Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 189 Malfoy: My hair!

As Professor Snape ended the theoretical part, the students all took action to avoid offending Professor Snape who was in a bad mood.

Harry, who was sitting in the front row, rummaged through the potion base ingredients in his bag, while Hermione set up the cauldron.

The two are old partners in various classes. Unless the professor divides into groups, the two will cooperate to complete the task.

Their tacit understanding is very high.

But Professor Snape slowly walked to the two of them and said in a relatively soft and normal tone:

"Miss Granger, I think with your talent, you can complete this potion on your own."

"Always following Harley is a waste of your talent and it also limits your progress."

"As for Harley, the difficulty of the shrinking potion is too low for you."

"In this class, I need you to think about some additional questions. Why can you add leech blood when adding too much mouse bile, but problems will arise when using toad blood..."

Professor Snape quickly made a few points, then paced away.

Soon, Professor Snape's slow and deep voice sounded from the back of the classroom:

"Mr. Longbottom, does your family sell crucibles? Otherwise, how could it withstand your squandering?"

"Miss Slaston, do you want to develop into the entertainment industry like your uncle Orsino Slaston, and use potions to play your own symphony?"

"Otherwise, why is the sound of cutting daisy roots so rhythmic, but the cut daisy roots look like they were chewed out by a dog!"

……

"Professor Snape is in a really bad mood today, even worse than usual." Harry went to take out his cauldron from the cabinet and whispered to Hermione while lighting the fire.

Hermione nodded in agreement, with a bit of worry on her face: "Professor Snape is much more angry than usual. It seems that Gryffindor will lose points again today."

"But this is normal. After all, at the opening dinner, the way he looked at Professor Lupine made him want to kill him."

"Although I don't know what happened between the two professors, but between them, hehe hehe..."

"Under such circumstances, it's strange that Professor Snape is in a good mood!"

Harley shook her head and stopped talking. She was also aware of this problem, but pretended to be confused.

With Professor Snape on one side, who taught her so much, and dear Uncle Remus on the other, Harry felt that she should pretend to be blind for once.

……

When Gryffindor and Slytherin were halfway through class, Malfoy strutted into the underground classroom with his right arm still wrapped in a bandage.

However, Professor Snape didn't even look at him, he just waved his hand and asked him to find a place to sit down.

Malfoy smiled playfully and moved his cauldron to the last row, next to Ron and Neville's cauldrons.

Soon, Malfoy's voice sounded from the back of the classroom: "Sir, I need someone to help me cut the roots of all these daisies, because my arms..."

Although Professor Snape was in a bad mood, he waved in agreement every time.

After walking around the classroom and venting his anger, Professor Snape slowly returned to the first row and stood next to Harry.

Now, Malfoy no longer asked Professor Snape to order Ron and Neville to do work for him.

After all, he couldn't influence Professor Snape to teach that nasty Potter, which was what he liked to see the most.

While Malfoy was boiling the potion, he quietly moved toward the front row, causing him to ignore certain things around him.

I don't know if Neville has been with Seamus for too long, but Neville has learned some of Seamus' traits.

When Neville reached the third to last step and started adding daisy roots to the cauldron and stirring, an accident happened.

The crucible exploded!

The moment he heard the "bang" sound from the crucible, Neville ducked directly under the table.

After staying with Seamus for so long, no matter how silly a child is, he has learned how to protect himself.

The people sitting around were all Gryffindor boys. Everyone was accustomed to this, and it could even be said that they had developed a muscle reaction. They turned off the engine and dived under the table at the same time.

Seamus even muttered "It's strange, my potion hasn't exploded yet", but his movements were not slow at all.

Only Malfoy was still sitting there stupidly, being drenched by Neville's half-finished potion.

"Aww!" Malfoy yelled, with tears in his eyes, fell to the ground in pain, rolling wildly.

And something more terrifying has happened. When many potions fail to be brewed, they may have similar effects to those when they are successfully brewed, but they are not as stable.

The pot of shrinking potion prepared by Neville and Ron together failed, but it also had a certain effect.

For example...let some parts of the body return to the state they had when they were young.

All the little wizards who stretched their heads to look at Malfoy after making sure they were safe clearly discovered that Malfoy's platinum-blonde hair... had all retracted into his head!

Malfoy entered his grandfather's state ahead of schedule, and at the same time achieved the iconic achievement of middle-aged and elderly British wizards - bald!

Many girls shrank their heads in horror, and looked at Neville and Ron with fear in their eyes.

Fortunately, the previous explosion was far enough away from him and didn't hit his head.

Otherwise, think of the possible scenarios... I might as well kill them!

When Professor Snape hurried over and temporarily stabilized Malfoy's burns, Malfoy ignored the pain and forgot to pretend to be disabled.

He clasped his head in both hands in horror, touching his round head like a hard-boiled egg, and let out a more miserable scream than before.

"My hair!"

Then he passed out directly.

Professor Snape glared at Neville fiercely: "You will continue to be with Seamus from now on and sit in the seat prescribed by me!"

"Everyone, extinguish the crucible and stay where you are, lest you do anything stupid again!"

Then, Professor Snape waved his wand, Malfoy floated behind, and the two quickly rushed towards the school hospital.

Naturally, the Gryffindors would not miss this great opportunity and began to laugh crazily at Malfoy's stupidity.

The Slytherins sneered at each other. Although they were not very confident, they could not be timid in terms of momentum.

If the bell hadn't rang in time and Professor Snape remotely controlled magic to issue the end of get out of class order on the blackboard, there might have been another fight in the classroom.

……

During lunch, Malfoy's bald head had spread throughout the school.

Many young wizards were trying to get details from the onlookers and wondering whether Malfoy could get his hair back.

think about it! It would be really comical if Malfoy's reasonably handsome face lost his platinum blond hair and was left with only a reflective hard-boiled egg.

Please forgive us Merlin, but it's really funny!