HP Magic Biography

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Ron re-prepared a little frustrated. Although it was not difficult to cut these roots of different sizes neatly, it made Ron very irritable.

But Malfoy obviously won't stop there, and Harry, he's only affecting Ron now.

Also, sir, I need someone to skin my figs, Malfoy said, with a malicious mirth in his voice.

Potter, you can skin Malfoy's figs, said Snape, giving Harry the disgusted look he had always reserved for Harry.

Harry had taken Malfoy's figs while Ron started trying to restore the roots he now had to use. Harry peeled the figs as fast as he could. Tossed to Malfoy across the table without saying a word. Malfoy smiled more maliciously.

Hey, Potter... Malfoy called in a low voice, Fan Lin swore that Snape would definitely hear him, but Professor Snape didn't intend to stop him at all. He was far away from here, he was looking for items to deduct points, Neville was a good choice, and Seamus was also fine.

Hey... Malfoy continued to yell tirelessly, but Harry didn't even bother to look up.

Come on, Potter... Malfoy said jokingly, his tone full of Malfoy-style sarcasm.

I think there's one thing I have here that you must be very interested in... Malfoy pretended to be deep, about your dirty friends with giant blood, Rubeus Hagrid and that damn stupid bird, What's it called... oh... yes... Buckbeak.

What do you want to do? Harry raised his head abruptly, anyone could hear the anger in his words, his voice was a bit loud, and he immediately attracted the attention of the people around him, but Professor Snape was like As if he hadn't heard it at all, with his back turned to them, Snape was giving Neville a one-on-one... point penalty.

Interested this time, Potter?

Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, or I won't let you go, if Hagrid has anything to do... Harry said angrily, and he slapped the things in his hand on the table.

It's really scary... Malfoy pretended to be trembling, as if imitating Neville, of course, this aroused Harry's anger even more...

He's screwed, Potter...

What did you say? Harry asked incredulously, What did you do?

I'm afraid he can no longer be a teacher,

said Malfoy with feigned distress. My dad wasn't happy that I got hurt—

Go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you the real deal, growled Ron.

...he's complained to the school administrators. He's complained to the Ministry of Magic too. My dad is a man of influence, you know. And a trauma like this is old and bad... Malfoy pretended He sighed heavily, If my arm can never return to its original shape, who knows what will happen?

So you pretend like that, said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar because his hands were shaking with rage, to try and get Hagrid fired.

Well, said Malfoy, lowering his voice to a whisper, it's partly true, Potter. But there are other benefits too. Weasley? Cut the caterpillars for me.

It's such a pity... Malfoy went on, with less than a week to go, our Professor of the Care of Fantastic Beasts is about to be fired... It's such an unfortunate thing...

Ron wished that Malfoy was the caterpillar under his hand. He cut hard with the knife, and the blade made a discordant ripping sound across the table.

Of course...and that big stupid bird... Malfoy lowered his voice again, You think it'll be fine, Potter?

... Harry panted heavily, he wanted to punch Malfoy hard in the face right now.

It's a brute, you know, and he's hurt a noble pure-blood wizard... Guess what happens to it, Potter?

Malfoy laughed out loud, Harry's anger brought him great satisfaction, and so did Hermione, she cut off a huge piece of her daisy root in one fell swoop, which startled Fan Lin.

A few seats down from them, Neville was in trouble, and he was having a one-on-one with Snape... snarky.

Neville always had a nervous breakdown in Potions; Potions was his worst subject, and since he was terrified of Snape, things were ten times worse.

His potion, which was supposed to be a bright green acid, turned into—Orange, Longbottom, said Snape, spooning a little out before letting it splash back into the cauldron so everyone could can see. Orange. Tell me, fool, has something penetrated this thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, clearly, that only a drop of rat bile was needed? Didn't I see Say, is a little leech sap enough? How can I explain it to you, Longbottom?

Nacheng's face turned pink and he was shaking. He looked like he was about to cry.

Sir, said Hermione, sir, with your permission, may I fix it for him?

I didn't ask you to show off, Miss Granger, Snape said dryly, and Hermione blushed as angry as Neville.

Longbottom, before get out of class is over today, we're going to feed your toad a few drops of this potion and see what happens. Maybe doing so will encourage you to make this potion well.

Snape walked away, leaving Neville terrified. Help me! he moaned to Hermione.

Neville... Fan Lin said quietly, he controlled his notebook and flew towards Neville.

But at this moment, Snape seemed to have recovered his keen perception. With a movement of his finger, Fan Lin's notes returned to Fan Lin's desk uncontrollably, and now Fan Lin couldn't pick up the notes at all.

You too... Snape said coldly, I think you can complete the configuration of this potion without relying on notes.

But, Professor Snape... Fan Lin said anxiously, Neville...

Longbottom doesn't need any kind of help, this is teaching, which helps that pig brain of Longbottom to remember... well... maybe I'm thinking too much... Snape tried his best He said mockingly, Now, concentrate on configuring your potions. If you don't make them before class ends, I don't mind spilling your failed potions into your dinner!

For a moment, all the little wizards were afraid to look around, and Snape would really do it. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.