In Potions class, Snape was teaching how to make an antidote to a powerful wizard poison.
Some of Durmstrang's students were sitting on pins and needles with nervous expressions, wishing to write down every word Snape said. Others were staring at the ceiling with their eyes blankly, no longer aware of their wandering mind. Where did it go.
In order to prevent cheating at Hogwarts and better monitor every move of the two warriors at Hogwarts, Karkaroff took the initiative to send all students except Victor to the fourth grade.
When he wanted to go from sixth grade to fourth grade, there would be no pressure on his studies. Who would have thought that the fourth grade at Hogwarts would be so abnormal. The learning progress would far exceed the sixth grade level.
The result is that they can no longer keep up with the progress. Just imagine, a group of students who believe in happy teaching suddenly come to Haidian and Huanggang and study with the students there, do questions and take exams together.
Oh my god, my scalp is numb.
Even if I wrote it all down word for word, I still wouldn't be able to understand what Snape was talking about.
There was no way to adapt, and many Durmstrang students chose to give up.
Snape didn't bother to care about them. After all, they were not his students. Whether they were good or bad had nothing to do with him.
Ron lay on the table helplessly: "Can't the school get some normal food?"
Ever since he experienced the smell of canned herring with Dudley and the others that day, Ron hadn't eaten much during this time.
Nothing he ate tasted good, and he had no appetite at all. His mind was filled with the smell of canned food. Even his favorite chicken drumsticks were placed in front of him at noon today and he was indifferent.
Well, the main reason is that in order to cater to Beauxbatons' taste, today's chicken drumsticks are sweet, with a thick layer of jam and sugar sprinkled on top.
Sweet chicken drumsticks, are they for people to eat? This is the greatest disrespect to chicken legs.
As expected, Ron was lying on the table and was discovered by Snape.
"Wetherby, if you want to sleep, get out and sleep."
Come on, now not only the name, but also the last name is wrong.
But Ron didn't care.
As a pure foodie, if you don’t even care about eating, then what else is there to be afraid of?
Mr. Ronald is fearless.
Suddenly, a strange fragrance penetrated Ron's nose. It was a fragrance he had never smelled before. At that moment, he suddenly became energetic and suddenly raised his head and looked around.
'Someone cooking something in Potions? ! '
Soon, the peculiar fragrance became stronger and stronger, permeating the entire classroom. Not only Ron, but also everyone else could smell it.
Snape's face was gloomy, as black as if it were covered with ink.
Apparently he smelled it too.
It was so audacious for someone to cook and eat in his class.
Did you take him as the Potions Professor seriously?
He wanted to see who dared to be so bold. He must let him taste the poison of the antidote taught today.
Did he really think Snape had a good temper?
Immediately, sharp eyes swept across Durmstrang's position, scaring the group of young wizards to shrink back desperately for fear of being stared at by Snape.
No, it's not them
Snape, who found nothing, withdrew his gaze regretfully.
If it's not an external school, it's Hogwarts.
Starting with the most daring Gryffindor.
But it still didn't matter.
Snape frowned. If it wasn't Gryffindor, it could only be Slytherin (Gryffindor and Slytherin were bound to the Potions class).
Following the scent, his eyes fell on Dudley's seat in the front row of Slytherin.
Dudley's cauldron was steaming, and Snape watched him throw a handful of coriander from the dicotyledonous plant family Apiaceae into the cauldron.
"Mr. Dursley, I think you'd better explain to me why you cook in my class."
Snape looked very angry. Although his tone was calm, there was unimaginable killing intent in his eyes, and he directly called Dudley by his last name.
Dudley did have the privilege of doing other things in Potions class, but that wasn't the reason why he cooked food in Potions class.
Who gave him the courage? !
Even as Snape's proud disciple, if he didn't give a reasonable excuse, Snape would give him a good look.
The little wizards around him shrank back unconsciously. They didn't want to be affected. It would be better for Dudley to bear Snape's anger alone.
"Professor Snape." Dudley raised his head, threw all the chopped onions into the cauldron, and looked at Snape seriously: "I'm brewing the potion."
"What are you talking about?"
As if he didn't hear clearly, Snape's voice rose several decibels higher, and his tone became more and more dangerous: "Repeat what you just said."
"I'm brewing the potion, Professor." Dudley repeated again, looking at him without fear.
Snape almost laughed angrily when he saw his three steps turn into two steps before Dudley, looking at the potatoes, cabbage and white and tender tofu pieces tumbling in the cauldron, his face looked extremely ugly.
You call this a magic potion?
What is this if not a one-pot dish? Or a pot of clear soup dish!
He didn't know why Dudley did what he did, but he knew he was angry, very angry.
Don’t think that just because you have outstanding talent
Just when Snape was about to get angry, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.
"Professor Snape!"
A junior wizard stood at the door.
"What's the matter?" Snape turned to look at him impatiently, his gloomy look almost making the little wizard cry.
"Excuse me, sir, I need to take Mr. Potter and Mr. Dursley upstairs." He said very awkwardly: "Mr. Bagman wants them to go there. All the warriors want to go. It seems there is something important." Need to explain."
"Very good, very good, very good." Snape squinted at Dudley and said sternly: "Dursley, Potter, you two disappear from my eyes, immediately!"
"Professor, I know you may have some misunderstandings, but"
Dudley filled a bowl of fragrant soup and placed it in front of Snape: "This is really a magic potion."
After that, he didn't explain much, and took Harry to follow the little wizard who announced and disappeared outside the door of the Potions classroom.
Seeing Dudley leave, Snape hesitated for a while, then gently picked up the bowl of soup, put it under his nose and smelled it carefully.
Soon his expression changed slightly, and he quickly started stirring with the spoon in the crucible. When he lifted the spoon, he saw a special material in the center of the spoon.
It is the key ingredient of the antidote he talks about in this lesson.
At this point, Snape's face looked slightly better.
He glanced thoughtfully at the place where Dudley disappeared.
'I'm only in fourth grade, and I've already found my own way, even though I'm not very mature yet.'
(End of chapter)
