All things are three at Hogwarts

Just then, Hagrid walked into the Great Hall.

He was wearing his long moleskin coat and absentmindedly waving a dead polecat with one large hand.

"How about it?" He stopped walking to the staff table and said enthusiastically, "Come and take my first class! Just after lunch! I got up at five o'clock in the morning and put all the Everything is ready... I hope the class goes well... I finally became a teacher... It's really..."

He smiled happily at Harry and the others, nodded at Alan, and continued walking towards the staff table, still holding the dead polecat in his hand.

"I don't know what he's been preparing for?" Ron said, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"With Alan's suggestion, it shouldn't be too far off." Harry hurriedly swallowed the last bite of his sandwich.

The students were all rushing to attend their first class, and there were gradually fewer people in the auditorium.

"What was your first class?" Penello asked Allen curiously, and Luna stared at him with wide eyes.

"Oh, Potions class!" Allen didn't understand why they looked at her like this.

"My first class is Transfiguration. We are on different paths!" Penello looked at his class schedule regretfully.

"By the way, Professor Snape's face looks very bad, you have to be careful." Penello looked at Professor Snape at the teacher's desk and warned Allen softly.

Allen followed her gaze and saw Professor Snape staring at Professor Lupine with an unkind look on his face, as if Professor Lupine owed him a million gold galleons.

Despite his bad mood, Professor Snape was still keenly aware of Alan's gaze.

His eyes were like daggers, and he looked over instantly.

Meeting Professor Snape's eyes, Allen felt embarrassed, but an extremely gentle and polite smile broke out on his face.

Seeing that it was Allen, Professor Snape nodded slightly, stopped looking at Allen, and began to enjoy his breakfast.

Allen breathed a sigh of relief.

"He won't make things difficult for you." Luna said dreamily.

"I won't give him a chance to be embarrassed either." Allen smiled.

"Whoever wants to embarrass you will be the one who embarrasses you in the end." Penello winked slyly.

The Potions classroom is underground, cold and eerie.

Glass jars lined with macabre stuffed animals line the walls.

Cold water pours out of the mouth of the strange-looking stone sculpture with a human face in the corner.

When everyone set up the crucible, Professor Snape walked into the classroom briskly.

"I'm going to make a new magic potion today, a shrinking potion. Does anyone know what materials it requires? What is its effect?"

Professor Snape's eyes swept across the little wizards.

Everyone was silent, not daring to touch his gaze.

Except for one person, Ellen of Ravenclaw.

Thinking of the look between Allen and him that morning, Professor Snape called Allen's name.

"To make a shrinking potion, you need to chop the roots of daisies, peel the shrunken figs, cut the caterpillars into thin slices, add a drop of mouse bile and a little leech juice. Its effect is to make objects Shrink.”

Alan answered calmly, looking directly at Professor Snape.

Professor Snape stared at Allen with a gloomy look, and the little wizards in Ravenclaw looked at Allen worriedly.

"Very good, plus five points for Ravenclaw!" To everyone's surprise, Professor Snape actually gave Ravenclaw plus points!

And the attentive classmates found that his brows were not as tightly knitted as before.

Everyone looked at each other. Did Alan cast a confusion spell on the professor?

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and take notes!" Professor Snape knocked on the podium dissatisfied.

The little wizards all lowered their heads, picked up their pens, and started recording.

Next, under the dangerous gaze of Professor Snape, the little wizards carefully cut the roots of the daisies and peeled the figs carefully.

Everyone realized that although Professor Snape looked at Allen differently, it did not mean that they could relax their vigilance in class.

Allen cut the root of the daisy into even and equal pieces with neat movements. The Ravenclaws around him were already not surprised by this.

When Alan put all the materials into the crucible, other students were still fighting with the caterpillars.

The soft caterpillars are slimy after being cut and look very disgusting.

Hufflepuff's Hannah Abbott looked like she was about to cry as she kept wiping the green juice off her hands!

Seeing that Professor Snape had been inspecting the cauldron on the Ravenclaw side, Ernie Macmillan secretly turned his and Hannah's caterpillars into frozen caterpillars.

It's much easier to cut this way, and it doesn't make your hands dirty.

Hannah smiled gratefully at Ernie and Ernie winked at Hannah happily.

"Stupid!" Professor Snape said suddenly, his voice sounding extremely dangerous.

Ernie was so startled that he nearly knocked over the cauldron.

Professor Snape strode towards Ernie and Hannah.

All the little wizards put down their work and looked around, wondering who was so unlucky.

"Hmm, what a good idea? Freeze the caterpillars and then slice them into slices!"

Professor Snape picked up a piece of Ernie's cut caterpillar and held it up so everyone could see it.

"Do you think you are smarter than all potions masters? Didn't you hear me clearly saying that you cannot change the properties of medicinal materials at will? How can I explain it to you, MacMillan?"

Professor Snape stared at Ernie with the look in his eyes like a viper about to attack.

Ernie blushed, trembled, and was about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Hannah on the side sobbed, "It's all because of me that Ernie would come up with such a method."

"If you are afraid of getting dirty, then take the train and go home!" Professor Snape said coldly, "Otherwise it will only be a waste of medicinal materials."

"If get out of class is over and your potion cannot be brewed successfully, then Hufflepuff will deduct 20 points!" Professor Snape walked away from them.

Hannah covered her face, and the other Hufflepuff wizards looked at her sympathetically.

"Oh, we have no caterpillars!" Ernie said desperately, looking at the other students for help.

However, under the gaze of Professor Snape, no one dared to act rashly.

"Professor, I have successfully brewed the shrinking potion."

Alan raised his hand and Professor Snape walked towards Alan's cauldron.

From a distance, you can see the bright and dazzling green potion in Allen's crucible.

Professor Snape scooped up some with a spoon and slowly poured it back into the crucible. A smile appeared on his face, which shocked the little wizard who was paying attention here.