HP Dear Miss Freak

"As we all know, Gryffindor in Potions class is the original sin. Not to mention that Potions are not good Gryffindor at all."

The end of the night chat is often that you need to pay the corresponding price when you get up. But fortunately, Sylvia has the ability to instantly adjust the biological clock, and she even wrote a letter to her parents after she got up.

"Get up, little beauties." Sylvia called out to the other quiet beds while wearing her school uniform.

"Hmm." What responded to her was some whimper, followed by the sound of the quilt being lifted and getting up.

"How did you wake up so early?" Angelina looked at her watch after getting up, and threw herself back on the bed.

"We can make it ten minutes later." Arya rubbed her hair and complained.

"Then I can go to the auditorium?" Sylvia put the textbook in the satchel.

"Wait for us!" Emily said, and Patricia rolled over on the bed and sat up reluctantly.

"I heard Dora say that the stairs at Hogwarts will change direction. In order to avoid bad luck, I suggest we find out the class route early." Sylvia said , put the notebook into the bag, and then nodded with satisfaction, feeling that he was quite reliable.

"Let's go." After the girls washed up quickly, Arya and Angelina took Sylvia's arm and walked out.

"Don't be late for the first day of class." Patricia said after the girls had breakfast.

"More than enough." Sylvia glanced at her watch.

Sylvia was of course excited. Hogwarts campus life has finally officially kicked off.

It's a pity that the first day's Transfiguration and Herbal Medicine classes all succeeded in deflating Sylvia. It seems that I am indeed not a talented and academically dominant player. she thought gloomily.

But compared to Fred and George sitting not far away, she was simply amazing. "Mr. Weasleys, please don't disturb the order of the class." Sylvia felt that Professor McGonagall must have wanted to throw them both out, because they couldn't help taking the professor's words. Of course she also found it interesting, probably because she always did it.

What Sylvia looked forward to most was the Potions class, and Snape was undoubtedly Sylvia's favorite professor.

The potions class was taught in a basement classroom. It was colder than the main castle building above. Glass jars were placed along the walls, and the stuffed animals inside were even more trembling.

Sylvia started laughing as she watched Snape enter the classroom menacingly in his black robe. Fred and George are also smirking, but their laughter is probably not the same.

"He really looks like an old bat, George." Fred whispered sitting in front of Sylvia. "He looks like an old bat who never washes his hair, Fred." George laughed as he sat next to Fred.

"Mr. Weasleys." Snape's voice rose a little, and he looked straight at Fred and George, "What did I just say? ."

"You said it, Mr. Weasleys." Fred began to shake, and all the students laughed. That's not a good thing, obviously Fred didn't realize that Snape couldn't be messed with.

"I just mentioned that you need to learn my course well, you need not be the kind of idiots I often encounter. And you, acting like a fool." Snape said coldly Said, without a trace of emotion.

"I don't think we should waste our classmates' time.""Should we continue the course?" They both replied with a smile.

"Then Mr. Weasleys, answer my question." Snape looked at them both. "What does it take to make a damaged bone grow back quickly?"

"I don't know the professor." Fred gave a smirk. "We just had class, didn't we? You haven't taught anything yet." George also looked like a hippie smile.

"I think you need to know the answer to this, so that you don't get caught up in trouble. Sit down, Gryffindor takes 10 points," Snape said lightly.

"Ten points!" "We only deducted five points for overturning Professor McGonagall's lesson plan." kicked down.

"Proud isn't it? Mr. Weasleys," said Snape. Fred and George took their seats hard, as if they were about to break the chair.

Someone in Slytherin raised their hand, but Snape looked at the roll and called out Sylvia's name: "Sylvia Tonks, Say."

Under everyone's eyes, Sylvia stood up tremblingly: Damn it! I feel like I haven't experienced this kind of guilty conscience of being named in class for a long time! Dream back to high school classroom!

"I think it's... a bone spirit?" Sylvia said, vaguely remembering that Madam Pomfrey gave Harry a drink in the original book.

That's right. Sylvia knew from Snape's subtle little expression. The rest of the Gryffindor class began to applaud, especially Fred and George, who almost danced in their seats.

"So, what does the tuber-like pus do? Miss Tonks." Snape looked straight at Sylvia.

It's over, if you don't ask me, I won't stop? "Why didn't you ask where the bezoar was found?" Sylvia muttered depressedly.

"What makes you feel like you can point fingers at me in my class?" Snape's tone was cold, as if he was going to grab her by the throat the next second.

"Because of that question I will, and this one I won't." Sylvia smiled apologetically.

Snape snorted coldly, with an expression that Sylvia had just been mistaken for, and looked delighted. "Sit down, five points from Gryffindor," he said, looking at Sylvia. "Shut up your self-righteousness, you look stupid."

Sylvia sat down again, and Snape turned to start writing on the blackboard the precautions for the scabies potion.

Alia pulled La Sylvia's sleeve, and she noticed that Fred and George were ready to take out dung from their pockets.

Sylvia kicked their chairs again, and Fred and George looked back at her at the same time. "Now is not the best time to take revenge." Sylvia said softly. The two of them turned around again, and it looked like they didn't take it seriously. "I think she's right." Li nodded aside.

"Two people in groups. Now, right now." Snape said after all the knowledge points. Sylvia moved her chair and Lee formed a group.

"It's disgusting, disgusting, disgusting." Sylvia rolled her eyes as she cooked the slug.

"Miss Tonks, I hope you understand that you don't need a mouth to cook a slug." Snape appeared suddenly behind her.

"Actually, I would prefer not to use the eyes if possible." She couldn't help complaining in a low voice, and Snape gave her a hard knock on the head with the textbook. If the surrounding classmates hadn't laughed softly because of this, she probably wouldn't have been beaten. "And you, Mr. Jordan. Put away your stupid smile. It's time to suggest you focus on your apparent excess of dried nettles instead of your stupid companion's jokes," Snape said. Li immediately held back his smile and lowered his head.

"He definitely heard it." Lee whispered after Snape left.

"I suggest that we all stop talking to avoid being thrown out." Sylvia said depressedly.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion ahead. Sylvia looked up and saw that Snape's robe was full of splattered liquid, and it seemed that he had deftly blocked all the scabies potions with his robe. Fred and George gave innocent looks, as if terrified.

The two of them definitely did it on purpose, and they figured out the right angle, and none of their classmates suffered.

Snape waved his wand and swept away the potion spilled on the ground. "I think you probably put the porcupine quill in without taking the pot off the fire, didn't you? Or was it on purpose?" Snape said coldly, with a look that seemed to eat them both on the spot.

"They're both finished." Lee whispered in Sylvia's ear.

"Be optimistic, Li. Maybe it's just a deduction?" Sylvia wasn't sure.

"We're sorry, sir." Fred gave a good smile. "We didn't expect something like this to happen." George played more like that.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." This sentence was accompanied by the end of the get out of class bell, which marked the end of today's Potions class.

"It's disgusting." Sylvia shuddered at the thought of those slugs.

"Yeah? That old bat." "It's disgusting," Fred and George said behind her.

"I mean slugs!" Sylvia looked at them both.

"Slug? That's your nickname for Snape?" "Not bad, though a little worse than the old bat." They both thought.

"You must not be heard by him." Sylvia stared, "And I didn't say he was a slug!"

"Say so." "You are very happy." They both said with a smile.

"I couldn't hold back." Sylvia whispered.

"We couldn't help it either." "We couldn't help but want to see him covered in scabies." They both laughed.

"Come on you guys, you gave Gryffindor thirty points." Emily turned her head.

"Thirty points for two people." "Fifteen points for one person." The two of them thought for a while, and said in unison, "It's not too bad, right!"

"Could it be worse?" Patricia's eyes widened.

"I believe this is really just your average level." Sylvia couldn't help laughing.

"I don't think Professor McGonagall will let you go." Angelina commented pertinently.

"We're not afraid of Professor McGonagall." "Of course we don't want her to be too angry about it." Both Fred and George showed innocent expressions.

"I don't think Charlie will let you go," Sylvia said. Fred and George looked at her sharply: "That's right! Sylvia." "We also have a dear prefect brother."

"Fred! George!" Charlie stood at the door of the auditorium, akimbo looking at them. "Look." "Come on." Fred and George said with smiles still on their faces.

Looks like we won't have a good potions class in the future. Me too, and so did Fred and George.

Sylvia sighed.

The author has something to say:

I personally enjoyed this chapter! !

Finally potions class! ! !

The feud between Seale and Snape has finally begun! (ecstasy

I find it impossible to avoid dialogue when writing a Gemini story, especially since Seale is also a rowdy kid.