HP the red-haired savior

The Potions class was held in an underground classroom. Perhaps because it was underground, it was colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars were placed along the walls, and the stuffed animals soaked in them made the little wizards shiver.But Hisoka didn't think it was a big deal, after all, he had seen bloodier ones, and things like taxidermy were trivial.

Slytherin and Gryffindor sat on the left and right respectively, Hisoka originally wanted to sit with Draco, but was dragged back to Gryffindor by Harry and Ron - especially Ron camp.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin never sit together." Ron told him seriously, "Otherwise something very bad will happen."

But what is the "very bad thing", he did not say.

It didn't matter to Hisoka, Draco was just a close little fruit to him, and Draco also had his own friends—that little coffee-colored fruit, who even slept together!Hisoka thinks thoughtfully that he should not prevent the little fruits from getting along with each other.Therefore, Hisoka followed Harry and Ron obediently to Gryffindor's side - but instead of sitting with Harry or Ron, he chose to ask him questions in Charms class Miss Hermione.

Hehe~ Harry and Ron look very unreliable~

Hisoka smiled friendly at Hermione, and the little Hermione smiled at him too.

Hmm~ Hermione looks very reliable~

Not long after sitting down, the door of the Potions classroom was pushed open vigorously—no, maybe it wasn’t that forceful, but the visitor was so powerful that it gave people the illusion that the classroom door was pushed open forcefully .

Black hair, black eyes, and black robes were exactly the same black apple that took Hisoka to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies—Professor Snape.

"You have come here to learn the exact science and exacting craft of potion-making."

He spoke, almost a little above a whisper, but everyone caught his every word.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to keep the classroom in order with little effort.

"Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blur... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, that is, you are not Just the kind of dumbass fools I've come across all the time."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the class fell silent.Hisoka felt Snape give Harry a meaningful look when he said "stupid fool".

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Water of Life and Death, Professor~"

Harry and Hisoka answered almost simultaneously.

Snape also felt that the title "Potter" was inappropriate, he pursed his lips invisibly, and glanced at Hisoka: "Mr. Potter, I'm asking about your brother."

Hisoka replied with a smile: "Good professor, I understand~"

Snape pursed his lips again.

"Let's try again." He simply ignored Hisoka, and continued to look at Harry with those black eyes that seemed to be two tunnels, "Potter, if I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, you Where will I find it?"

"I don't know, sir."

"I suppose you haven't read a single book before term starts, have you, Potter?" Snape sneered.

Harry curled his lips, and muttered "I've turned it over" in a low voice - I've turned the book, but it's impossible to memorize everything in the book, right?

"Potter, three points will be deducted from Gryffindor for contradicting the teacher." Although Harry muttered in a low voice, it was obvious that Snape heard it.

Harry had a - God that's not real - look on his face.

"Three, three points!" Ron's eyes widened with disbelief, and he whispered to Harry, "He actually deducted three points from you!"

"Mr. Weasley." Snape's sinister voice sounded, "Disrupting classroom discipline in class, Gryffindor—three points deducted." He said, showing a malicious smile at Ron, Then he quickly returned to his expressionless face, and his face changed so quickly that Ron couldn't help shivering.

Gryffindor deducted six points in one fell swoop, and Draco smiled as he wished.

Ah, this is Potions class!The young master looked at the Gryffindors maliciously—do you think that's it?No, no, it's much more than that!

Soon, the little wizards of Gryffindor understood how terrifying the head Slytherin who the senior said "has been the most unpopular professor at Hogwarts for ten consecutive years since he took office" .

Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix a simple potion for scabies.Then, dragging his long black cloak around the room, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, nearly all the students were criticized—

"wrong!"

"are you an idiot?"

"I suppose you haven't been listening to your Potions master, have you?"

……

and so on.

"Oh, Professor Snape is really strict." Hermione weighed the porcupine quill while chatting with Hisoka in a low voice.

"Professor is delicious~" Hisoka narrowed his eyes, the black apples in Potions class were even more delicious~

"Delicious?!" The little girl Hermione couldn't help but exclaimed, "You actually said that Professor Snape is delicious?!"

Then, the whole classroom fell silent.

Everyone was looking back and forth between Hisoka and Snape with weird eyes - even Gryffindor's.Snape's pale face flushed for a moment, but it turned from embarrassment into anger.

"Charlie...Potter!" His voice was deep and magnetic, with obvious annoyance, "Are you teasing your professor?"

"Not at all~" Hisoka blinked, his golden eyes met pure black, and said seriously, "I really think so~"

Snape frowned fiercely.

"Ten points from Gryffindor." He said slowly, then turned around, the corner of his black robe drew a sharp arc in the air, "Everyone else, what are you doing? Is the potion ready?! "

So everyone who had been watching Little Potter and the Potions professor lowered their heads and continued to cook their own potions.

Snape continued to walk up and down the classroom, "pointing" the little wizards from time to time, but intentionally or unintentionally ignored the group of Hisoka and Hermione.

Hisoka puffed up his steamed bun face - Hei Apple actually ignored him ~ no ~ happy ~ heart...

Then another thing happened, about half an hour later, there was a sudden puff of acid green smoke and a loud hissing sound from the classroom.

Everyone turned their heads to look, it turned out that Neville, the little fat man somehow burned their hot pot into a crooked piece, and the potion in the pot spilled on the stone floor, burning holes in the shoes of the surrounding students. Inside, the whole class stood on stools.Neville was drenched in the potion when the cauldron was overturned, and by this time he was screaming in pain with red, swollen scabies all over his arms and legs.

In short, there was a flurry of wild goosebumps, even worse than the commotion that Hisoka had posted before.

"Idiot!" Snape snarled, sweeping up the spilled potion with a wave of his wand, "I think you probably put the porcupine quills in without removing the pot from the heat, didn't you?"

Neville was sobbing, looking quite pitiful with scabies popping out of his nose.

"Send him up to the hospital ward," Snape snapped to the little Gryffindor wizard who was in Neville's group, and then his eyes fell on Harry again, "Potter, why don't you What about telling him not to add porcupine quills? You think it's okay if he makes a mistake? Gryffindor loses two points for you again."

Hisoka sat on the desk, his legs dangling: "Professor~ I didn't tell him~"

Snape glanced at him, then looked away quickly.

So Hisoka puffed up his face again.

"What are you doing?" Hermione glared at him dissatisfied, "The professor has already deducted 25 points from Gryffindor, 25 points!"

Of course, Hisoka, Harry, and Ron were not the only ones who were deducted points. Many little wizards of Gryffindor also suffered.

In this way, Slytherin and Gryffindor are on the same starting line again.

The smile on Draco's face widened.

Hisoka threw something into the cauldron, then quickly bottled it under the eyes of Hermione—what are you doing—, jumped around on the desk, and finally jumped onto the podium.

Snape finally gave him some attention.

"Mr. Potter..." He frowned slightly, his black eyes showed no emotion.

"Xiali~ The professor can just call me Xiali~" Hisoka shook the glass bottle in his hand with a smile, the thick liquid inside showed a sticky pea green color, "Hey~Professor, I'm done~"

Snape looked at the potion for a long time, and regretfully found that he couldn't find any shortcomings.

"A." A word protruded from his thin lips. Snape took the potion and said coldly, "You can go, and Miss Granger."

Hisoka smiled sweetly at Snape: "Goodbye~Professor~" After saying that, he jumped off the podium and walked out of the Potions classroom.

Snape frowned and watched the red-haired boy leave, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't deducted points for him jumping around on the desk before - the potion on the ground had already been cleaned up!

...However, little Potter seems to be more like Lily?Compared to that Harry Potter who looks exactly like the old Potter!

Snape narrowed his eyes and looked at Harry unkindly.Harry shook his hand, accidentally put an extra daisy leaf, and then found that his potion had turned into a pile of khaki semi-solidified matter with a sad face.

"Oh, Harry, what have you done!" Ron also had a sad face, he could imagine how Snape would mock them when handing in the potion!

"Tch..." Young Master Malfoy couldn't help snorting coldly when he saw this scene - compared to Hisoka, this Harry Potter is really terrible!No wonder he was with the pure-blood traitor Weasley!

"Draco, don't look at it!" Blaise sighed helplessly, he was completely, completely, not good at potions——

Then, the young master who turned around found that the pot of potion he and Blaise had turned earth green.

"Brace, what did you do!" Draco stared at a pair of silver-gray cat eyes, "I've boiled it to bean green before!"

Blaise looked at Draco pitifully - I don't know, but I'm potion scum!So, young master, why are you going to see Potter and Weasley? Why don't you concentrate on our potions!