Draco leaned against the stone bench, watching the chaotic scene unfold, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
Are you going to start brewing medicine without teaching me?
What's a problem for others is just a formality for someone like me who has already memorized the entire Potions book.
Snape stood on the high platform, coldly watching everyone's panicked state, clearly very satisfied with the effect.
His gaze finally settled on Draco with a sinister glint, as if he were waiting to see him make a fool of himself as well.
But to everyone's surprise, Draco raised his hand again.
In an instant, the entire Potions cellar fell into a suffocating silence.
All the students turned to look at Draco, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear, admiration, and disbelief.
The Gryffindor' eyes lit up, a mixture of tension and excitement, as if they had seen their only hope.
Ron leaned close to Harry's ear and whispered excitedly, " Draco is truly Champion has repeatedly teetered on the brink of death..."
Harry wholeheartedly agreed and nodded vigorously, a sense of lingering fear washing over him.
If Draco hadn't been constantly targeting Snape, he would have been mentally broken long ago.
No one in Slytherin dared to make any sarcastic remarks anymore.
Everyone fell silent, feeling that Malfoy had gone completely mad, risking his life.
Snape's black robe billowed, and like a giant bat, he silently slid to Draco and Snape's table, his dark eyes fixed on them.
" Mr. Malfoy," Snape's voice was icy, "If you don't want to study, get out of here and stop disturbing the other students."
Draco said calmly and seriously, "No, Professor. I just wanted to ask... aren't you going to explain the precautions? The students could be in danger if they're not handled properly."
As soon as I finished speaking, everyone in Gryffindor looked at me with gratitude and admiration, as if I were their savior.
Even the Slytherin students secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as they were also afraid of making a mistake and causing trouble.
Snape suddenly waved his wand, and the recipe and steps for Cure for Boils instantly appeared on the blackboard.
However, his aura was so strong that most of the students were too frightened to move and lower their heads. Only Draco and Hermione were able to see what was inside.
"I assume..." Snape began softly.
"Your perfectly functioning eyes, besides being used to stare straight at empty air, should occasionally be lifted up to scan the center of authority in this classroom—me—and the blackboard directly opposite you."
Only then did the students dare to look up, all staring at the blackboard, and they were all stunned.
Ron muttered to himself, "Just now... there was definitely nothing up there..."
After all the students looked over, Snape shook his head and said:
"Ah, a student who cares about safety, very good! Since you are so keenly aware of potential dangers, I will give you a special task."
"When you and your partner are operating the system, you not only need to complete your own potion, but you are also responsible for supervising all the students around you."
"If any accident or mistake occurs within your 'overseeing scope,' I will consider it a serious dereliction of duty on your part."
"You will bear full responsibility and accept double the punishment."
He leaned slightly forward and said:
"Is that clear, Malfoy?"
The crowd reacted instantly, yet dared not utter a sound, only looking at Draco with pity.
Draco was the one who secured the recipe and precautions for everyone, but instead, Snape labeled him the "overseer of the entire group."
If someone makes a mistake, I'm made to take all the blame; this is blatant framing.
Hermione frowned deeply and unconsciously gripped Draco's sleeve.
She knew better than anyone that once she took on this task, Draco wouldn't even have a chance to catch his breath during the entire class.
I sat on the stone bench, outwardly calm, but inwardly I was screaming: This is it!
Other things aside, Seamus is practically a walking explosion machine in Potions Class; everything he brews explodes. Am I supposed to keep an eye on him?
This isn't regulation; it's making me clean up his messes and then take the blame and be punished for him!
Snape, that guy, never wastes a single moment of his scheming mind; he's clearly trying to kill me.
"Understood, Professor." Having no other choice, Draco could only grit his teeth and agree.
The young wizards all got to work, mixing Cure for Boils, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.
Neville was extremely careful, his hand holding the mortar trembling slightly.
He didn't want Snape to use his own mistake as leverage to blame Draco.
While adjusting the heat source beneath the crucible to stabilize the potion base, Draco gave a low, unspoken instruction without turning his head:
"Pass the instructions on to the next person, don't give him any chance to find fault."
Ron's eyes lit up. "No problem! This is so exciting! Luckily, I did some previewing this morning, otherwise I would have been completely lost."
His tone carried a hint of adventurous excitement.
"Now that everyone knows, pass it on quickly, and make sure nothing goes wrong," Draco instructed hastily.
Harry did as instructed immediately, then whispered the key points to the person next to him.
After finishing his own tasks, Ron immediately went to Neville and Olivia's side.
The key steps and taboos were carefully explained, and the two listened attentively before quickly relaying the information to Lavender and Parvati.
Just as Lavender and the others were about to continue passing the message down, a dark shadow silently descended.
Snape, like a drifting ghost, silently slid to the table in front of the two men.
Lavender and Parvati froze in fright, almost reflexively turning around and pretending to bend down to grind medicine, barely daring to breathe.
Snape leaned down and spoke in a chilling whisper:
"Did I hear... a self-appointed classroom assistant appear among us?"
Lavender and Parvati turned pale, their lips pressed tightly together, not daring to utter a single word in response.
Snape knew perfectly well that the two timid girls were the culprits.
His gaze turned cold and sharp, and with a flick of his black robe, he walked straight toward Draco.
He glanced at Harry's desk coldly as he passed by.
Harry's gaze, which had just been glancing sideways, was instantly averted. He hurriedly lowered his head to stare at the cauldron, pretending to be fully focused on mixing the potion, but his ears were secretly on edge.
The air in the entire cellar froze once again, as cold as ice.
Snape stopped in front of Draco's stone table, his black robes trailing down, half-encircling him in shadow.
Snape stared at the steadily churning liquid in the crucible for a long time before slowly speaking in his sinister and icy voice:
"Do you believe my teaching has such huge flaws that you need to correct them? Do you think your wisdom surpasses that of the professor in this classroom, or are you simply enjoying the feeling of being a show-off?"