Why Professor Snape Was Like a Bat

Muya and Hermione went to the library again and studied for another hour.

"Hermione, I'm off to class!" Muya waved goodbye to Hermione.

"Mm-hmm, go on, Mya Mu. See you next time."

"See you next time, Little Rabbit Teacher." Muya left with a mischievous chuckle, leaving Hermione alone to hide her flushed face behind a book.

"Honestly..."

"Hannah, Susan, Shalian! I'm back!"

"Where did you run off to? We thought you weren't going to class." Shalian patted Muya on the head.

"All right, all right, Mya Mu, hurry up and put your books down, then grab your cauldron and Potions class textbook." Susan was straightening her robes.

"Don't forget your robes," Hannah reminded her.

"Okay, okay, I'll be quick." Muya hurriedly put down her books to demonstrate how fast she could pack.

Muya quickly put on her robes, stuffed her books into her cauldron, and left the dormitory with Shalian and the others.

"I heard Professor Snape is especially scary," Hannah whispered to the other three.

"Professor Snape only favors Slytherin students. He especially hates Gryffindors," Susan added.

After hearing them, Muya's wonderful mood vanished. Great, she had gotten happy too soon.

When the four of them reached the Potions classroom in the dungeons, they could not help rubbing their arms. "Merlin, it's way too cold in here. Won't we get rheumatism?" Muya complained.

"Let's sit in the second-to-last row," Muya said timidly.

The other three spread their hands helplessly ¬_¬｀.

As soon as class began, a swath of pitch-black fabric swept past Muya in a gust of wind.

A pitch-black figure appeared at the front. Professor Snape was a very thin man. "Why don't you open your timetables and see what your first class is supposed to be?" He glanced in Muya's direction from the corner of his eye.

Muya immediately opened hers and sat up straight. Drawing the teacher's attention in the very first class was not a good thing.

"Miss Muya." Of course... Muya felt like crying but had no tears. She could only obediently stand up. "...Professor."

"What ingredients are needed to brew Scabious Potion?"

What ingredients? What was Professor Snape talking about? Teacher Hermione had not taught her that!

"Uh... sorry, Professor, my English still isn't very good, so I can't understand what you're saying." Muya spoke awkwardly, while the three beside her covered their faces.

Snape frowned, his tone icy. "One point from Hufflepuff. Also, starting tomorrow, you will serve detention in my office for one week. I hope Miss Muya will be able to understand my lectures within a week, provided there is no Kneazle Grass in your brain."

Muya sat down with a miserable expression. She was finished. Was anyone more impressive than her? She had deducted House points in her very first Potions class and earned herself a week of detention. Yay, she was amazing.

"Now, follow the steps in your books and brew Scabious Potion. I do not wish to see a repeat of what happened with Gryffindor." His eyes swept over every student in the classroom.

"Hannah, weigh the Dried Nettle. Susan, crush the Snake Fangs. I'll boil the horned slugs." Shalian assigned everyone tasks while looking at the book.

Muya pointed at herself. "Shalian, what do I need to do?"

"Oh, Mya Mu, all you need to do is stir the cauldron for us."

Just that? Fine, she liked taking it easy.

Muya noticed that all the other groups had two people, while there were four people in theirs. That seemed a little unfair.

After Snape had "spat venom" at every student, he walked straight over to their table. In the end, he only glanced at it, snorted at Muya, and left.

He even flung his robes as he left, like a pitch-black bat.

Huh? He actually did not criticize them? Was he targeting me? Muya felt she had uncovered the truth.

Bang! A Hufflepuff group's cauldron exploded. Fortunately, none of the potion splashed on anyone, because Professor Snape conjured a shield around them.

"Idiots! Why don't you use those ignorant heads of yours to read the book properly? If I had been one second later, everyone here would have ended up in the School Hospital."

"Three points from Hufflepuff, because of the incorrect operation of two gentlemen who refused to read." With a wave of Snape's hand, all the potion on the floor and tables was cleaned away.

"In three minutes, everyone will hand in their finished potions." Snape returned to the front and took out a sheet of paper to write something.

"Um... Shalian, do I still need to stir?" Muya felt both her arms trembling.

"No need. Let go." Shalian held a bottle filled with some potion and handed it in before Snape.

"Passable. One point to Hufflepuff."

Before class ended, Snape assigned them an essay. Everyone except Muya had to write it. After all, what could she possibly write with her half-baked English? Snape had never expected her to produce anything.

"Miss Muya, do not forget your detention tonight. All right, class dismissed!" Snape glanced at Muya, who was rubbing her arms.

"Oh..." Seeing Muya wilt again, Hannah and the other two did not know how to comfort her.

"It looks like it's almost dinner time. Shall we go to the Great Hall now?" Susan asked tentatively.

"Okay, let's go!" Muya instantly revived at those words.

Tonight's food was somewhat different: steamed egg custard, sweet-and-sour ribs, candied sweet potatoes, sweet-and-sour fish... They looked like familiar Chinese dishes, but... why was everything sweet?!

Everyone at the professors' table looked at the food before turning to Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Hahaha, all of these were made from a cookbook taken from Mya Mu's home." Dumbledore himself ate with great relish, while the other professors' teeth ached after one bite.

"I think perhaps every sweet dish in that cookbook is here. Let us hope a crowd does not rush to the School Hospital asking for Tooth-strengthening potion." After several bites, Snape felt as though his teeth were sticking together. "Not everyone likes these cloyingly sweet things as much as you do, Old Bee."

"Oh, all right, Severus. Next time, I'll have the elves make something else." Dumbledore compromised when he saw Muya stuffing her face and gulping down milk.

Of course, he could privately ask the house-elves to make special dishes just for him. A smile appeared on his face again, and Snape knew exactly what he was thinking when he saw that expression.

"I advise against it. Otherwise, I will not provide you with Tooth-strengthening potion every month." When Snape saw the corners of Dumbledore's mouth droop, he curled his own lips maliciously.

"Mya Mu, today's dishes really are far too sweet..." Seeing Cedric looking as though his teeth hurt, Muya could not help asking, "Huh? So you don't like sweets?"

Cedric froze for a moment, then smiled. "That's not it. They're fine once in a while, but I've never eaten this much in one day."

"Okay. That day, I saw so many desserts in front of you, so I thought you liked sweets." Muya scratched her head, already thinking about how to beat up whoever had suggested serving so many sweet dishes for dinner. She did not want cavities!

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