In the new semester, the difficulty of brewing potions will certainly increase.
The shrinking potion is a magic potion that makes the drinker shrink or become younger. The effect is completely opposite to the age-increasing potion.
The materials required include daisy roots, figs, caterpillars, small drops of leech juice, and mouse spleen.
No communication was needed, the little lions all quietly followed Vincent and Hermione's steps.
Most of the potions are in normal green color, but two are orange that symbolizes failure and is highly toxic.
Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron, scooped it up with a spoon, smelled it, and then slowly poured it back into it.
"Tell me, Longbottom, why do you make mistakes when you follow Wayne's steps?"
Neville's face instantly turned red.
It's really hard for him to concentrate when he walks over and wanders around from time to time.
"Ho--" Snape sneered, glancing at the dazzling green potion that Vincent had finished filling.
"Wayne, why don't you use your mouth to remind Longbottom how many drops of leech juice he should put in?"
Everyone knew that Snape was practicing double standards, and if he took any bigger actions, he would probably disrupt the class.
Vincent smiled brightly and said, "Professor, I don't think you would like us to make any noise."
He picked up the three impeccable shrinking potions in front of him and shook them.
"Because this will easily distract the students' attention and lead to the failure of brewing the potion that should have been successful."
"Sharp teeth and a sharp mouth." Snape's face didn't look good.
He walked to the other side, leaned over and sniffed Ron's cauldron, "Unbelievable!
Weasley, your potion is enough to kill an elephant!"
Ron lowered his little head, and even his neck turned red.
Snape stood up and said, "Granger, you knew that Weasley was brewing such a poison, why didn't you take action in time to stop him?"
Hermione pursed her lips tightly and said, "Professor, I think we need to abide by classroom discipline."
Of course she knew Ron had too many caterpillars and mouse spleens.
But her eyes were almost blinking, Ron just didn't notice, what could she do.
"Oh -" Snape sneered again, "Granger, do you know that because of your connivance, Weasley is likely to say goodbye to potions?"
To be honest, everything is actually because of him.
"I'm sorry, Professor." Hermione was so aggrieved that she almost bit her lip, "I didn't think it was my fault."
Snape's face turned slightly dark.
Miss Know-It-All is led astray.
If it were a normal situation, she would definitely argue with her arguments and eventually turn into "confronting" the professor.
"Tsk tsk tsk - admit your mistakes and admit them. This is what a model student should look like."
Snape glanced at Ron who didn't dare to raise his head, "Weasley, you have to learn from her, you know?"
"Know-know."
"What?"
Ron raised his head suddenly, his face as red as pig liver, "I said I got it!"
Snape quickly covered his ears, "You're too loud, Weasley."
"I-I didn't-" Noise
"Professor!" Draco on the other side of the aisle grinned.
"I was startled by Weasley just now, which caused me to accidentally spill some potion on the table."
"Oh?" Snape glanced at it, "Weasley, I don't think you did it on purpose?"
Ron clenched his fists and shook his little head.
"Since this is your first time making a mistake," Snape turned around and slowly walked towards the podium, "10 points from Gryffindor, and -"
He glanced briefly at the Slytherin students' work.
Three parts orange, not one part dazzling green.
Even the best Draco, the color of the potion is only a relatively light green.
"Also, Weasley, come to my office after class to deal with the materials you will use tomorrow."
Ron was trembling all over, remembering the caterpillars from the past few days.
Snape was so good at torturing people, he would definitely let him deal with something even more disgusting.
"Do you hear that clearly, Weasley?"
"Listen clearly, professor."
The sound wasn't loud this time, but it wasn't so noisy that it was inaudible.
"get out of class is over." Snape glanced at Harry before leaving.
According to Murphy's Law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of the choices will lead to disaster, someone will definitely make this choice.
Not everyone can restrain the little lion, sooner or later the whole army will be annihilated.
"Alas -" Vincent sighed and walked out of the classroom.
It’s hard to bear.
Since Snape did the first grade of junior high school, don't blame him for doing the fifteenth grade.
Went up to the auditorium and found Fred and George immediately. They had just discussed a few words and Hermione also came.
There is only one Potions class. If you can endure it, of course you have to endure it. If you can't endure it, then don't endure it at all.
"Strike?" Hermione seemed to flinch, "Snape will go crazy."
Fred and George looked at Vincent with smiles,
"Our school director will definitely not sit idly by and do nothing, right?"
Vincent thought about it for a while and found that actually going on strike was not a bad thing.
As long as the scale is large enough, the law is applicable everywhere.
I am in a good mood and my appetite is also much better.
After a particularly delicious lunch, the first period of the afternoon was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
Perhaps because the lingering influence brought by Snape has not dissipated, the little lions have been waiting in the classroom early.
"First-year Quirrell is a thief, and second-year Lockhart is a liar." James vowed:
"I'm sure our new professor has a more 'honorable' identity."
He suddenly lay on Neville's shoulder, "Old Wen, what do you think?"
Vincent moved towards the door in disgust, "Open your eyes and take a look."
James comes closer, noisy
"You are the nemesis of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Have you noticed something is wrong with Professor Lupine?"
He seemed a bit poor and destitute, but at least he was invited by Dumbledore to protect Harry. How could he be someone like Quirrell and Lockhart?
"It's wrong to judge a book by its appearance." Vincent simply stood up, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.
"No." James stood up again, "He has scars on his face. He is definitely a ruthless character."
Vincent spread his hands, "Regardless of whether he is a bad guy or not, his behavior on the train was already a qualified professor."
Take care of the unconscious Harry and inform the driver to remove the danger.
If it had been Quirrell or Lockhart, the situation would have been unimaginably worse.
James nodded in realization.
Although he may not necessarily be a bad person, he is at least a trustworthy person.
In fact, not only were they talking about Lupin, but the little badgers who were in class together were also discussing it.
However, Vincent's analysis was very reasonable, and the students no longer questioned Lupine's level.
Simo in the second row suddenly said: "Should we have to learn vampires or zombies again, right?"
This is the eternal pain of Hogwarts.
The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors change every year, and even though the level of professors is uneven, the teaching progress is still very worrying.
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Chapter completed!