Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce looked directly into Snape's eyes and didn't shy away.

Why not avoid it?

Because I am not afraid!

Katum has said more than once that Bruce uses fear as the source of his strength.

This is no joke.

There is great terror between life and death. After Bruce witnessed his parents dying in front of his eyes, he felt that nothing in the world could be more terrifying than this.

What's more, just a professor?

The proud Batboy will never lower his head.

And at this time, Katum was also standing on Bruce's desk with his head held high, his wings on his hips, staring at Snape.

The proud demon king will not lower his head.

Besides, if Snape wanted to target him, he would only target Bruce first.

Who could hate a harmless little owl?

"Wayne!"

Sure enough, Snape named Bruce.

Like thunder on the ground, all the little wizards' eyes were fixed on Bruce.

"How do I get the sleepy bean juice?"

This is knowledge written in the first grade potions textbook. As first grade wizards, they will learn how to handle various potion materials.

The correct answer should be to cut the sleepy beans into slices, but this knowledge point is a bit beyond the scope for today's little wizards. This is the content of the second half of the textbook.

Snape held his head proudly, as if waiting for Bruce to make a fool of himself.

However, at this time, Bruce fell into hesitation, and his thoughts drifted back to three hours ago.

…

"Bruce, wake up!"

Early in the morning, Katum's chirping voice rang in his ears.

Then there was the sound of pages turning in the air, and something heavy hit Bruce in the face.

"I--"

Bruce reluctantly swallowed back the curse words that had reached his lips, opened his eyes, and looked at the time.

It's only six o'clock.

Bruce's daily life is extremely self-disciplined, but this also makes his biological clock more fixed than ordinary people. It's not time to get up at six o'clock, and he is now very sleepy.

In a daze, he saw the book that Katum threw over.

——If this thing can still be called a book.

This book is completely torn, and the pages are barely held together. If you turn it over with a little force, it will fall apart immediately - the credit of Katum's careless throwing just now is definitely indispensable.

Moreover, the previous owner of this book was still writing all over the book, making the margins of every page black.

Bruce felt disgusted even holding it.

"Is this a Potions textbook?" Bruce reluctantly flipped through a few pages before recognizing it.

"That's right, and it's the first-grade version." Katum looked like he was taking credit, "The sixth-grade version is easy to find, but the first-grade version is not easy to find, but your godfather is born with good luck, so he really asked me to find it. Now, from first grade to seventh grade, we have them all.”

"What's so strange about a first-year potions textbook, and it's so worn out."

Bruce said this and then flipped through a few pages.

As he watched, he became fascinated.

After a long time, he raised his head, his expression no longer as calm as before.

"The previous owner of this book was a genius!" His face was full of joy. "There are many ideas in it that coincide with mine, and there are some that I didn't even think of."

"Don't compare this with others. He has been exposed to magic since he was a child, and you have only been exposed to it for a long time."

Katum thought Bruce had been hit.

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Bruce quickly explained, "When I read this book, it was like I was communicating with a genius of the same age and making connections. This is a rare opportunity!"

After saying that, he thought about Katum's request for credit just now.

"A book full of notes like this must be a very precious thing, right? How did you find it?"

"What the hell!"

Katum finally waited for this question, and he smiled calmly, "Now all the owls in Hogwarts are my little brothers. My eyes and ears are all over the castle. I have a small textbook at my fingertips!"

Although Bruce didn't know how true or bragging these words were, he had to say that Katum did help him a lot.

The value of this book is at least as high as three or four floors!

Bruce was full of curiosity about the owner of this book.

He turned the book over and over, and finally saw a small, dense line of text at the bottom of the back cover.

This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince.

…

At this time, in the Potions class, facing Snape's seemingly difficult questions, Bruce thought of a point of view that he and the Half-Blood Prince agreed with.

Different from what is recorded in textbooks, this is another unique method.

"How do I get the sleepy bean juice?"

If Snape's question is answered according to the textbook, there will definitely be no problem.

But Bruce is unwilling to follow the script like this. He prefers to pursue the truth.

Which one should I say?

Seeing that Bruce remained silent, the sneer on Snape's lips deepened.

There was the sound of turning books in the classroom, and everyone was afraid that after Bruce couldn't answer, Snape would call on him.

Sitting next to Bruce is Justin Finch-Fletchley, who is also a Hufflepuff student.

He finally found the answer in the book, covered his mouth and tried to remind Bruce secretly, but was frightened back by Snape's gentle glance.

Snape raised his head and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that some of our classmates not only don't respect teachers, but also don't respect knowledge..."

"Use the side of a silver dagger to squeeze the juice out more easily."

Finally, Bruce spoke.

In the eyes of all the classmates, he said this answer.

Then the whole classroom was filled with gasps. Bruce was wrong!

This is not what is written in the textbook!

Justin covered his eyes in pain. He seemed to have seen Bruce being severely punished by Snape.

Hufflepuff could not escape the deduction of points.

Everyone was in silence for Bruce, one second, two seconds...

When time passed, the imagined ridicule of Snape did not come.

Then everyone looked up and saw that Professor Snape, who was like a star of evil, was stunned because of this answer.

"Professor?"

Bruce suddenly spoke, "Excuse me, is there any problem with my answer?"

Justin was speechless for a while. You kid are still provoking?

"Wayne." Snape finally spoke, frowning, "Where did you get this method from?"

"I figured it out." Bruce would never tell anyone casually, "Professor, is my answer correct?"

"Very correct, oh no, not correct, oh no, very correct..."

Snape seemed to be in a great dilemma, repeating something right, right, oh no, no.

Bruce did not answer according to the textbook, and it was reasonable for Snape to criticize Bruce for this, or even deduct points from him.

However, he just couldn't make up his mind to deduct this point.

After a long time, Snape finally raised his head and made a decision.

Truth is more important than a little Wayne.

"The student who can think of squeezing juice out of the handle of a knife is undoubtedly a genius, even a rare one in a century."

Snape stared at Bruce and gritted his teeth and said this, "Because of this method, Hufflepuff gets five points!"

The whole classroom was silent in an instant, and some students pinched themselves, thinking they were still dreaming.

Didn't the seniors say that Snape never gave extra points to students other than Slytherin?

And the extra points were five! The sun was rising from the west?

At this moment, only Bruce understood something.

He directly questioned the owl on the table who was still standing with his chest and arms akimbo through telepathy.

"Katum, tell me honestly, is the Half-Blood Prince Snape?"