Learn Magic at Hogwarts

When get out of class was over, a certain kind of little wizards came out with a white face, not only because of Snape's rant, but also because of their homework.

A...reflection paper, the content of which is roughly to reflect on what mistakes you made when you boiled the potion in class, and then self-repent and correct.

Sounds like a no-brainer?

No, among the young wizards, some were ordered to re-cook three or four times, making different mistakes again and again, and some seemed to be generally correct, but the cooking effect was completely wrong. No, Snape yelled at him countless times during the whole process.

In fact, even the young wizards who successfully brewed the potion were not spared from this homework, because what they brewed can only be regarded as ordinary quality. Naturally, Snape's requirements for this kind of students are relatively high. After class, reflect on why you didn't make a higher quality potion.

Anyway, there is only one, and everyone must have homework, so go and reflect on it!

Noah couldn't help covering his ears when he walked out of the classroom, and Koya stuck his head out from his cuff, swallowing snake letters.

The smell of the potions classroom can be imagined, and it is torture for the snakes that catch the smell.

Eve stopped beside him, with a sad face: "Professor Snape is too fierce, and I heard that he prefers Slytherin."

This doesn't seem to be biased at all, shouldn't it be scolded!

"After all, he is a famous master of potions." Noah comforted Keya, and said, "Strict requirements are inevitable."

"I understand why there are so few potion masters." Eve couldn't help but snorted coldly.

But soon she shut her mouth, because Snape had come out after tidying up the classroom, and saw the two standing at the door at a glance.

"Lannister, Lestrange, are you two standing here intending to stand guard?" Snape glanced at them, "If you have time to daze here, why don't you think about how to finish your homework."

After he finished speaking, he walked away quickly, as vigorously as when he came, and didn't even notice Keya who was blocked by Noah's hand.

Eve, who was reprimanded inexplicably again, was silent for a while: "Now I know why the seniors are avoiding the dean."

Maybe it would be a mockery to be caught usually.

Noah was not surprised at all, and even compared to last time, the professor was more lenient.

Noah didn't plan to go to the library this time either. After all, dinner time was approaching. Rather than going to the library to study, it was better to comfort himself physically and mentally exhausted.

Keya spat out a letter to indicate that it was also hungry, and confidently asked for bird eggs.

"Bird eggs? It looks like we might need to go to the kitchen first." Noah nodded to Keya's little head, "I hope there will be some raw eggs in the kitchen."

Upon hearing that it was an egg, Keya poked out more parts and spat out the letter in protest.

"At most seagull eggs, you have to consider that it is the Hogwarts kitchen, it is impossible to find too many wild bird eggs for you, you see, chickens, ducks and geese are all birds, and they are also bird eggs." Nuo Err tried to convince it.

Eve on the side watched him arguing with Keya in a low voice, her expression gradually became strange.

Soon Noah realized the strange look in her eyes: "What's wrong?"

"Are you really not a snake tongue?" Eve asked her soul.

"I can't speak Parseltongue."

"But you can communicate with him!"

"I can only communicate with him."

"...well, if you insist."

Eve closed her mouth, ending the familiar conversation.

Noah also stopped arguing with Keya and made a compromise: "Okay, let's go see if there are any other eggs."

Keya retracted his sleeves in satisfaction, and hid himself again.

They were lucky enough to get some pigeon eggs, seagull eggs and quail eggs from house elves.

Since Keya thought the eggs were too ordinary, Noah didn't take the eggs.

After Keya swallowed two quail eggs, Noah and Eve, who thanked the group of house elves, returned to the restaurant.

Half an hour had passed by this time, and the restaurant was still full.

The little wizards are all enjoying the food, and even the professors are sitting on high seats and eating food.

Someone cast their eyes on the two who had just entered, but they quickly looked away without interest.

Noah and Eve took a seat at the long Slytherin table and began to enjoy the food of the dinner.

At this time, Noah saw someone take out a wand, and he was ready to aim the wand at the cup.

The little wizards around him immediately put down the tableware in their hands, and waited intently for his next spellcasting.

He chanted a long series of spells, which didn't sound serious, and Noah couldn't hear them very well, but the little wizard's first spell casting obviously failed, he was not discouraged, and soon began to repeat the spell again and again. try.

"Gryffindor?" Eve recognized the long table, "I heard that Gryffindor likes the challenge of turning drinks into wine."

"Butter beer?"

"I don't know." Eve was not interested in this, "Is our class tomorrow an astronomy class?"

"Well, the classroom is in the tower at the highest point of the castle." Noah also looked away.

Astronomy class is after dinner, which means they have a day to relax.

"Do you have time tomorrow?"

Noah looked suspiciously, and Eve continued, "Do you know the club?"

Noah raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.

"There are two clubs in Slytherin, one is the Potion Club and the other is the Glory Club." Eve said, "The former was founded by Professor Snape, and the latter is a club founded by a Slytherin student himself."

"Which one are you going to join?" Noah guessed what she was thinking.

"I have received an invitation from the Glory Club." Eve's words revealed enough content.

The Glory Club, and thinking about Eve's invitation, it is not difficult to imagine that it is a club for pure blood, maybe the composition of its members has something to do with those so-called pure blood families.

Thinking of this, Noah lost interest in this club.

Although he is a Slytherin now, he has no sense of pure blood. To some extent, those little wizards from Muggle families who are looked down upon by so-called pure blood are more talented, but pure The blood is superior and unwilling to admit it.

But... is there any difference between purebloods and young wizards from Muggle families?Is there any difference between those bloodlines that pure blood is proud of?

Noah looked thoughtfully at Eve beside her.

Eve: "?"

"Is there anything the Potions Club wants?" He cut a piece of potato and stopped his dangerous thoughts.

"I don't know, maybe you can ask Professor Snape." Eve saw his lack of interest, "Or we can go and have a look together tomorrow."

"Alright." Noah nodded, he was more interested in the club.