HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

"Oh, why are you so clumsy? I can cut better than you with one hand."

"What are you talking about? A fig? It's so pitted that even Weasley's pet rat would be able to chew it."

"What are you doing?!" Lycoris approached the potions classroom and heard Malfoy's scream, "Who told you to put the cauldron on the fire!"

"Take your hand away, you idiot." Malfoy watched Neville Longbottom's operation, picked up the hawthorn wand and levitated the cauldron.

"The shrinking solution is heated after all the chemicals are put into the crucible, instead of being put in one by one during the heating process. With your operation process, it will explode!" Malfoy's voice was about to explode! The sound is broken.

It was really hard on him, and his conscience, which was as big as a raisin, suddenly felt a little painful.

He was already injured, but he still came to help teach the students, who were not smart enough.

Licoris opened the door and asked in a gentle voice, "President, do you need help?"

She deliberately didn't call him vice president to give him face, and just called him president in front of others.

The first-year students always thought that Senior Malfoy was the president of the Good Hungry Club and respected him very much.

Seeing Lycoris come in, Malfoy felt that his head was hurting, "Stand aside and wait until I finish teaching him before I say anything else."

Tutoring children to study is really a copy-paste scenario at all times and in all countries.

Lycoris waited beside her like an invisible person, watching Malfoy howling at the top of his lungs without any pure-blood elegance or grace.

This is wrong, that is wrong.

Neville Longbottom looked pitiful and aggrieved, and Lycoris really wanted to laugh.

But you must not laugh in this scene now. If you laugh so seriously, both people will stare at you.

It would be two hours later when Neville Longbottom was able to make the shrinking solution on his own.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy, for your help." Neville Longbottom held the shrinking solution he made, thanked Malfoy, and ran to Gryffindor.

He wanted to quickly complete his notes while his memory was clear enough.

Malfoy followed Lycoris to her office.

"Professor, drink some water." Lycoris brought Malfoy a cup of black tea and stirred it, fearing that it would burn her precious Potions teacher.

"What do you want from me?" Malfoy sat on the sofa and picked up the cup with his good hand.

Licolis took out the small spoon with a wink, and Malfoy took a sip of water with satisfaction.

The mellow aroma of black tea spreads in the mouth, and the dry throat is sufficiently moistened.

"Tell me." Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "What do you want to ask me for?"

There must be something wrong with her being so attentive.

Licoris shook her head, "I just came over to the Good Hungry Club to have a look, and then I heard you teaching others a lesson outside. I heard Pansy said you were teaching Neville Longbottom how to learn potions, so I came over to take a look. Look at you, I’m afraid you’re working too hard.”

"Why are you so talkative today?" Malfoy took another sip and looked up at her, "Do you know how hard I worked?"

"Of course I know you're working hard." Lycoris watched Malfoy put down the cup and rubbed his brow with one hand.

Licolis knows a saying: she killed pigs in her previous life, but teaches in this life.

Teaching is a difficult thing to do, and he still teaches Neville Longbottom and Potions.

Neville Longbottom's method of awakening his magic was rather crude, and was stimulated by being dropped from upstairs.

My grandmother is a strict and authoritarian type, and she was raised to be timid and prone to crying.

The most important thing is that wizard children will have memories very early and can remember things.

He saw Neville Longbottom's parents being tortured and driven crazy by Death Eaters. In order to protect him from the psychological impact of these memories, his grandmother may have cast an amnesia spell on him.

Licoris stood up and walked behind Malfoy. She reached out and pressed his shoulder, taking his hand off his forehead.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy really had a headache and his face was a little pale.

Neville Longbottom just couldn't understand such a simple operation process.

Each magic potion raw material has various processing methods, and in the magic potion potion of shrinking solution, only that kind of processing method is required.

After processing, put them all into the crucible. How could you not remember this process?

This is already very simple, just put them in together and heat them, and there is no requirement to even stir them.

"I'll rub it for you." Lycoris pressed Malfoy's temples with her slender fingers, rubbing them in circles.

Gryffindor boys' dormitory.

Although Malfoy has a bad temper, he did teach him how to make potions successfully.

Neville Longbottom thought he was awesome.

Malfoy was good at potions, although he was scarier than Professor Snape when he cursed.

Although the professor was fierce, he did not take action.

Malfoy's scolding attitude made him feel like he would press his head into a cauldron and rinse him in the next second.

Neville Longbottom placed the treasured potion shrinking solution he made on the bookcase, and took a notebook from the bookcase to record the potion-making techniques he learned today.

There is already a whole row of such potions on the bookcase.

Good Hunger Lounge.

Malfoy leaned on Lycoris's knees, and Lycoris sat on the sofa and rubbed his head.

"I know why you were so nice to me all of a sudden today," Malfoy opened his gray-blue eyes and looked at her, "Are you grateful that I taught that idiot Longbottom."

"Yes." Lycoris admitted readily, but Malfoy was stunned.

"Just like today.

“I can also make the perfect shrinking solution, but I can’t teach him the way you can.

"I might have taught him from the beginning, but he wouldn't be able to learn." Licoris laughed when she thought of that scene. "I would have been so angry that I would have pushed his head into the crucible."

"As expected, you don't like idiots," Malfoy raised his eyebrows, "Are you so bad-tempered that you want to beat him?"

"It sounds like you have a good temper and you're going to make him cry." Lycoris retorted.

"You are not suitable to teach," Malfoy suddenly said a conclusion, and then thought about it and came to another similar conclusion, "You are not suitable to teach children."

"You can't teach students, and you think students are stupid and will hit others. If you teach children, you will definitely hit them." Malfoy said sternly, "In the UK, it is illegal to hit children."

"Yes, yes, you can teach children," Lycoris curled her lips, "You can teach Neville Longbottom, and you can also teach students who you can't teach and children who can't teach?"

"That's who I am. I'm Malfoy, what can I not do?" Malfoy felt that she was praising him, and his light blond hair was shaking.

"It seems your headache is gone? Then get up." Licoris said.

Malfoy pressed Lycoris' hand that was about to be taken away, blinked at her, "It still hurts, rub it again!"