Who the Hell Stole My Potions!

The lesson gave everyone a deeper understanding of Professor McGonagall, especially her witty and thought-provoking quotes.

William decided to record it, turn the line "At your age, you can still sleep!" into a bizarre and magical alarm clock, and then sell it.

Any student who hears this will immediately wake up and then start smearing filth on the wall.

As is Hogwarts tradition, the first day of school always sees some surprising and outrageous events.

This time was no exception.

Around noon, a shocking piece of news began to spread like wildfire across campus:

Neville has delivered a death sentence to Professor Snape!

Hogwarts is a haven for rumors; often, a small detail can lead to outrageous gossip.

For example, last year there were outrageous rumors that Professor Snape was Werewolf, an inside man of Black's... and so on.

So, this sounds absurd, like it might be fake. But unfortunately, it's actually true this time.

Neville said to Professor Snape in Potions Class:

Be careful! Next time you're brewing Potions, watch your cauldron... don't let it explode!

This is a chilling warning.

Everyone was stunned, even the Gryffindor students were shocked. They never expected that Neville, who was always so honest, would say such a thing.

Sure enough, when an honest person is pushed to the limit, they'll do anything.

If it were just this one sentence, everyone could understand. Perhaps it really is Neville showing concern for our lovely and charming Stafford?

Unexpectedly, right there in class, Neville melted three crucibles and caused them to explode twice.

Snape was so angry that his hair became greasy, and his hairline receded by a millimeter.

Only because he had experienced the Marietta incident back then, and was therefore battle-hardened, did he not fall victim to the explosion of the crucible.

Otherwise, he would be lying in the Hospital Wing now, being mocked by Madam Pomfrey.

After class, Neville, looking dejected, went to find William.

"That's what Percy said. He said the crucibles from abroad aren't thick enough, so they're very easy to explode."

I was just concerned about Professor Snape and wanted to warn him to be careful.

Neville was only showing a little concern.

But when you combine that statement with the incident of the barrel exploding, it's no joke.

So Professor Snape punished him without hesitation by making him stay at school to do manual labor, gutting a large bucket of horned toads.

But I can only use my hands!

If it happens again, I'll just use my mouth.

The students all knew that Professor Snape was in a bad mood. Everyone behaved themselves well during the afternoon class.

Professor Moody also appeared out of nowhere, loitering near the entrance to the underground classroom.

Snape seemed particularly wary of Mad-Eye, clearly avoiding his gaze.

Whether it's the magical eye or the normal eye.

The students whispered among themselves, recalling how, back in their first year, Professor Snape had been imprisoned twice by the Ministry of Magic in Azkaban.

Back then, Moody was still Auror. Perhaps something special happened between the two of them.

Is it torture to extract confessions, or a prison school...? These are two completely different concepts.

"Quiet," Snape said coldly.

He slammed the classroom door shut behind him, blocking Moody outside.

He didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all; as soon as the door closed, the whole class fell silent, and all their fidgeting stopped.

"Before we begin our lessons today," Snape said, striding quickly to the podium and looking sternly at them.

"I think I need to remind you that you will be taking an important exam next June."

"Then you will prove to yourselves how much knowledge of Potions you have learned from me."

Although some students in this class are indeed intellectually slow, as stupid as Troll... even I can't teach them well.

But I still hope everyone can barely "pass" the O. W. Ls exam, otherwise I'll be... very angry.

As the professor with the highest student pass rate in the O. W. L. exams for six consecutive years, Snape had this much confidence.

That's right, despite Professor Snape's appearance, he was, in fact, one of Hogwarts ' "excellent young teachers."

She's completely different from Trelawney, who... has the second-lowest passing rate among all the slackers.

As for who's number one... it's definitely Professor Burbage from Muggle Studies.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to attend my classes," Snape continued.

"I only select the best students for my S-class Potions... and those obviously stupid ones must say goodbye."

Everyone held their breath.

Snape scoffed, "It's not that I don't want to teach, but some people's intellect is simply insufficient to sustain them in continuing to dabble in the wondrous realm of Potions."

The students all straightened their backs, seemingly trying to show that they weren't "someone" in this situation.

After Professor Snape finished his taunts, he began to teach the process of making the Draught of Peace.

William had prepared this Potions during the first-year time loop.

Draught of Peace can soothe and calm anxious emotions, allowing one to completely calm down. This "wise man's mode" is very beneficial for learning.

However, if the ingredients are added carelessly, the person taking the medication may fall into a deep, unconscious state.

Therefore, Professor Snape required that at the end of the class, all students should taste a small drop of his own Potions.

This suggestion made everyone more focused and cautious.

It's okay to be asleep, the real problem is poisoning myself.

"The ingredients and preparation method are on the blackboard." Snape waved his wand. "Everything you need is in the cupboard."

Everyone lined up and obediently got up to get the Potions.

Professor Snape squinted, staring at the crack in the door. Moody was still there; with his Mystic Eyes, he could see through the door.

William went to the locker and found it full of materials. There were also many Snargaluff and pods, all wrinkled from being soaked in water.

These were clearly Professor Sprout's little darlings, "picked up" by Snape and placed in the storeroom.

Since there's so much of it, and it belongs to Professor Sprout, it wouldn't be a big deal for William to take some... right?

Besides, he didn't take many... only a few dozen plants.

Autumn followed suit and took it too, placing it in the ring with the Undetectable Extension Charm.

Marietta also took it...

When the eaglets closed the storage room door, wow... the entire floor was now empty.

Professor Snape, however, didn't see this and was still watching Moody from afar, engaging in a head-on confrontation with him through the crack.

The two engaged in a hard-fought battle.

An hour later, a faint, silvery-white steam rose from William's cauldron. He had finished brewing his Potions.

Professor Snape glanced at it briefly and then left without saying a word.

In McGonagall's words: This kind of student shouldn't be in the classroom; it affects the mindset of other students.

In Qiu's crucible, puffs of dark gray gas were rising, carrying a strong smell of rotten eggs.

If you drink this stuff, you'll either be poisoned or you'll die from the stench.

Autumn looked at her friend for help, and William glanced at Snape's back before quickly waving his wand.

Her crucible automatically began to stir counterclockwise, and then the Hellebore Syrup from the test tube slowly dripped into it.

The rotten egg smell is gone, and its color is starting to change.

But Marietta's situation was not so good; her crucible was glowing green and making a hissing sound, as if it were about to explode from overheating.

Everyone knows... the crucible is about to explode.

William waved his wand, freezing the entire cauldron.

Snape approached, a terrible sneer on his face, and said with a laugh, "Stark used magic... Ravenclaw, deduct five points!"

He brandished his wand and said, "Evanesco."

Marietta's potion vanished in an instant, leaving her standing dumbfounded beside an empty cauldron.

"Why didn't you help your classmate? Stark, deduct five more points!"

William: "..."

"Come to my office for tutoring on Saturday!"

Professor Snape snapped angrily at Marietta, "I'll give you private lessons!"

Doesn't this lower the pass rate for excellent teachers?

Professor McGonagall tries to surpass him every year!

Since the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup were discontinued, this was one of the few places where Snape could mock Gryffindor.

Be careful... We absolutely need an unprecedented seven-game winning streak this year.

After class, all the students left the classroom.

Ravenclaw students walk especially fast.

After an unknown amount of time, a roar suddenly came from the underground classroom.

Professor Snape was horrified to discover that the herbs he had spent most of the night gathering were gone.

Which heartless bastard stole it?!

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