The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

Back in the Forbidden Forest, and stroking Shay's smooth hair, Aini gradually calmed down.

No matter what secrets this world hides, it is not something that a little wizard can wantonly explore.

He was still very young, if he hadn't received the admission letter from Hogwarts, Aini would be just a fifth grader now.

Maybe he is in the Hufflepuff lounge with his classmates, preparing for OWLs. Aini has always been a partial subject student, and choosing courses in the third grade will definitely give him a headache.

Uh!

Aini raised his hand and pinched his chin. Based on his academic qualifications, he seems to be?

Well, it doesn't seem like, I am indeed an illiterate in the wizarding world...

Of course, the things in his little head are enough to disdain most adult wizards, and fully meet the standards of Hogwarts professors.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in this school is enough to pull the hips, and Dumbledore will not make other subjects unreliable.

Nearly a month of teaching life has also proved that the old headmaster has excellent vision. Both Bill and Aini have shown above-level abilities, even though they are still very young.

But it is precisely because of his youth that he still has a lot of time available, the world is not counting down to destruction, and there is no enemy behind him forcing him to run around, and his strength is far from reaching the bottleneck.

Let's talk about death and other things later.

Leaning against Philip's generous body, Aini took out some refreshments and sipped a copy of "Analysis of Magic Theory".

Our little professor was a little confused just now, so he simply didn't go to the auditorium for dinner. For people with good teeth, Hagrid's small snacks are really wonderful.

After the rattling sound in his mouth disappeared, Aini washed up briefly, snuggled up to the unicorns and let go of his thoughts.

The Forbidden Forest under the moonlight is noisy and quiet, and the shadow of the oak tree is getting longer and longer...

The next day, the little wizards other than Slytherin always felt that the world was a little unreal, or that Professor Snape had been dropped.

Although he still had a dead face, most of the strong negative aura that followed him before had dissipated.

Even the Slytherin students were a little surprised. Professor Snape had never been so "easy-going" when he got along with the little snakes in his own college.

Could it be that the dean was cast with the Imperius Curse when he went out this time?

The third-year Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students experienced two unforgettable potions lessons.

From the eyes of the little lions and little eagles, this was Snape's first lecture after his return. God knows how much venom he had accumulated, and even some little wizards thought about making a will.

Fredella and his younger brother and Jordan plan to swallow the alchemy materials together, but it is a pity that skipping class sugar only exists in their imagination.

However, the facts completely deviated from the imagination of the little wizards.

Facing the students who made mistakes, Snape seemed to be a different person. The venom he spit was replaced by corrective words. Although his attitude was not friendly, he successfully changed from being mean to serious.

This made the Gryffindors, who were accustomed to being hit repeatedly in potions class, a little unaccustomed to it, until Jordan slapped the ground with hysterical laughter.

The hapless kid really believed the twins' threats and thought it would be a great idea to spend his Potions class in the school infirmary.

So when Snape appeared in the classroom, the Quidditch commentator, who had always criticized Slytherin for not sparing any effort, gulped down the handful of crumbs he had just squeezed out of the twins' pockets, full of complacency.

It is a pity that the twins are real dogs, and Jordan is also a real back.

Judging from his symptoms, it was not difficult to infer the source of the dust. Perhaps they did not come from Africa, but they must have grown on some ariot tree.

Also known as the hyena tree, the leaves of this tree can be chopped up to make a laughing potion, which can make people laugh even if they are taken directly, but the effect is a little slower.

People often use the shutting spell on themselves when picking Ariotte leaves, so as not to accidentally let the leaves float into their mouths.

The minute measure doesn't make you laugh out loud, but at some point during the week ahead, it will make you laugh out loud.

Momoso Ramha is the only recorded wizard who died of exposure to the sun.

Picking Ariot leaves was his main source of income. Before the onset of symptoms, a powerful and powerful wizard was reciting a eulogy for his teacher...

After being taken to the school infirmary, poor Jordan passed out.

Fortunately, laughter potion is often used in prank products. Sad bug honey is a must-have for Madam Pomfrey who has been facing a group of fur children for many years. This honey can effectively dispel the magic effect of Ariot leaves .

Except for Jordan's troublesome moth, the rest of the students finished the Potions class smoothly, and excitedly shared their experiences in the auditorium.

Aini smiled unconsciously, it seemed that Severus had found the answer.

What very few people knew was that every Potions class had complicated feelings for Snape.

The love of his life had an extraordinary talent in potions, and every time he watched the young wizards prepare potions, Snape recalled the good times in this classroom.

No matter where she is, she will be the one who attracts the most attention.

Especially this year, Snape seemed to see her shadow in a freshman, but Miss Granger was far from Lily, whether it was in talent or character.

Of course, for our potions professor, what lady can match the lily in his heart?

History is always surprisingly similar, and this girl who reminded him of the light in his heart actually sat next to a Potter.

Whenever I see Lily in class, I can't ignore the other hateful faces.

Blake, Lupine, Pettigrew, the three nasty ones who were always against him, and the most disgusting bigot, James Potter.

Every time he saw Lily's child, he could always think of these four faces, which made his mood alternate between nostalgia and hatred.

This also puts the little wizards in the classroom in dire straits.

Aini very much hoped that Snape's plan would not fail, the death of this loyal person was the ending he most wanted to change.

Snape didn't come to the auditorium to eat, and Aini ate some casually, and consciously stepped on the steps leading to the underground.

Every time he entered the basement of Hogwarts, Aini couldn't restrain his desire to complain.

Inadequate torches cannot illuminate all corners, and the shadowy green decorations are very permeating in the flickering firelight.

Every time you take a step, you can hear the echo from the end. It seems that there is a faint shadow hanging behind. People always want to look back suddenly, and they are afraid of seeing something weird. Compared with facing the ghost, it is not sad thing.

The entrances to the Potions classroom, Hufflepuff and Slytherin lounges are all here, and the little wizards who come and go finally add a bit of popularity to the somewhat gloomy environment.

When he came to the entrance of the Potions Professor's office, the door was opened from the inside, and a big nose poked out first.