The Crucible Attack Incident

Castle corridor.

Lucien was heading towards the underground Potions Office, intending to visit Snape and ask him some questions about potion improvements.

Just as he turned a corner, a few young wizards walked past him, chattering away.

"... Let me tell you, I heard the crucible exploded on the spot!"

"Wow, Professor Snape must be furious! For the Potions Master to encounter something like this..."

"... Tsk tsk tsk, it's such a pity I didn't witness it firsthand..."

What is it?

Lucien paused, subconsciously slowing down.

The crucible exploded? What happened to the Old Bat?

He wanted to catch up with the young wizards and ask them, but before he could speak, he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

Ron was the most conspicuous, gesturing wildly and his face turning as red as his hair; he looked incredibly excited. Harry walked beside him, his lips tightly pursed, desperately trying to suppress his laughter, and occasionally adjusting his glasses, which had been askew from laughing so hard. Hermione followed behind, shaking her head helplessly.

Hermione noticed Lucien first and was about to greet him when the red figure beside her darted out.

"Lucien!" Ron rushed up to Lucien, his excitement practically overflowing. "Guess what happened in Potions Class just now?!"

Caught off guard by Ron's abrupt question, Lucien was initially taken aback, but considering the casual conversation he'd overheard with the young wizard and Ron's barely concealed excitement, he immediately made a guess:

"During Potions Class... someone's cauldron exploded again?"

He paused for a moment after he finished speaking.

Why did I say "again"?

Ron immediately burst out laughing and clapped his hands loudly:

"Haha, Lucien, you were absolutely right! Snape's in the Hospital Wing!"

Lucien blinked subconsciously.

What does it mean that Snape went to the Hospital Wing?

The crucible exploded—and then Snape went to the Hospital Wing?

He looked at Harry, Harry was trying to suppress his smile, but his lips kept curving upwards, making it impossible for him to speak clearly.

Then look at Ron, this guy is just enjoying the show, his face is full of "this is so satisfying" written all over his face.

Ron disliked Snape because he was always being harassed and mocked by Snape in class. He couldn't learn to recite potion knowledge like Hermione, and he didn't have the means to learn Harry's eye-catching skills.

Aside from Neville, Ron is exposed to the most "Venom" on a daily basis.

"Let me explain," Hermione sighed, walked over, and explained in a tone that said, "I'm really fed up," "During Potions Class, Seamus's cauldron exploded."

"It's Seamus again?" Lucien's lips twitched slightly.

"The key point," Hermione said, "Is that the violent explosion sent the crucible flying at an extremely high speed."

She paused, seemingly considering her words.

"Unfortunately," Hermione said, a hint of sympathy in her voice, "That cauldron struck Professor Snape squarely on the back of the head."

Lucien: "..."

"Professor Snape was supervising the other young wizards brewing potions, his back to Seamus's group," Hermione added. "And the cauldron flew so fast there was almost no time to react."

Lucien remained silent for a moment.

An image automatically flashed into his mind: Snape, his face grim, inspecting a student's cauldron, his black robes billowing behind him without wind. Suddenly, a spinning cauldron came hurtling from behind, hitting him squarely on the back of the head with a "bang."

A renowned Potions Master, the youngest Potions Authority of our time, was brought down by his own student with a single cauldron.

"So he's still in the Hospital Wing?" Lucien asked.

"Madam Pomfrey said there might be a mild concussion, and we'll need to observe him for a while," Hermione replied.

Ron, grinning from ear to ear, said, "You didn't see that! The whole classroom went silent! Seamus was so scared his face turned pale. I guarantee that if Snape were sober, he would have turned him into potion ingredients on the spot!"

Harry finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "The look on his face before he fainted... I've never seen Snape so bewildered."

Lucien's lips twitched.

The explosives genius Seamus Finnigan performed consistently—no, it should be said that his skills had improved.

Previously, at most, exploding the crucible would only injure him or endanger his deskmate.

This time, they pulled off something big—an attempt to single-handedly kill the Potions Professor using the Cauldron?

That's interesting.

How did the Old Bat end up with such bad luck?

Hmm, it can't be because I taught Defense Against the Dark Magic for a few months and the curse started to take effect, right?

"Okay, I'll go check out the Hospital Wing first." Lucien waved to Harry and the others, then turned and strode quickly toward the Hospital Wing.