"Mr. Prewett, famous far and wide, are you planning to have these Bicorn horns for dinner?"
Snape stared at Silan and said sarcastically, "Why haven't you fished them out of the cauldron yet?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Tell me, why did you boil them for so long?"
Silan glanced at the textbook. "Professor Snape, you just told me to follow the steps in the textbook, so the Bicorn horns should be boiled for five minutes first."
"Oh, really? Is the textbook necessarily always right?" Snape calmly picked a fight. "You trust the textbook that much? If I wrote in it that this potion required your heart, would you do that too?"
He was clearly just finding fault.
Obviously, Snape was still holding a grudge over what Silan had said to him last time.
Not only had he extended Silan's original two-week detention to three weeks, but he also found new ways to make things difficult for him every day.
Yesterday, Silan had been punished for stepping through the door with his left foot first. Today, he was scolded for handling potion ingredients according to the textbook's instructions.
"Sorry, Professor."
Silan did not talk back. He silently put out the fire beneath the cauldron and fished out the Bicorn horns.
"If apologies were useful, these Bicorn horns would not have been ruined by your mistake." Snape's face remained taut, his voice cold and harsh.
Silan did not respond.
From his experience, if he answered at a time like this, Snape would only get more and more worked up.
Otherwise, his detention would not have been extended from two weeks to three.
Sure enough, seeing Silan lower his head in silence, Snape snorted coldly, tossed out a sentence, and turned to leave.
"Take those Bicorn horns away. Ruined ingredients do not deserve a place