Failure at Making Homemade Shampoo

When Muya returned to Hogwarts, it suddenly started to drizzle, and she could not help complaining inwardly.

What kind of weather was this? It had been bright and sunny this morning, and now the sky was covered by a layer of pitch-black cotton batting.

The students holding tryouts at the Quidditch pitch all headed back to the castle. Not everyone was like Wood.

It was still raining the next day. The dampness in the air made Muya's nose itch a little. She rubbed it and entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Shalian and the others.

Unexpectedly, Muya saw Snape in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom again.

Susan and Hannah, beside her, were startled. They leaned their heads together and whispered, "Ah, why is it Professor Snape?"

"Professor Riddle probably had some urgent business and left the castle again."

When her gaze met Snape's, Muya seemed to hear him speaking beside her. "Country D. Voldemort."

Shalian pulled Muya down into a seat. Country D? Wasn't that Grindelwald's "happy hometown"? Voldemort really had some nerve, going over there to enjoy himself.

"Professor Riddle has gone out on business." Snape concisely explained why he was standing there.

"Now, grip your wands tightly. Do not be as clumsy as a Troll. Begin your free practical training."

Sixth-year Defense Against the Dark Arts classes mainly focused on practical lessons. For free practical training, they could choose to practice with nearby students or enter the simulated duel cabinets.

As Snape stepped down from the podium, he gave Muya a subtle look.

In Muya's eyes, that was an advance notice to skip class.

After quietly saying something to Shalian, Muya took the opportunity to slip away.

Once outside the classroom, Muya saw Snape standing opposite her. "Professor, are you sure he will