Professor, Malfoy Wants to Sit Up Front

Snape's face was frosty, his eyebrows raised as he glared at Lester and Malfoy in the audience.

Malfoy was someone he knew was tall and didn't think would talk nonsense in class just to show off.

The problem must lie with Lester.

However, today is not the time to punish Lester, because the main event today is none other than the famous Harry Potter.

Of course, before class, Snape needed to explain the allure of Potions to his students.

"You've come here to learn the precise science and rigorous process of Potions- making... but there's one condition: you can't be the kind of idiots I often encounter."

After finishing his story, Snape seemed to want to say more.

He only follows this one pretentious routine in class; if he doesn't finish the pretentious act properly, he won't feel comfortable teaching.

"And more importantly," Snape suddenly realized something, his face turning serious as he spoke each word carefully, "Potions making is a noble art, and I don't want you to end up with substandard Potions that harm people in the market because you haven't mastered them."

"Those people are utter scum, degenerates, a million times more disgusting than nauseating slugs!" Professor Snape's face contorted with rage, growing increasingly agitated as he spoke. "They're devils from hell! These scum are utterly unfit to brew Potions!"

After venting his frustrations, Professor Snape concluded, "Please don't buy any of the Potions Knockturn Alley lately. I don't want any of you here to turn into unknown monsters the next day."

No problem, Professor Snape is Professor Snape, even his ways of caring for his students are so peculiar.

Ron Weasley muttered under his breath, "Damn it, I was saving up to buy a bottle of soda in Knockturn Alley."

Fortunately, Professor Snape didn't hear it, or Ron Weasley would probably be in big trouble.

Seeing that all the students in the professor's room had remembered his words, Professor Snape began the long-awaited bullying session with Harry.

"Potter, I'm asking you, what would I get if I added Powdered Asphodel Root to Wormwood Infusion?"

Harry had just arrived at Hogwarts and had been spending his time eating, drinking, and having fun with Ron Weasley, so he had no idea about any of this.

"I don't know, sir!" Harry said with a pained expression.

Professor Snape pressed on, coldly stating, "Let's try again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a Bezoar, where would you find it?"

Harry: "..."

"Potter, then tell me, what's the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Snape said coldly. "I suppose you haven't opened a single book before school started, have you, Potter?"

Snape was getting angry. Back in the day, Lily was Potions prodigy, but look at the Potter Family's sons now—what kind of trash are they? They've practically tarnished Lily's talent.

Not only was Snape angry, but Harry was also very dissatisfied.

For someone as great as him, the Chosen One, his life took a complete 180-degree turn after he followed Hagrid into the Wizarding World.

Before, in the Muggle World, everyone looked down on him and bullied him, but in the Wizarding World, he was the most powerful.

Everyone would cheer for him, everyone would rejoice for him, and everyone would be honored to speak with him.

Although Harry didn't seem to care on the surface, he was actually quite pleased inside.

This gradually made Harry develop a temper, just like the old saying goes, with power comes temper.

Harry, living under someone else's roof, dared not show his temper, but why couldn't the Chosen One Harry have a temper?

"I don't know!" Harry said matter-of-factly. "But I think Hermione's been raising her hand the whole time, must know the answer. If you can see her, why don't you ask her?"

Several Gryffindor students burst out laughing. No wonder they were the Gryffindor; they were certainly bold.

In the back row, Lester silently shook his head.

Those Gryffindor wizards are really something else. Are they supporting Harry or sabotaging Harry? After laughing, won't they just make Snape resent Harry even more?

Just as Lester picked up his pen, preparing to write down Snape's notes after he revealed the answer, Snape suddenly attacked him.

"Lester, what will I get if I add Powdered Asphodel Root to Wormwood Infusion?"

Lester: "..."

Lester glanced at Snape with some surprise, then smiled. "Sorry," he thought, "He actually knows the answers to these questions."

"Asphodel Root powder and mugwort can be combined to make a very potent sleeping pill, known as ' Draught of Living Death '."

Lester said calmly, "Bezoar are stones taken from the stomachs of goats; they have extremely strong detoxifying properties."

Although he didn't know why Snape was suddenly causing him trouble, since Snape had come looking for him, he had to put on a show.

"As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant, and are collectively called Aconite *."

Before Professor Snape could ask any questions, Lester answered them all in a flash and with great efficiency.

With his head held high in a smug, arrogant air, Lester looked down on everyone.

His underlings played along perfectly, exclaiming in surprise and adding to the atmosphere of Lester's swagger.

Professor Snape immediately frowned and said coldly, "Answering the professor's questions in class is disrespectful; Slytherin will lose 1 point."

Lester: "..."

Professor Snape then gave the class a cold look, especially at the Slytherin who had exclaimed in surprise.

"What are you standing there for? Do you think your pen will automatically record knowledge for you?"

The classroom was immediately filled with the sound of everyone writing furiously.

Malfoy, in particular, remembers being quite enthusiastic, and even glancing up from ahead every now and then while taking notes.

Lester noticed Malfoy's unusual behavior and asked curiously, "There are no words on the blackboard, so why are you always looking ahead?"

Malfoy's face flushed again, and he stammered, "I... I'm used to doing this, is that wrong?"

Lester gave Malfoy a disdainful look, and followed Malfoy's gaze, wanting to see what could possibly be so captivating to the Draco.

As a result, he saw the backs of several Gryffindor wizards and then met Snape's indifferent gaze.

Snape frowned and said coldly, "Mr. Bide, is there a problem?"

Lester quickly raised his hand and said loudly, "Professor, I do have some questions."

The loud noise attracted a lot of attention. Snape's face darkened, and he asked, "What's the problem?"

Lester cleared his throat, pointed to Malfoy who was writing furiously beside him, and said loudly, "Professor, Malfoy says his eyesight is bad and he wants to sit in the front row!"

As he spoke, Lester pointed specifically to the direction Malfoy often glanced at.