I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

A few days later, today is the Potions class that Carl is looking forward to the most. Ravenclaw and Slytherin take the Potions class together, and Sever can lead the whole class. Even if he is fat and paralyzed, it is no problem at all.

Sever, vegetable, laolao!!!

Walking down the stairs, Carl was shocked by the oncoming cool air. The temperature underground is a bit chilly compared to the ground. He remembered that the Sorting Hat said that he could also be sorted into Slytherin during the sorting.

Well, warm-blooded animals are really not suitable to lie in the cellar with snakes. Carl and Sever came to the classroom together. Alice has her own social circle. She plays well with her roommates, so she doesn't go with the boys.

"Have you remembered all the key points I marked for you?" Sever suddenly said on the way, and Carl's pace paused slightly.

"Have you remembered?" Sever asked again.

"Well, why don't you remember it?" Carl's eyes wandered and his hands and feet gestured unnaturally, looking a little guilty.

Just when Carl thought that Sever was going to scold him, Sever just sighed slightly and said in a tone of "as expected", "I knew you would be like this."

"Be in a group with me later, but don't think that I will help you complete the work. I will do it once and then you have to learn to do it again by myself." Sever instructed. Carl's imitation ability is very strong. As long as he has done it once, he will grasp the essence next time, and he has perfect practical ability. You can see the general idea through his imitation of Cece's words and deeds, but he is not very good at memorizing the contents of the book. Even if it seems that he has tried his best, but...

It can't be said that it is completely impossible, but it can only be said that the effect is minimal. For example, when making cookies, Penny gave him a lot of useful dessert notes, but Carl couldn't understand them at all.

"Okay." Carl lowered his head and accepted the proposal, his fingers on his chest showing a wronged look.

"Are you upset to be in the same group with me, Mr. Koster?" Siver smiled but his heart was not. Carl did not confront him but blinked his bright blue eyes and continued to give in, showing a pitiful expression of being bullied.

"..." Siver clenched his hands, put them down, put them down, and clenched them again, and then he just said something with some shame and anger.

"Forget it, I can't do anything to you. If you really can't do it, I will help you."

Carl made a scissors gesture with his hands behind his back, but he did not immediately put away his crying cat-head expression the next second, after all, that would be a bit too obvious.

"Really?" Carl continued to blink his blue eyes and continued to output. Siver glanced at him, threw up his sleeves, and walked away quickly, his sleeves flying up, revealing the posture of a snake king for the first time.

"Siver!"

"Really, so hurry up and catch up."

Hearing Carl calling him, Siver did not turn around but instead quickened his pace. Seeing that he heard what he wanted to hear, Carl immediately hummed a little tune and followed happily.

"Don't walk so fast."

After entering the Potions classroom, the air around was a little colder. Carl thought that if he came to the cellar next time, he should buy more clothes. He shouldn't think that the hot summer has not been over for a long time and wear so little.

Carl wiped his sleeves a few times. During this time, Slughorn had already appeared at the podium. Carl decided to ignore this cold feeling and listen to the class carefully.

Slughorn is a good teacher. His teaching style is very humorous and he can integrate knowledge. In short, he is better than the ghost professor of the history of magic. At least Carl can understand most of it.

Then it was practice. Of course, Carl was in a group with Sever as agreed. Sever began to grind the snake's teeth. He showed Carl the technique and threw it to Carl.

"Sever--"

"If you make a mistake, I will help you correct it." Sever was about to start dealing with the slug, but he still reserved some eyes for Carl.

Carl shrugged and started to look. His technique was very clumsy. After a few grindings, he couldn't turn the tool at all. Even if he put his hand on the stone pestle with the greatest strength, it was completely useless.

After a few more grindings, he still couldn't grind it at all. Because he was too hard, even though he was freezing just now, he was now covered in a thin layer of sweat.

How could this happen! He couldn't grind it at all! ! !

"Sif..." Carl sought help from outside the field. If he couldn't beat him, he would call for help. Sif would definitely not ignore me.

Sif hadn't observed Carl for a while, but he didn't expect him to be so outrageous. He almost fainted when he saw Carl's technique. "Is that what I did just now, Carl!"

"Isn't it?" Carl retorted weakly. Sif supported his forehead and tried to follow his breath so that he didn't faint from being angered by this idiot.Calm down. I need to calm down. This is Carlos Coster, my best friend. He is not an annoying thing, nor a troll, mandrake or splendens. He is even a Ravenclaw, not a lion. He should be very smart. He is just a little uncomfortable... No wonder!

"The angle is wrong! There are so many angles, why did you choose the most laborious one? Are you stupid?!" Sever was puzzled. It was a miracle in every sense that he was wrong to this extent.

"Then the left side." Carl moved his hand. He observed Sever's eyes while moving the pestle. He was still helpless and disappointed. That was still wrong.

"Then the right side?" Carl shifted the direction of his grip again. This time, Sever's eyes were not the problem. The corners of his mouth began to twitch and made an expression similar to a sneer.

"It's not that I held the wrong end of the pestle?" Carl raised the pestle and planned to observe whether the direction was correct. Sever lowered his head fiercely. He didn't understand why he was angry with this idiot.

"Put it down." Siver said, he came over, Carl obediently put the pestle into the mortar, and listened quietly to Siver's next instruction.

"Don't hold your hands, relax." Carl let go of his hands and put them in the air in a relaxed posture. Siver stepped forward and half-held his palms, put all the fingers in the position where they should be held, and turned Carl to a most labor-saving posture.

"Just like that, start grinding. This is the first and last time. Follow this in the future. I won't teach you next time." Siver turned around to do his own work, looking very selfless.

"Siver, you are so nice." Carl flattered and started grinding. Unexpectedly, he originally thought it would save a lot of effort, but he didn't expect it to be so labor-saving. There were only some minor setbacks in the front, and the next grinding work was as smooth as eating Dove.

Wow, Sri Lanka.