The Psychic Wizard of Hogwarts

In the early morning, Dral sat alone at the long table in the auditorium. Because of what happened in the Slytherin lounge the night before, he was the only one within a radius of five meters enjoying his breakfast leisurely. The other little snakes Occasionally he would raise his head to look at him.

He gently rubbed the pages in his hand with his left hand, enjoying the feeling of the words sliding over his fingers. He held the juice while flipping through the book in his hand, his eyes fixed on the words and patterns on the book.

Kris stared at Delal with her round eyes. Seeing how absorbed he was, she pondered for a moment and finally gave up the idea of ​​disturbing him. She shook her head helplessly and sat on the table, licking the breakfast in front of her. " Wow” It’s so delicious.

The early morning time passed slowly without realizing it. The students who were sitting around the long table in the auditorium finished their breakfast one after another, and then walked in twos and threes to the classroom where classes were about to take place.

"Dral!" Dak rushed in from outside the auditorium, shouting Dral's name and rushing towards him.

Dral, who was immersed in the book, heard the call and his ears twitched slightly.

He pulled his eyes out from the book, looked at Chris who was looking up at him, and smiled helplessly at her.

With a loud "bang", Dark placed the book in his arms heavily in Delal's hand.

He raised his head and glanced at Dak, who had messy hair. "Dak, you're in such a hurry, what's the matter?"

Dak chuckled, "It's okay, I just came to teach you."

"Oh" Delal responded to Duck, then he picked up the cup on the table without haste, drank all the juice in the cup, closed the book in his hand, stood up and faced the person who was still enjoying breakfast. Chrissy said.

"Chris, then Dak and I are going to class. Is it okay for you to move around freely?"

He stopped his movements, looked at Dak and responded softly to Dral.

"Then let's go." After saying that, she pulled Duck and turned around and walked out of the auditorium. Behind her, Chris sat upright and looked at the two people leaving, wagging her tail and walking slowly "Meow".

The two came to the hall and walked through the stairs toward the underground of Hogwarts. They hurriedly and slowly finally sat in the Potions classroom before class. Delal raised his head and looked at the room. classroom.

A classroom built under the castle is not particularly large, but it is more than enough to accommodate more than 20 students. The walls are filled with various glass jars soaked with animal specimens. To the left of Delal, there are A storage cabinet that holds various ingredients that students may use when making potions.

There was a blackboard placed directly in front of his sight. Delal opened the "Magic Potions and Potions" in his hand and placed it on the desk. He sat down and picked up a quill to sketch out his questions.

Seeing Dral who was trapped in his own world again, Dak turned around and started communicating with other little snakes.

Just as the whole room was filled with the happy chatter of children, the classroom door was forcefully opened.

There was a loud bang, and Professor Snape was seen swinging his dark robes and striding quickly from outside the classroom to the podium.

The voices of the children who were communicating suddenly stopped due to the sudden appearance of the professor, and the classroom became quiet.

Professor Snape stood quietly on the podium, hugging his arms, staring at the students under the podium with deep eyes. After waiting for a while, he picked up the roster and started to call the names. When Dral Su was called, Tran's voice paused, then he looked away from the roster, raised his head slightly and glanced at Dral under the podium, and then continued what he had just done.

Dral, who was sitting in the audience, saw Snape's eyes looking at him. His eyes flickered and he nodded slightly towards the professor, feeling a little unsure of what he meant.

After the roll call was completed, the professor's reserved and nonchalant voice slowly sounded in the classroom.

"You are here to study this precise and demanding discipline."

After a pause, he continued. "Since this doesn't require you to stupidly wave your wand, I know there will be many people who think this is not a product of magic."

"So I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the white smoke that rises after the flickering flame heats the crucible, and the wonderful smell that wafts out."

"They also don't understand the thrilling and confusing feeling caused when these mysterious liquids flow into people's bodies."

"But I can teach you how to improve your reputation, create wealth, create glory and even prevent death."

"What I want to explain now is that you guys in front of me are not the kind of fools I often encounter. Otherwise, I think you are not worthy of my wisdom and energy."

After the words fell, the originally quiet classroom became even quieter. Some students did not even dare to breathe loudly.

"Well, now, everyone, please open the textbook in your hands, Chapter 1, page one."

"Follow me, I won't stay here waiting for you."

After Professor Snape finished speaking, the whole room remembered the noisy sound of turning books. After a while of restlessness, everyone stared closely at the professor on the podium, and Snape's emotionless face showed a slight sneer. There was a hint of mockery in his eyes.

"From your actions just now, I already know how many people are not worthy of my efforts."

"Those people, please wish yourselves good luck next time. I hope you can get passing grades from me when you graduate."

After speaking, he turned around and started writing on the blackboard. Dark looked at the professor who turned around on the podium, turned his head and said softly to Dral.

"Professor is so scary..." Before he could finish his words, a piece of chalk flew from the podium towards the two of them. Whether it was intentional or unintentional, the piece of chalk did not hit Duck, but flew to Dral. In front of him, it fell on his desk.

The professor, who turned his back to everyone, turned around and swung his robe, walked quickly to the two people's desks, and looked down at Delal, one of the two, with his frightening eyes.

Dral met Snape's eyes and responded directly.

"I suppose Mr. Dral Sutherland may, perhaps, not need my teaching, right?"

Dral felt the coldness around Snape and understood secretly, "It seems that what happened yesterday still offended the man in front of me." He smiled helplessly in his heart and spoke softly.

"There is no professor. I consider your teaching to be my greatest honor."

Snape was not relieved by his answer, and a stiff sneer appeared on his face.

"Did I ask you to answer? Suitland."

Just as he was about to open his lips to respond to Snape's question, before he could speak, a cold voice came from above his head.

“A potion that needs to be heated for five seconds in Magic Potions and Potions?”

"A common antidote, Professor."

"A potion that requires a unicorn horn"

"It's still an ordinary antidote, Professor."

"Stir clockwise for 2 turns."

"A common antidote, Professor."

Snape pulled a chair from the side, leaned in front of the table with a bang, sat down slowly, crossed his arms and stared at Dral closely.

"What kind of potion is made of Flobber caterpillar slime?"

With a smile on his face, Delal answered confidently.

"Professor, it's a sleeping potion."

"Need a few drops of slime."

"Two drops."

The conversation between the two ended abruptly, and Snape looked quietly at the smiling boy in front of him.

"It seems that you are not the kind of student I mentioned, are you, Mr. Suitland?"

"Of course, Professor." Dral whispered towards Snape implicitly.

Snape, who was sitting, suddenly stood up and said loudly to everyone, "So, why don't you just record what you just said? Do you still need to wait for me to tell you to record it?"

The sound of quills being fumbled around was recalled, followed by the rustle of quills writing on parchment. Snape looked at the students around them who were hunched over their desks taking notes, and walked up to the podium as he spoke.

Turning around, an indifferent voice came: "Five points to Slytherin for Mr. Sutherland's perfect answer."

"Now, let's get on with it."