Hogwarts lazy snake

In a dark and damp classroom in the basement of Hogwarts, after Horn uttered his last word, there was a sudden silence except for the sound of burning candles.

"I heard it all. Why didn't you write it down? Did you use your troll brain, which can't hold much, to remember it?"

Snape looked around at the little wizards who had been watching without saying anything, and then he threw his robes and turned to walk towards the stage. At the same time, he did not forget to deduct Gryffindor's small points as usual: "Potter, because you tried to cheat when answering the questions, Gryffindor will be deducted 2 points for this."

Of course, we also don’t forget to give extra points to Slytherin: “Slytherin answered the question correctly, extra 5 points!”

Hearing Snape's words, the classroom was filled with the rustling sound of quills and parchment. Horn looked at Harry who was still standing there, not knowing how to help him, so he decided to help his own headmaster. After all, there was Draco and Carlo, the "Draco".

I understand it a little bit. If Zhang San is gone, there will be another Li San or Chen San. Forget it, I will wait until I become stronger. I will take care of my own little piece of land first.

Thinking of this, Horn sat down. After all, he answered the question correctly, so there was nothing wrong with sitting down.

As Professor Snape wrote densely packed recipes and steps on the blackboard, most students nervously picked up their quills and began to take notes.

What? You said you had memorized it before, right? Come on, everyone except a few people is watching Horn's performance. It's good enough to remember a few drug names, but you also have to remember the steps, the order of adding, and how to mix? Everyone has a recorder.

"Okay, now you need to use your eyes to see the words on the blackboard clearly, remember the steps clearly, and follow them step by step in order later."

Snape said this, looked at Harry who was still standing, looked at the familiar eyes on that face, frowned and said in a sarcastic tone: "Potter, do you like standing? Do you need to stand in my class from now on?!"

Because of the previous lessons, the other young wizards did not pay close attention to Professor Snape teaching Harry Potter. At most, they just took a sneak peek and did not dare to stop what they were doing.

"Work in pairs and brew according to what's written on the blackboard. If you don't do anything idiotic, don't take out your wands! Go!"

After Snape finished speaking, he watched the young wizards from the two colleges prepare and brew the potion in the classroom. Then Snape walked around the classroom dragging his very long wizard robe, instructing everyone to mix and prepare this simple potion to treat scabies.

That's right, it's about making the potion for treating boils that Horn just answered. It seems that asking about the potion formula in the end is not only a test for Horn, but also a preparation for the content of this class.

Watch the little lions weighing the doses of dry nettles, and the little snakes crushing the snakes' fangs to the required grinding depth.

At this moment, when Carlo saw Professor Snape teaching Harry Potter a lesson, a gloating smile immediately appeared on his face, and that smile was full of pride and sarcasm.

He slightly turned his body, moved closer to the little wizard beside him, and deliberately lowered his voice to tease: "Hey, look, that's the famous Harry Potter. I didn't expect him to be so embarrassed in the Potions class."

There was obvious mockery in his tone, and his eyes were fixed on Harry, as if he was enjoying a wonderful farce. The little wizard next to him also chuckled after hearing what Carlo said, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud, so they covered their mouths with their hands and laughed secretly.

Draco also noticed that his head teacher, Professor Snape, was specifically targeting Harry.

Normally, Draco knew that the headmaster liked to deduct points from Gryffindor, but the degree of targeting today was indeed a bit unusual.

Draco frowned slightly, his eyes showing doubt and thought. He looked back and forth between Professor Snape and Harry, trying to find the reason for this abnormal targeting.

He secretly wondered what had made the Dean so harsh on Harry today? Did Harry make a particularly serious mistake, or was there some other unknown reason?

The old Draco would have probably gloated over other people's misfortunes like Carlo and his gang, but after Horn's "education and reasoning!" he began to change. The most obvious change was when he studied in the library with Harry, Hermione and others.

Draco felt a little strange for a moment, because potions were brewed in pairs, so Draco and Horn brewed potions together. Draco leaned over to Horn's ear as he was selecting ingredients and whispered, "Horn, why is the dean targeting Potter today?"

Horn tilted his head slightly, glanced at Draco, then lowered his voice and said, "I'm just guessing. I heard that our dean and Harry's parents were in the same class. Think about it, when they were in school, maybe there were some quarrels or conflicts between Harry's father and the dean."

Following the principle of avoiding minor matters and being able to see the situation when it comes to major matters, Horn revealed a little information. Anyway, Draco is not in conflict with Harry and the others now, so he will probably know the general situation by checking or asking around.

After all, some rich people love gossip.

Draco frowned and said thoughtfully, "Really? But why haven't I heard of it? But the headmaster has always been unfriendly to Gryffindor. This time he is targeting Potter so much, maybe there is something in the past."

Horn shrugged lightly, continued to select the ingredients, and said, "Who knows? Maybe only the dean knows. Let's brew the potion well and don't let the dean catch us and deduct points."

"Otherwise, your head will become that of a troll."

Even though Horn's words were teasing, Draco, a Slytherin, couldn't help but feel a little scared. Although he had seen Snape and his father talking together several times at home, he had never really met them in person.

So he treated the potion being brewed in front of him very seriously.

"Yes, it seems that Mr. Nicholas is not a person who can only memorize." Snape looked at the potions brewed by Draco and Horn in the crucible. The steps were all in accordance with the rules. He praised them and said, "It seems that Lucius' son is not a fool."

Although it is considered standard, it depends on who you compare it with. Just now, Professor Snape almost sprayed venom on all the young wizards from the other two academies who were brewing potions.

"Tsk, it turns out that the preparation of this magic potion is similar to that of soup, it all involves ingredients, heat, and time. But whoever uses this pot to cook is a great person."

"You can't use it to make soup. Otherwise, who knows if you will get food poisoning. Even if you wash it clean, it won't work. It's disgusting."

Horn had just poured the ground fang powder into the crucible and was complaining as he looked at the bubbling crucible.

After all, it's like you are happily preparing to pick up a piece of red apple and put it into your mouth to taste the sweet taste. However, just when you are about to succeed, the apple accidentally falls into the dirty water.

Even if you quickly rinse it with clean water and wash it repeatedly, making it spotless and seemingly flawless, you know exactly what happened, and the discomfort is like a stubborn shadow that never goes away. You may keep telling yourself that it is already clean and there is nothing to worry about.

But every time your eyes fall on the apple again, the feeling of disgust will quietly surge into your heart. You clearly want to pick it up and taste the taste you once longed for, but the disgust in your heart makes you hesitate.

This kind of entanglement is like an inescapable curse, making you struggle painfully between desire and discomfort.

That's why Horn wouldn't use this, he would always use new ones.

"What? Horn, what did you say you wanted to cook?"

Draco, who had just finished stirring according to the order, suddenly heard what Horn was saying, but didn't understand clearly.

Before Hornhorn could answer, he heard Professor Snape shouting.