Adventures of the Prince of HP

After the class, Professor McGonagall assigned them each a ten-inch paper on the basic theory of transfiguration, except of course, Allen.

After class, Draco was a little wilted because his match had hardly changed.

Allen felt that he saw a white peacock with its tail drooping. With a helpless smile, he took out a chocolate ball from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth as if by magic, which finally restored the little platinum peacock's energy.Swallowing the chocolate ball, Draco snorted softly, "I must be better than you in potions class in the afternoon! I have been learning potions since I was five years old!"

Allen laughed. He also thinks that his potion is not necessarily good. After all, for chemistry and physics, what the crown prince needs is theoretical knowledge, and he doesn't need to do experiments in person!He has no idea how his hands-on ability is.Sure enough, Draco's complexion improved a lot after hearing that.

In the afternoon class, it seemed that because of the lessons learned by Harry and Ron in the morning, everyone sat in their seats 10 minutes before the class started.Alan and Draco were sitting in the first row. After Harry entered the door, he took Ron straight to Alan and said excitedly, "Your Highness, your Transfiguration is amazing!"

Ron also remembered Alan's performance in the morning, and said excitedly, "Alan, you are amazing! I can assure you that you are a once-in-a-century genius!"

Allen nodded gently, "Practice a lot, and you can do it too."

Ron lowered his head slightly, "I can't do it."

Harry echoed, "Yes, Your Highness!"

Draco snorted coldly, "You're so self-aware, Pott, Weasley! But Alan doesn't want to talk to Gryffindor's brainless stupid lion!"

Harry glared at Draco angrily, "I'm talking to His Highness, why do you care?!"

Ron glared at Draco too.

Draco put his arm around Allen's neck, pulled Allen over with one force, and almost pushed Allen's head under the cauldron, "Just because he is my roommate! He is a Slytherin!"

Allen pressed Draco's hand, pulled Draco's sleeve, and glanced at Harry and Ron disapprovingly, finally shutting them up temporarily.However, the gray eyes and green eyes were still full of anger, and their eyes collided, as if they were engaged in a silent tug-of-war, and Draco won the victory with one enemy and two.

Allen raised his forehead, lifted Draco's arm from his neck, straightened his slightly messy skirt and hair, looked at the watch for two rounds, looked at his watch, and coughed lightly, "And 3 minutes to class."

Harry withdrew his eyes, saluted Allen, and dragged Ron away.

Three minutes later, the door of the Potions classroom was kicked open, and the noisy Potions classroom fell silent in an instant. Snape strode in with a tumbling black robe and went straight to the podium, "In this class, don't you You need to wave your wand stupidly, and you don’t need to mutter words. In fact, I don’t expect you to really understand the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion configuration. The beauty is that you don't really understand the magical power that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their minds blurred... However, for a few talented elites," Snape glanced at Draco, Laco also raised his eyebrows slightly in response, "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 the kind of stupid fools I often encounter."

The classroom was quiet.

However, Alan didn't feel oppressed when he got along with high-ranking people all the year round. Hearing this deep and silky voice like a cello, he was in a very good mood and began to look at Snape.There are many buttons on the black robe, all the way to the top one. The outer robe is like black smoke, very imposing. The hooked nose makes the whole face sharp and angular, and the black hair...well, a little oily.

Allen lowered his eyes to Snape's chest to show respect, perhaps because the first evaluation he heard of Snape from Dumbledore was very positive-brave, admirable, and Snape Professor Nepe is his dean, so Alan listened to his words very seriously, but he was a little worried about whether he could learn potion configuration well-Edward would probably be disappointed if he didn't learn well, and if Edward was disappointed, Alan would probably be disappointed.

"But then again, before coming to Hogwarts, some of you may already be capable and full of self-confidence, and you don't bother to listen carefully!"

With a jump in his heart, Allen raised his eyes to look at Snape's eyes, and was relieved when he found that those black eyes were not looking at him. He almost thought that the professor was talking about him—that would be really embarrassing!

Hermione quickly nudged Harry with her elbow, and Harry raised his eyes. Being stared at like this, he put down the quill a little guilty.

"Mr. Potter," Snape paused the moment his eyes collided with Harry, but his phrasing was never special, no one noticed, and the silky voice continued, "Our new big celebrity." He paused for a few seconds, "Tell me, what will I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

Hermione immediately raised her hand, with a hint of eagerness to answer the question on her face.

Harry looked bewildered.

what powder?What liquid?

He just shook his head.

"You don't know?" Snape didn't pause, "Well, let's try again. Where can you find a piece of bezoar for me?" Allen kept observing Snape's expression, the man's eyes were very empty, This was obviously unreasonable, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Hermione raised her hand again and glanced at Harry with a bit of "how come you don't even know this" contempt.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

This time, even Alan, who was obsessed with observing the professor, glanced at him.

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolf-shaped aconitum?"

"I don't know, sir."

"It seems that fame is not everything." Snape smiled mockingly, "Is that so, Mr. Potter."

Draco glanced at Harry gloatingly.

Harry was a little dissatisfied, "But Hermione obviously knows, it's a pity not to ask her!"

There was a burst of ridicule in the classroom, and Allen frowned slightly. Is this Harry Potter really the savior?Let alone a pale mind, this is too reckless.

"Quiet." Snape kept his eyes on Harry without moving.

Allen frowned deeper, what is the professor's situation?No one would stare at the person they hated all the time... But the professor did mock Harry in all his words.The professor seemed to both care about Harry and loathe him... Allen was at a loss, could there be such a person?

Snape looked away and looked straight at Alan, "Alan Cornwall... Sir, you answer."

Alan was taken aback for a moment, Draco thought he couldn't make it out, and his face was a little uneasy, and then saw Alan stand up slowly, and answered smoothly, "Adding narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion can get a portion of life and death water , that is, a powerful sleeping pill. The bezoar comes from the stomach of a cow. The boat-shaped aconitum and the wolf-like aconitum are the same creature, and they are collectively called aconitum, and there is no difference."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed he didn't need to worry about this freak.

Snape affirmed, "Exactly, five points for Slytherin!"

The little snakes glanced at each other, and Draco smiled and pulled Alan who was standing stupidly back to his seat.

"Then...why don't you write them down?" There was a chattering voice in the classroom, and Snape returned to the podium, "Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for Potter contradicting the teacher!"

Hermione gave Harry a slightly disgusted look.

Allen is certainly not stupid, he is deeply worried about his future.As a member of Slytherin, he must win glory for Slytherin, but as the crown prince, he must take care of little Muggle wizards... So, here comes the question, how do you succeed in the pure-blood camp? When starting up, take into account the interests of Muggle wizards?At this time when the two sides are facing each other.

Leaving aside the eccentricity and deliberate reproach to Harry, Snape's class was perfect. The potion they were going to make today was the simplest scabies potion. He first explained the theory and then demonstrated it. Allen yearned for it.

Soon they were working in groups, and Allen was of course with Draco.Because he was worried that Alan, who had never tried before, would not be able to control it well, Draco asked Alan to handle the materials.

Allen glanced at the dead animals and the wriggling slugs, his throat moved, his stomach quivered, and he almost spit out his lunch. He quickly covered his mouth and moved to the other side of Draco.Draco looked at him worriedly and strangely.

Allen slowed down, patted the platinum peacock, his face turned pale, "Draco, I think our division of labor needs to be changed."

Draco nodded worriedly, took the initiative to deal with all the materials, and then handed the book to Alan.

Allen waved his hand, pushed the book aside, took the time to let Draco hand him the materials, and stirred with a glass rod, his hand was very steady, and soon, a perfect blue potion was filled into a small test tube bottle.

When the two of them were handing over the potion, Snape glanced at Draco with expectant eyes, and praised, "Very good, a perfect scabies potion, five points for Slytherin! Draco, your material processing Very good, Mr. Cornwall...the steps of brewing the potion are perfect." He glanced at Alan, whose face was slightly pale, "However, you don't seem to dare to touch the ingredients of the potion."

Allen remembered the look of those materials, and his face turned pale, "I'm very sorry, sir."

Snape said, "Come to my office at six o'clock."

Allen nodded in agreement.

There was a sudden explosion from the back of the classroom. Draco looked at the potion spreading to his feet, and quickly pulled Allen to stand on the stool. Snape immediately waved his wand to clean up the potion on the floor, and strode towards The back scolded, "Neville Longbottom! Did you add porcupine quills without removing the cauldron from the fire! Potter! Why didn't you remind him when you stood beside him, would it show your intelligence? Greg Five points from Lanffindo!"

Snape's reprimand seemed to come from the sky, and Alan was a little depressed. Thinking of those materials, his stomach was still churning, and he forced a smile to Draco who comforted him, "You are definitely better than me in Potions!"

Worried and angry, Draco shot him a look.