A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Snape looked at the materials that Harry had processed, and with a wave of his arm, he pushed Harry aside.

He pushed aside the pile of cut daisy roots, slowly pulled out five daisy roots, and said coldly: "This one is three inches too long, this one is one inch short... cut them all again."

Snape's voice was cold and ruthless, piercing Harry's ears like a knife. Then with a wave of his hand, he swept all the daisy roots cut on the table into the crucible next to him and turned them into garbage.

Harry looked at the chopped daisy roots in the cauldron, his face full of grievance. It is clear that only five of them are not suitable, and the others can be used, so how can they be discarded?

He raised his head, his resentful face facing Snape's straight, aquiline nose. Snape snorted coldly and lectured: "Why don't you start quickly?"

Unable to resist, Harry looked at Snape with disgust. He grabbed the daisy root and cut it with a knife. He imagined the daisy root as Snape and cut it hard.

"Rogg, can I start?" Neville picked up the knife and looked at Rogg eagerly.

Ever since Snape asked him to be roommates with Rogge in the first year, Neville had to watch Rogge's cooking process before he could start, lest he make any mistakes again.

"Did you see it clearly?" Rogge asked.

"Yeah." Neville nodded repeatedly.

Neville is a very careful person, otherwise he wouldn't be able to take care of the plants in the greenhouse. As long as you don't put pressure on him, he can get things done quietly.

Compared to Rogge's convenient magic spell, he could only slowly process the raw materials with a knife. He was neither anxious nor unbalanced because of his slow speed.

Neville sat there quietly, patiently finishing the daisy roots and figs.

"Crucible, potion..."

"Think again." Rogge suddenly said.

"Oh~" Neville thought for a moment and said, "It's caterpillars. I need to slice five caterpillars."

Neville hurriedly disposed of the caterpillars and then began to brew a potion.

"The spleen juice of a mouse is 5 drops, the juice of a leech is 1 drop..." Neville said, seeing Rogge's unkind eyes, he immediately stopped the operation.

He tried hard to recall, but it turned out that he had remembered it backwards. Then he laughed happily and quickly poured in the corresponding amount of ingredients. Soon, a pot of green potion was brewed.

Neville shouted excitedly: "It's done, I succeeded!"

"Five points will be deducted from Gryffindor for making too much noise." Snape snorted coldly and strode over.

"Green, Longbottom." Snape's tone was a little cold.

He picked up the spoon and scooped out a little of the potion, then pulled out a line of water and poured it back into the crucible.

Neville looked at Snape nervously, his palms sweating. He caught a glimpse of the color of the potion in Rogge's test tube, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He was secretly glad that the potion he brewed was right.

Snape looked at Neville and his tone was a little softer: "It seems that the two years of study are still useful. Your tightly sealed skull, which is as thick as the stone steps, finally has some cracks, allowing those things called knowledge to Penetrate in.”

He said and turned towards Harry, "On the other hand, some people only handle the raw materials well."

Harry felt Snape's sarcastic gaze, his heart tightened, and the hand holding the cauldron shook violently. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down. He lowered his head and continued to focus on the remaining steps.

"Does anyone know about The Tales of Esopus?" Snape suddenly asked.

"Me! Professor!" Hermione raised her hand quickly. She happened to know this book.

However, Hermione was a little curious as to why Snape mentioned a fairy tale book that had nothing to do with potions.

"Okay, Miss Granger." Snape asked her to answer for the first time.

Hermione stood up happily and answered Snape: "The Tales of Aesopus is an ancient Greek literary work, also known as Aesop's Fables. It contains many animal stories, which are very interesting."

"It seems Gryffindor has something else besides courage." Snape was praising Hermione, but it sounded like he was being sarcastic.

"Everyone calls you Miss Know-It-All. In that case, do you know the story of the tortoise and the hare?"

Roger pouted, the Chinese version of this story is the tortoise and the hare. His eyes flickered between Neville and Harry. It’s really rare that the teacher actually made progress in Quanaway. Although the purpose is to stimulate Harry Potter.

Hermione hadn't realized this yet, so she began to tell unconvincedly: "A long time ago, the hare and the tortoise argued about who could run faster."

As soon as he said the first sentence, there was laughter in the classroom.

The students started talking one after another: "Is there any point in arguing? When will the tortoise outrun the hare?"

"Maybe it was a Welsh rabbit."

"Hahaha..." The classroom was instantly filled with happy air.

Roger didn't know what was so funny about the Welsh rabbit, but it actually made the whole audience laugh. He looked at Neville and found that he couldn't help but laugh.

So, Roger curiously asked: "What is the Welsh rabbit? Is it a slow-running rabbit?"

"No." Neville said with a smile, "It's a traditional Welsh dish that contains rabbit meat, cheese, beer, and mustard."

"No, that was the old way." Daphne turned around and added, "Now we use toast instead of rabbit meat."

"So the cheese, beer, and mustard are all here?" Rogge saw Daphne nodding, her cheeks a little stiff.

It is worthy of being a traditional dish of Zhengmi Ziqi, and it exudes the atmosphere of dark cuisine.

"Oh, and add salt and pepper..."

Roger quickly waved his hand to signal Daphne to stop talking. He held his stomach, feeling the food in his stomach churn.

Hermione was a little angry, she hadn't finished speaking yet, how could she interrupt others! Although the Welsh hare and tortoise race is really fun.

Snape's stern eyes swept across the classroom, and everyone immediately fell silent. For the first time, Hermione felt that Snape was not always so annoying, at least the classroom discipline was good.

"That's not a Welsh rabbit." She denied it at first, and then continued: "As soon as the competition started, the rabbit was far ahead, and the tortoise could only crawl slowly. The rabbit felt that he was sure to win, so he took a nap under the tree. When he woke up, the turtle had crossed the finish line."

"Now that rabbit can go to Wales."

I don't know who added it, and the Potions class instantly turned into a sea of ​​joy. The corners of Snape's mouth twitched stiffly. It was the first time in his Potions class that there was so much laughter.

"Gryffindor plus 2... plus 5 points." Snape rarely gave Hermione extra points, and he added 5 points. This made Miss Granger jump up on the spot with excitement.

"Sit down." Snape walked gloomily among the Gryffindors and said sarcastically: "I originally thought this was just a daydream of some utopian wizards. I didn't expect that there really is a hare in the world that loses to a tortoise. .”

Snape changed the subject and looked at Harry unabashedly: "Longbottom has prepared the shrinking potion, but some of the most famous rabbits in the classroom are still spinning around."

"Wow~" Malfoy let out a strange cry and shouted loudly: "Sleeping rabbit."

He put his hand on his head and made bunny ears, making various faces at Harry. Snape was very tolerant of Malfoy's nonsense and had no intention of stopping it, let alone scolding him.

Only then did Hermione realize that the question just now was not innocent, it was a trap deliberately used by Snape to ridicule Harry.

"Perhaps this rabbit is not asleep." Snape walked across from Harry.

He put his hands on the table, leaned over and stared darkly at Harry, then whispered, "It's because Rabbit comes from Wales."

When Snape said this, the classroom suddenly burst into laughter and shouts of "Welsh Rabbit". Rogge had a better understanding of Snape's poisonous tongue.

Malfoy was triumphant and continued to laugh at Harry. Harry's face looked ugly, but he didn't dare to speak back.

He was sulking and full of grievances. If Snape hadn't deliberately made things difficult for him and thrown away the fruits of his labor, he would have brewed the shrinking potion long ago. But under Snape's terrifying aura, he remained silent.

"Potter, what a pity." Malfoy turned around and said to him: "The school board will soon arrange a new professor of Magical Creatures."

He pretended to be sad and said with regret: "I heard that you let that crazy Hippogriff go?"

"So what do you want?" Harry said, cutting off the last sandworm.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, poor little bug." Malfoy pointed at the decapitated sandworm and pretended to be concerned: "I remember that hippogriff is called Buckbeak. After a while, it will look like this too. Like a sandworm with its head cut off."

"Huh." Malfoy imitated the sound of blood spurting, making Harry's hands tremble with anger.

Harry wanted to punch this bastard and teach him a lesson. Malfoy smiled proudly. He knew that Harry couldn't hold it back, but he didn't dare to be angry in front of Snape.

"Go away, Malfoy!" Weasley roared, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will fight you for real!"

He said, clenching his fists as if to fight.

"Tch." Malfoy glanced at him disdainfully and continued to mutter to Harry: "Have you read the Daily Prophet this morning?"

Harry ignored him and waited until the potion in the cauldron turned pink before throwing the sandworm in.

"Sirius Black has appeared, not far from here." Malfoy deliberately prolonged his tone to carefully observe the changes in Harry's expression.

He was confused when Harry heard that Sirius didn't react at all.

"He showed up in Dufton." Weasley murmured, stealing a glance at Harry, and then shouted to Malfoy: "You are not welcome. We are not interested in talking to you!"

"I'm not looking for you, so go ahead." Malfoy waved his hand and told Weasley to stay aside.