People are in Hogwarts, start summoning Tailu beast

"Potter, how do you know this?" Snape stared at Harry Potter and began to think about the history of the Potter family.

Lily was born into a Muggle family, so that didn't matter, but the Potter family had never heard of anyone who was a born Legilimency master for dozens of generations.

Besides, with my own "Occlumency", even a master of Legilimency can't read my thoughts!

"Professor, this is what you just taught me!" Harry Potter picked up the parchment on the table: "And about my mother's death. He died at the hands of a mysterious man."

"You don't have to feel so guilty!"

"It may be a short-term amnesia caused by too much psychological pressure. You need to take a good rest!"

Snape: "????"

After glancing at the notes on Harry Potter's parchment, and then casually glancing at the notes on the parchments of other young wizards next to him, the old bat was completely doubtful about life.

What the hell!

Could it be that I really have amnesia?

And what the hell is that about Lily's death?Did I even tell this kid?

wrong!

Snape suddenly sniffed and smelled a unique smell remaining in the classroom.

Although the smell was very weak, as a Potions Master, Snape immediately recognized the source of the smell!

Polyjuice Potion!

"Carl McGonagall!"

The old arrogant man couldn't stand it after being exposed. He followed the smell and found Karl, whose facial muscles were so distorted that he was almost cramping because he was suppressing a smile.

"I will detain you for pretending to be a professor and teasing your classmates..."

Snape was originally furious and wanted to deduct [-] points from Carl directly, but when he saw the green scarf around Carl's neck, he couldn't speak in the middle of the sentence.

For Snape, there are only two obsessions in this life.

One is Lily who is already married!

Another one is Slytherin’s Glory College Cup!

Wouldn't deducting points from this kid be equivalent to ruining Slytherin's record of winning the House Cup for six consecutive years?

How did this bad, oozing boy get sorted into Slytherin?

Thinking of this, Snape was so angry that his eyes turned red, but there was nothing he could do about Carl!

Also with red eyes was Draco Malfoy.

Now, no matter how stupid he is, he can figure out that the professor who came in just now and was intimate with him was him pretending to be?

Did you call him father several times?

……

"Humph, this matter is not over!" Snape left a sentence with a livid face, and returned to the podium: "Let the class begin now!"

This lesson was about how to prepare a simple potion to treat scabies. After Snape explained the steps on the podium, he asked them to prepare it in pairs.

Originally, for Gryffindors, Potions class was a hellish level of difficulty. Thanks to Carl, Snape, who had nowhere to vent his anger, directly changed the hell level of difficulty to a nightmare level!

Almost every Gryffindor cub's cauldron exploded more than once.

Especially Neville, who somehow burned Seamus' hot pot into a crooked piece. The potion in the pot spilled onto the stone floor and burned holes in the students' shoes.

Within seconds, the whole class was standing on the stools. When the pot was knocked over, Neville was soaked in the potion. At this time, his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, which made him scream in pain.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion on the ground: "I think you put the porcupine quills in the pot without taking it off the fire, right?"

Neville sobbed and cried, and scabies suddenly appeared on his nose.

"Get him up to the hospital ward," Snape snapped at Seamus.

Not to mention the little lions of Gryffindor, even the little snakes of Slytherin found this Potions class too difficult.

The dean of his house was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, and even the students in his own college were reprimanded one after another. This was something that had never happened before.

Only Karl folded his hands leisurely on his chest, crossed his legs and watched the Dilu beast beside him carefully brewing the "scabies potion".

For Dilumon, a quasi-potion master who has been able to brew a magical elixir independently, this scabies potion is not too simple.

When Snape came over for inspection, his face turned dark when he saw this scene!

Dilumon is his favorite disciple, and he is deeply respected by him. Even he can't find any fault with Dilumon in this entry-level potion.

After watching for a while, Snape had no choice but to point the gun at Carl.

"Carl!" Every word Snape said to Carl seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Do you think you don't need to learn potions because of the Dilu beast?"

"Do you think Dilumon can always be with you?"

"I mean the inseparable kind?"

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean!" Karl raised his head and looked at the old bat with an innocent face, whose face was gloomy and dripping.

"What if one day the Dilu beast happens to be away from you and you are in urgent need of potions?" Snape squinted his eyes and made up his mind to find trouble with Carl.

"In this case..." Karl pondered for a moment, then turned to Dilumon and said: "Dilmon, you go out first!"

"Okay!" After hearing this, Dilumon directly took the crucible off the flame without asking why, temporarily stopped refining the potion and walked out of the potion classroom.

"Fox, go help me bring back the Dilumon!"

After Dilumon walked out, Karl snapped his fingers at Fox on his shoulder.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

After two crisp sounds, Dilumon, who had just left the classroom, returned to his position.

Snape; "..."

"Professor, do you have any questions now?" Carl raised his eyebrows and looked proudly at Snape, whose face was darker than before.

The latter swung his cloak and left without saying a word.

Mud, you have a phoenix, you are amazing!

After failing to find trouble, Snape directly vented his anger on the other students. The entire two potions classes were spent amidst the continuous explosion of cauldrons.

Even Draco Malfoy was not spared and was severely scolded by Snape for any reason.

After finally getting through to the end of get out of class, after attending classes all morning, the young wizards, who were starving and suffering from the mental blow of the old bat, immediately packed up their things and ran for their lives as soon as Snape announced that class was over. Ran out of the Potions classroom.

No one dared to touch the old bat's bad luck at this time. Only Carl packed his things leisurely and did not say anything. In the meantime, he also found a few excuses for Fox to apparate around the classroom with the Dilu beast.

After procrastinating for nearly 10 minutes, until Snape pulled out his wand out of the corner of his eyes in anger, he quickly picked up his small bag and ran away.