.

Moreover, many older students within Slytherin House were starting to have opinions about him.

After all, when they looked out the door this morning, the Slytherin House Point Hourglass had been emptied!

No one could tolerate that.

In the common room yesterday, some had already begun to lament that Slytherin might not win the House Cup for the first time in seven years!

However, as a Transmigrator, Devero already knew that the House Cup had been preemptively awarded to Gryffindor by Dumbledore seven years in advance.

So he didn't feel like struggling anymore.

He harbored no resentment towards Malfoy like others did.

He just hoped Malfoy would be quieter.

And now, Malfoy was perfectly fulfilling Devero's expectations.

Look at that gloomy expression.

He must have been deeply struck.

Meanwhile, Snape's torment continued.

"Tsk, tsk... it seems fame isn't everything."

Snape walked right past Hermione, who was almost reaching the ceiling.

His eyes were fixed on Harry's face.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to fetch me a bezoar, where would you look?"

"I don't know, Professor."

"I suppose you haven't flipped through a single book before school started, have you, Potter?"

Then came a series of answers that popped out of Snape's mouth.

He swept his gaze across all the surrounding classmates.

Except for Devero.

Everyone who met his gaze

flinch violently.

"Do you understand? Why aren't you all writing this down?!"

The classic three questions scared all the students into holding their breath.

A rustling sound of quills.

Devero propped his chin on his hand, watching the scene with boredom.

Honestly.

This content was the most basic knowledge.

Devero had already mastered it completely six months ago, before his system awakened.

Now, with the [Potion Spirit] trait, it was even less of a challenge.

Unfortunately, during class, Snape's eyes were only on Potter.

After deducting points from Harry for talking back, Potions Class finally entered the stage Devero had been most looking forward to.

He had forgotten about the set of potion equipment Snape had given him earlier.

It had been stored inside Eld.

When he tried to take it out the day before yesterday, he found it had been covered in some unknown slime.

So Devero washed them.

They were still drying.

But it had been a whole week since he had touched potions.

Today, he could finally get his hands dirty!

Snape divided them into pairs.

Instructing them to mix a simple potion to treat scabies.

Devero naturally became partners with Neville, who sat beside him.

To be honest.

Neville was indeed a bit clumsy.

Even with Devero's help, he almost put the ingredients in the wrong order.

Of course.

Snape also kept hovering behind them.

Under Devero's protection, they became almost the only two people in the class who weren't scolded by Snape.

Even Malfoy, who was favored by Snape in the original story, got distracted.

He was reprimanded in a low voice.

Even with Neville pushing Devero hard beside him.

Devero still relied on his extraordinary potion intuition.

And some kind of metaphysical blessing.

Using only two-thirds of the ingredients.

He completed the preparation of this simple potion.

At this time, everyone else was still drying nettles.

Classmates at the front and back desks turned around.

Looking at the clear, steaming green potion in front of Devero with amazement.

"My God! It hasn't even been three minutes! Alexander is already done?"

"Impossible! I haven't even crushed my snake fangs yet, and he's already finished brewing? Is he a student in the same year as me?"

"I think Devero must come from a pure-blood family in France! He must have received excellent magical education since childhood!"

"Yes! And he's so gentle and polite, he must be from nobility!"

These were the discussions among the Slytherin students.

Which reached Devero's ears.

He couldn't help but find it a little amusing.

What nobility?

He just received nine years of compulsory education.

He's a normal person who doesn't spew trash talk on sight.

And that makes him noble?

However, the part about receiving excellent potion education since childhood was true.

After all, he was personally taught by Snape.

Though the process was somewhat gruesome to behold.

"Enough, there is no need for unnecessary noise here."

Snape's low voice, slightly louder than a whisper, but clear enough for everyone to hear, sounded again.

"Or do you think you have completely mastered the preparation of this potion?"

Snape's viper-like eyes swept over the students who had been chattering earlier.

The students who were looked at dared not even breathe.

Saying that.

Snape walked to Devero and Neville's table.

Looking into the pot in front of Devero.

The clear potion, which appeared to contain no impurities.

Snape stood there motionless.

His eyes fixed on the potion.

Devero was very familiar with this look.

This was Snape's expression when he was looking for trouble.

He was desperately searching for flaws in Devero's potion.

But obviously.

Devero couldn't mess up such an extremely simple potion.

Tsk!

Only a very faint clicking sound came from Snape.

Devero's lips curled up.

"Very standard, even perfect work, Mr. Alexander. For your performance, Slytherin gains five points."

Saying that.

Snape, with a dark expression, was about to return to the podium.

At this moment.

Devero suddenly stood up.

"Professor Snape, you've awarded too few points."