[hp] warm as jade

Even though Draco's last few unkind words got him the special treatment of Rong Jiu chasing him for more than ten minutes, but I have to say, the more unkind the words are, the more effective they are.In the auditorium the next day, although Rong Jiu still looked a little depressed, her overall spirit was still good.

"Eat something soft, you didn't eat anything last night." Draco reminded, while taking the plate of grilled brown tempting chicken legs away from Rong Jiu, and replaced it with a piece of bread.

"Oh, I don't know how the class is scheduled for this semester." Rong Jiu absently picked up a piece of bread, tore it up and stuffed it into his mouth bit by bit, "OWLs year, the class schedule should be very full, right?"

"Probably not." Theodore replied, "It depends on the courses you took in previous years. But I heard that the number of required courses will increase."

"I don't want History of Magic class again," Pansy said heartily. "Why not a different teacher?"

"Maybe you won't see this scene in your lifetime." Blaise laughed. "How do you let a ghost die again?"

Rong Jiu glanced at Blaise thoughtfully: "It's not impossible..."

Draco looked up from the chicken legs and looked at her in horror: "Isn't it you?"

"That's what I said, how respectful it is for someone to stick to his post after many years of death. It's just a class, and I haven't gone crazy to that extent yet." Rong Jiu rolled her eyes and continued to tear her bread.

Pan Xijiao smiled and said, "Yes, yes, after all, he is not the only professor who can teach you the history of magic, right?"

Both Theodore and Braxton looked over with interest, but Rong Jiu, with a serious face, said sincerely: "Yes, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, and the golden house in the book. Books are the best things for people. My teacher, there are thousands of people who can teach me the history of magic?"

Draco pouted.This guy's level of nonsense has improved after a holiday. I guess the professor can't do anything about this guy, right?

While complaining, Snape had already turned from the teacher's seat, handing out their timetables for this semester.

"Thank you, Professor." Rong Jiu took the schedule, lowered his head, and glanced at it.Today, there are two classes on Potions, Arithmancy and Divination, and two classes on History of Magic, which are relatively easy. After all, Potions and Arithmancy are her favorite courses. As for History of Magic... at least it can be used to make up homework.

She took the schedule, but Snape didn't continue to hand it out, but stood behind her, his dark eyes sweeping over Draco and her.

"Uh, professor?"

"If I'm not mistaken, neither Mr. Malfoy nor Miss Malfoy have classes tonight, right?" Snape said softly, "Then six o'clock in the evening, a confinement, I hope to see the two show up in my office on time inside."

"What?" Rong Jiu was stunned for a moment, "Professor, school just started...why are you in confinement?"

Snape bent down and said kindly, "Perhaps...Miss Malfoy can still remember how Mr. Malfoy finished his thesis?"

"He wrote it himself!" Rong Jiu trembled, and subconsciously excused himself.

"One more confinement, Miss Malfoy." Snape straightened up, lowered his eyes, and sneered, "You should learn how to respect your professor, for example...you can't lie to him."

"You won two detentions for yourself just after the start of school. I have to say that you are very worthy of your prefect badge, aren't you?"

After speaking, he continued to walk forward, distributing the Slytherins' timetables, leaving the two Malfoys staring wide-eyed.

"Draco, tell me honestly, I asked you to copy the paper I sent you again, did you copy it?" Rong Jiu turned his head and stared straight at Draco.The latter looked up at the sky, and said with a guilty conscience, "Well... I copied an article..."

"...I have to thank you for the two confinement you won for me." Rong Jiu took a deep breath, slapped the remaining half-pull bread on the plate, stood up, and was about to go back to the dormitory to calm down, and it turned out that he had just finished handing out the timetable Snape, who turned back, bumped into Man.

"It's breakfast time, where are you going?" Snape frowned, staring at the girl who was about to leave again.

Rong Jiu raised his head: "Professor, I'm full."

"Miss Malfoy is planning to starve herself to escape the night's confinement?" Snape said with a dark face, as if he was trying to control his anger, and said in a low voice, "I only drank a little pumpkin juice last night. You only eat half a slice of bread in the morning? If you want to escape the confinement, I suggest you use a faster method, such as preparing a dose yourself. I believe that with your ability, you can quickly let yourself die cleanly. Even the time to ponder the epitaph No... Now, sit back and eat."

The stunned classmate Rong Jiu was pushed back to the edge of the table by Snape's slap. He kept a strange expression and stared at the table for a long time: "...how did he know?"

"What? A paper?" Draco was still a little guilty, biting his fork, and whispered, "After all, our handwriting is not exactly the same... Isn't it normal for the professor to recognize some of our own characteristics?"

"No...forget it." Rong Jiu shook his head, picked up the leftover bread, and continued to nibble.

Of course, no one in Slytherin would snitch on the professor. The only explanation was that the professor was still paying attention to her even though she was sitting on the teacher's seat?

The girl who was in a better mood suddenly ate too much in the morning.No one can avoid getting sleepy when people are full, so after breakfast, she went back to catch up on sleep, and almost missed the next two sessions of Potions class.When she ran to the Potions classroom panting, she just caught up with the tail of the queue entering the classroom.

"If it was a little later, you would have won the third confinement for yourself." Snape stood by the door, looking coldly at Rong Jiu who was running in a panic.

She didn't dare to speak, and strode to the place where they used to sit under the podium.

"Quiet," Snape said, closing the classroom door behind his back.

In fact, he didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all. Generally speaking, as long as he was in the classroom, no one would dare to make noise.

"Before we start class today," said Snape, walking quickly to the podium, looking at them all sternly, "I thought it necessary to remind you that you will be sitting an important exam next June, and by then You guys will prove how much you've learned about potion preparation and usage. While there are a few people in this class who are really mentally retarded, I hope you all manage to barely 'pass' your OWLs, or I'll be... pissed off .”

Draco chuckled and turned to look at the Gryffindors at the back of the classroom.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes," Snape continued, "I only select the best students to enter my NEWT Potions class, (his looking across the front row), which means we're going to have to say goodbye to some people."

He paused, pouted his lips slightly, and created a short gap, allowing everyone to have time to seriously understand what he said.

"But we have another year to go before that happy farewell moment comes," he said softly. Higher level required."

"Today, we are going to prepare a potion that often appears in exams: a palliative, which can calm and relieve irritability and anxiety. Note: if the ingredients are careless, it will make the drug taker fall into a dead state, sometimes Even irreversible lethargy, so you need to pay extra attention to your behavior." He resumed his usual, somewhat lazy tone, "The ingredients and preparation methods are on the blackboard, and everything you need is in the storage cabinet .You have an hour and a half . . . to get started."

Rong Jiu prepared this potion last year, and it wasn't too difficult, but it was cumbersome and required attention to many details.

"So what do you think is difficult?" Draco said irritably when she made this assessment.

Rong Jiu thought about it seriously: "It is the kind of potion that has flaws in the steps that need to be improved, or the potion that has no clear steps at all is called difficult. If you just follow the steps, it is quite simple."

"Your potion should now be emitting a faint, silvery-white vapor," Snape said with 10 minutes left.

Above Rong Jiu and Draco, as he said, there was a shimmering silver-white vapor, so they each won five points for Slytherin.

Draco winked at Rong Jiu: "You're not the only one working hard during the holidays."

At this moment, Snape's voice came from the back of the classroom, with deep sarcasm: "Potter, what is this?"

The Slytherins in the front row turned their heads in interest.

"Mediate." Harry whispered.

"Tell me, Potter," said Snape softly, "do you know how to read?"

Draco laughed out loud.

"Yes." Harry replied.

"Read me the third line of the operation, Potter." Snape pointed to the blackboard with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"'Add moonstone powder, stir counterclockwise three times, boil for 7 minutes, then add two drops of hellebore syrup.'"

"Have you done everything in number three, Potter?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, please say it again."

"No," said Harry, raising his voice, "I forgot to put in the hellebore."

"I know you forgot, Potter. That means this crucible of trash is useless. Disappears."

"Professor is amazing." Pan Xi whispered in Rong Jiu's ear, "You can tell what's wrong with just one look."

Rong Jiu speculated maliciously: "Maybe he has blown up the crucible many times before, so he clearly knows what kind of mistake he made in such a color."

Pansy giggled.

"Students who have read the operating instructions carefully, put your drug samples into a short-necked bottle with a large belly, carefully write your name, and take it to the podium for inspection." Snape's voice suddenly came from behind her The sound made her tremble, almost knocking over the cauldron in front of her, "Homework: Write a twelve-inch paper on parchment paper, discussing the properties of moonstone and its use in medicine, due on Thursday."

"He...didn't hear it just now, did he?" Rong Jiu asked uncertainly while filling the potion.

"That depends on whether you have a third confinement." Pansy laughed.

But it seemed that she had no such luck, because after she handed in her potion, Snape just glanced at her, and didn't give her the order of confinement for the third time.This made her both happy and disappointed.

In the afternoon, they harvested "a foot and a half long paper on the giant war" and "collected the weather at Hogwarts in September over the years, based on which they speculated on the weather trend in September this year, and wrote a nine-inch paper , State the process of conjecture".

"It sucks, doesn't it?" Draco shook his head. "So much homework."

"Don't forget, we still have confinement at night." Rong Jiu said listlessly, "Tomorrow there will be Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts classes... Is the new teacher easy to get along with? Will there be a lot of homework?"

"Probably not, my father said, she is a very talkative woman." Draco replied.

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