Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Chapter 217 The classroom is about to explode!!

Potions classes are held in underground classrooms.

Here, as always, there are crucibles.

In the middle of the crucible was a brass-colored balance, which Harry would call the dosimeter of the medicinal herbs.

Then around the crucible were large piles of potions.

What they need to boil today is a swelling potion.

Darren was boiling his own potion.

One side was secretly watching Harry them.

The three of them looked particularly nervous, not to mention Snape, who could see that there was something wrong with the three of them.

But he, the little Holy Father, shouldn’t think like this at all.

So although he could see that the three of them had a problem, he still didn’t ask.

After all, he could guess exactly what it was without asking.

In the original book, the three of them are supposed to have come to steal Snape’s potion.

Obviously, they still have to do this this time.

“Don’t look!”

Kassandra glared at him.

I knew to look at that Hermione, and I didn’t know what to look at.

With her unkempt hair and huge front teeth, she didn’t see anything pretty about this Hermione.

“I’m sorry…”

[Ding, Father +20]

Darren also thought that Kassandra was in a hurry, and apologized in embarrassment.

Then he found that Kassandra was even angrier, but this time it seemed that he was not angry with him, but sulking.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand.

However, Darren still withdrew his gaze and carefully boiled the potion.

Perfect swelling potion.

Placed in a small bottle, it is a very beautiful potion.

“Professor, I’m done!”

Darren handed over his and Kassandra’s potion and nodded politely.

Snape’s lips pursed.

He had never imagined that there would be such an unbearable time.

The boy really never smiled at him again with trust, nor did he shout at him happily for the professor.

His every move now was like those of Slytherins.

Indifferent, polite.

He couldn’t pick out the slightest mistake, and he was full of anger.

He also didn’t know why he was angry.

Maybe the recent students are too stupid?

The potion that he had exchanged with Darren and Potter was a world of difference.

He wandered through the Potions class classroom in a huff, and when he saw anyone, he couldn’t help but be angry.

“Miss Compeis, if your brain is still there, then you should know that there are still two seconds to put the herbs… Let go, look what I do, are you an idiot? ”

“Mr. Penegan, did I ask you to add this herb to it?” Are you blind? Can’t see what’s written on it? ”

“Longbottom! You fool, you blow up the crucible again, and I’ll throw your toad in it! ”

“Mr. Fidillon, what are you going to do again?” Why don’t you put your troll-like brain in a pot and boil it? What do you put? Redo! ”

With a wave of his hand, many of the students’ crucibles were empty.

This means that potions need to be crafted from scratch.

All the hard work is gone.

Harry hid in the corner, because his heart was absent, so his swelling potion was too thin.

In case Snape noticed him, he made a point of having Ron stand outside.

Unfortunately, after Snape had criticized the students, he walked to Harry’s side with a clear goal.

“Hmm, what did I say? I said, how much to put in? An ounce, how much did you put in? Redo! ”

Snape waved his wand.

Harry’s potion was gone.

He had no choice but to continue to start over.

But he had just added water, and Snape turned around again.

“Who made you put so much water?” Trolls look at your brain and will leave in disappointment! ”

Harry shivered angrily.

They all put more water first, and then scooped up the excess water, and Snape said they weren’t skilled enough to do so, only to now start scolding him again.

“Bear with me, think about what you’re going to do today!”

Ron stomped on Harry.

Harry took a deep breath and held back from talking back to Snape.

He then put in the herbs, and when the pot was boiling, when he had boiled it again until it was almost over, Snape turned again.

“Potter, you fail, redo!”

Snape waved his wand.

“Some people are just stupid and not suitable for the course of Potions, and I think it is necessary to advise Dumbledore to kick out all such students!”

When he said this, it was clearly aimed at Harry.

“Flutter!”

“Hahaha!”

“It’s just…”

Crabbe and Goyle laughed maniacally.

Malfoy made a grimace at Harry.

Harry clenched his fists to see Darren’s concerned eyes and shook his head hurriedly.

Because if Darren had left him alone, Snape would have been even more aggressive.

Snape would give Gryffindor a deduction until he cried.

Bear with me!

Harry endured and endured, and finally found an opportunity.

He took out from his bosom a firebomb that Fred had made them.

When Snape turned to teach others, he sneaked into Gower’s crucible…

Blow them up!

Darren was reading a book above his seat when he heard a loud noise.

[Ding, sensing that there is a scene of the Holy Father system playing around the host, now release a temporary task: block Snape’s right side, after being cut in the face by the knife, anxiously say: Professor, be careful! ］

[Ding, after the mission is completed, get the Potions Talent +2, will the host receive the task?] ］

[Access]

Darren looked back.

Sure enough, Gower’s crucible suddenly exploded, and the swollen potion inside burst everywhere, as if something was setting off fireworks in the pot.

And with the splash of the swelling potion, Gower’s tart could not hold up.

It became extremely large and then suddenly slammed into Snape’s back.

Darren immediately blocked Snape’s right side, and a knife slashed through Darren’s face in the explosion of the potion.

But as if he didn’t feel it at all, he said anxiously, “Professor be careful! ”

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the mission and gaining the Potions Talent +2]

Darren accepted the reward, and before he could pull out his wand and blow up the crucible, he heard Snape’s exasperated voice shouting, “Obstacles! ”

The crucible was blocked in front of Darren.

Then it was like hitting the wall, falling powerlessly from the wall.

But the swelling potion inside was still squirting.

Snape was caught off guard by the swelling potion that splashed onto his palm, and he pointed his wand at his palm in exasperation.

Only because the magic was not well controlled, after eliminating the effect of the swelling potion, there was still a small wound left on it.

Snape didn’t care, and his energy was all on Darren.

“Potter, you’re crazy, you use your face to take the crucible, why don’t you put your own head…”

Snape roared angrily, but halfway through the roar he couldn’t go on.

When he saw those eyes looking at him guiltily, the anger dissipated.

This child, just wanted to save him?

Why?

Don’t you hate him?

Didn’t you decide to act like a stranger later?

Why did you want to save him again?

Could it be that the little cub’s kindness is attacking, and he just thinks too much?

Snape almost resented himself for such a performance, why did he…

He suddenly raised his palm.

Somehow, the blood on the palm of his hand was faintly inducted from the blood stains on Potter’s little cub’s face.