HP: I just wanted to drop out of school, but I saved the world

It was not only Professor Lupin who had a vague feeling of uneasiness, but the other professors as well.

"It's time for class, why aren't any of you here yet?"

Professor McGonagall stood on the podium, picked up the roster with a puzzled look, and scanned it carefully with her glasses:

"Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Thomas... where are they all?"

Harry and Neville, as their roommates, all lowered their heads.

Neville's face turned red as if he was about to explode, and he hid the game console in his hand into his textbook.

"Mr. Longbottom, do you know where your roommates have gone?"

Professor McGonagall asked him, frowning.

"Uh...they...uh..."

Neville stammered his answer, his whole body shaking with nervousness.

Professor McGonagall gave him a suspicious look and put down the list in her hand:

"Mr. Potter, I think you should be able to give me an explanation."

Harry also began to stutter, but his brotherly loyalty made him speak much more fluently than Neville. He covered for his roommates:

"It's the flu. Colds spread quickly in a dormitory. They went to Madam Pomfrey to get medicine."

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow. It was hard to tell whether she believed it or not:

"Well, unfortunately I'm afraid I'll have to see them only next period—"

The same thing happened in Professor Flitwick's and Professor Sprout's classes.

Not to mention elective courses.

Only Professor Snape's class was still full. After all, he had a bad reputation and would check on everyone who did not attend class.

According to the victim Ron:

"Even if you have broken arms and legs, you have to crawl into his cellar!"

But their Potions professor still suffered a teaching setback.

That day, he walked into the classroom angrily and slammed a stack of parchment on the desk.

"Everyone whose name I call out, please stand up."

Snape's tone seemed calm, but anyone could sense the turbulent currents hidden within it.

"Potter, Weasley, Finnigan, Thomas, Longbottom... stand up, yes, come to the front of the podium."

He read out seven or eight Gryffindor names in a row without pausing.

All those whose names he called out were trembling and dared not move. They supported each other and encouraged each other, their faces pale, as if this was the last class of their lives.

"Look at that, what a clever brain!"

"Perhaps I should suggest to the principal that you go back to first grade. What do you think?"

He waved his wand at one of the parchments, making it as tall as a man.

"The famous Mr. Porter is so good at writing papers!"

Snape carried Harry's paper around the classroom so that everyone could clearly see the handwriting on the parchment.

Jian Yu remembered that this paper was assigned two weeks ago. The topic was the working principle of the shrinking potion and the paper was required to be twelve inches long.

She looked closely and found that the thesis that filled the entire parchment was as follows:

[Samuel Plunkett once said that a good shrinking potion is the most precious treasure; grasp the essence of the shrinking potion, and you will understand the magic of potions better. Zygmunt Budge also said that the shrinking potion is much more subtle than many people initially thought, and it can make creatures return to a younger form. These two pioneers of magic potions inspired wizards. This potion is of great significance to wizards, and I believe it also has a certain meaning to the magic world. How to reduce age and why it is to reduce age instead of increasing age, this is something that makes people think deeply. With such background questions, this article is responsible for studying the key to the shrinking potion problem. Solving the problem of potion reducing age is very, very important. ]

[How to achieve the reduction of age, what will happen if it is not achieved, what will happen if it is achieved, what is the key to the problem? This must be carefully considered. As long as the key to the problem is grasped, everything else will be solved. The Tertius brothers once thought about this problem. They said that although they were made very small, this made them understand the nature of this potion more clearly. With these questions, let's take a look at the shrinking potion again. Why does the shrinking potion make people younger instead of older? This is the key to the problem. ]

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[To sum up, if we want to know what the shrinking potion is, this may help wizards to explain why it can shorten people's age.]

Listening to the Lord's words is like listening to the words.

Nonsense literature takes up a lot of space.

Jian Yu couldn't help but applaud Harry.

It is simply better than the original!

Sure enough, after spending half of the summer together, he learned the essence of his own water-themed thesis!

It’s a pity that the consequence of “a piece of paper full of nonsense” is to make Harry and others shed “bitter tears”.

"I suppose you have all read Mr. Potter's masterpiece..." Snape tore Harry's manuscript in two with his hands, "It's full of nonsense and nonsense. I never thought that after teaching for so many years, I would see such a thing tainting my classroom."

He threw the parchment on the ground and crushed it with his foot.

Harry's head looked like it was about to drop to the ground, and next to him Ron did the same.

But Snape would not let Ron off just because his head hung lower than Harry's:

"Mr. Weasley, our savior's good partner, has naturally learned this trick, right?"

He pulled out Ron's parchment again and enlarged it so everyone could see:

"Next, let us read Mr. Weasley's masterpiece--"

The space between the letters in his paper was so wide that you couldn't even tell it was a complete word without careful reading; and the space between the lines was so wide that two bottles of shrinking potion could fit in. In this way, he met the 12-inch paper length requirement, and anyone who read it would have to exclaim that he was a genius.

Professor Snape continued speaking in a rhythmic manner:

"What a neat little trick, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Potter."

"Your beautiful friendship is truly touching." He laughed sarcastically, "If that's the case, I'm sure you guys would also like to share the joys and sorrows of confinement."

He tore up the parchment, and the scraps fell on Ron's head, making the final judgment:

"I thought since you don't like essays, you must be interested in cleaning the castle."

"Go to Filch's place and spend a month in detention."

But the trial did not end there, as it was followed by the public execution of their roommates Finnigan, Thomas, and Longbottom.

"Why don't you use that walnut-sized thing in your head?"

"Especially you, Longbottom—so many typos and incoherent sentences."

He enlarged the three pieces of parchment and made them float in the air in unison, only to see that there were three spelling errors in one sentence on Neville's paper, and the grammar was full of fallacies, which was totally un-British.

Now all five people on the podium dropped their heads to the floor.

Jane Yu turned her head to look at the Gryffindor desk and happened to see Hermione's face showing anger. She looked extremely shocked by these papers, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks. She simply couldn't believe that this was written by a human.

The strange thing is that after seeing these two amazing works, the Slytherins, who have always been at odds with Gryffindor, should have laughed, but only a few of them laughed out loud, and many people frowned tightly.

The trial finally came to the final point deduction stage, and this time Snape was particularly ruthless:

"50 points off, each of you. I think your classmates will be proud of you."

A class ended in a heavy atmosphere, but the little Slytherin snakes looked angrier than the little lions.