Professor, Don't Shoot-We're on the Same Side
Severus Snape, Harry's father's rival, his mother's suitor, and now Harry's enemy.
The moment he spoke, Harry's opinion of him plummeted into negative territory.
"What are you all standing there for? Don't you know this is Potions?"
Professor Snape spoke very softly, almost just above a whisper.
However, as one socialite once said, the softer the voice, the stronger the aura.
Snape's voice carried a chilling pressure, causing everyone to instinctively hold their breath and listen carefully to every word he spoke.
Every student he glanced at, whether Slytherin or Gryffindor, instinctively shivered.
While everyone else was looking down to avoid Snape's gaze, Lester remained calm and fearless, raising his head high.
Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary students, Snape Potions Master, and the Slytherin Head of House, are big shots who are not to be trifled with.
But for Lester, just kidding, in the entire Wizarding World, no one can make him bow down!
Noticing Lester's fixed gaze, Snape raised an eyebrow noncommittally, gave a cold snort, and turned to enter the classroom.
The other first-year students were immediately relieved and all rushed in.
"Lester, let's sit in the front row," Malfoy said excitedly, trying to pull Lester to sit in the front.
Snape was his godfather; others might fear Snape, but Malfoy wouldn't.
Lester refused Malfoy's invitation to sit in the front row without hesitation.
As soon as he entered the professor's room, Lester immediately darted to the very back corner of the Potions.
Unfortunately, since his elder brother insisted on sitting there, the younger brother couldn't refuse, so Malfoy had no choice but to follow.
Then, Lester's henchmen scattered and gathered at the back of the magic classroom, making Snape's face darken.
With his perpetually indifferent face, Snape silently watched the students take their seats.
Every student who caught Snape's attention would stiffen and instinctively quicken their pace.
Although he was in no mood to teach his students, Snape still maintained a high level of professionalism as the Potions professor at Hogwarts.
He will not let personal problems affect the quality of his teaching.
In fact, his Potions generally achieved quite good results in the Potions section of the OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Levels).
The Knockturn Alley Inferior Potion Incident caused him heavy losses and almost ruined his reputation.
But when he learned that Quirrell, who sold fake medicine, was also a professor at Hogwarts, Snape was no longer in a hurry.
The Wizarding World is vast; even if all the Pure-blood families of Knockturn Alley were to join forces, they would be unable to capture that scoundrel Quirrell.
But Hogwarts is very small. If Quirrell, that beast who framed me, really dares to come to Hogwarts, I will definitely teach that shameless slug a lesson in cruelty!
After a brief moment of calming down, the school bell rang, and Snape officially began the lesson.
Unlike Professor McGonagall who immediately began the lesson, Professor Snape first took out the list of students, his gaze occasionally sweeping across the classroom.
Especially when he got to Lester, he gave Lester a long look.
Lester had left an impression on him during the sorting process, and according to a certain Prefect, Thompson, who wished to remain anonymous, Lester was a tyrant in Slytherin and had long been disliked by the students.
"The rules for Potions class are different from those for other classes," Snape said calmly, putting away the roster. "If you don't want to follow the rules of Potions, you can leave this classroom now."
Almost no student moved; everyone sat upright.
Everyone knows this is a warning shot; if anyone actually walks out of this classroom, you'll see if they fail Potions class from now on.
Lester curled his lip. Wasn't that just stating the obvious? Who would dare to disrespect the professor in the very first class?
Do you really think everyone is the Chosen One or Hermione?
Besides, Umbridge is just a lackey of the Minister for Magic; he's nothing compared to Snape, there's no comparison at all.
The three disciplinary requirements were mentioned in a scattered manner, and many students took them to heart. Even good students like Hermione took notes.
Lester gave a simple summary, which was quite straightforward.
First, you are not allowed to talk in class, or you will be penalized. Second, you are not allowed to be late for class, or you will not be allowed to enter. Third, you must listen carefully in class and not do anything stupid.
After noting down all of Professor Snape's rules, Lester scoffed. These were just the kinds of things Professor B always liked to emphasize in college.
Suddenly, Lester noticed Malfoy writing furiously beside him and asked hesitantly, "Malfoy, what are you doing?"
As you can see, the notes are densely filled with Snape's classroom instructions.
Malfoy: "..."
Malfoy blushed and stammered, "I feel the professor is right, so I plan to write it down."
He wouldn't tell Lester that he saw Hermione writing furiously and subconsciously copied it down; even Draco him has his pride, you know.
Lester looked at Malfoy with some suspicion. Something was wrong!
Previously, this Draco, immature student always boasted about taking pride in disobeying school rules, so why is he now voluntarily taking notes?
Lester stared at Malfoy with some suspicion for a few minutes, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Snape's indifferent voice.
"Lester Bide Draco Malfoy were whispering in class. Slytherin, deduct 10 points."
Lester: "???"
The professor has gone mad?! He's killing even his own Slytherin teammates?!