A sharp Hogwarts

"He made up an improvised rule! Mrs. Pince never said that!"

Harry watched Snape limping away, muttering angrily.

The confiscated book "Quidditch Origins" was borrowed by Hermione, and he would have to pay for it if he couldn't get it back.

"By the way, have you noticed Snape's legs? He has been limping for several days."

"I don't know, but I hope it hurts a lot," Ron gloated.

However, Hermione's focus is obviously different from Ron and Harry.

"Testing medicine? At this time?!"

She turned her head and looked at Dalia beside her worriedly.

"How about I go find Professor McGonagall? Tomorrow you will have to fly to the sky to judge the game..."

"Actually, that's what I planned too - isn't this... too weird?!"

Dalia nodded and looked at Snape's back with a frown.

Snape was the Head of Slytherin House and a recognized Potions Master.

Who knows if he might take the opportunity to give her some medicine - you know, she doesn't have Harry's emerald eyes.

…………

In the afternoon, at the entrance of the Transfiguration classroom.

The last class today happened to be Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration.

It was convenient for Dalia and others to "complain", but the result was different from what they imagined.

Professor McGonagall didn't know what kind of ecstasy soup had been poured into her, but she actually smiled and suggested that Dalia go to Snape's side.

"Don't go, he must be trying to poison you!"

"But Professor McGonagall also agreed - she doesn't want to harm Dalia, does she?"

"That's not necessarily true. Based on my observations just now, Professor McGonagall seems to have something wrong..."

Ron glanced at Professor McGonagall who disappeared at the end of the corridor, lowered his voice, looked at Harry and others mysteriously and said.

"I bet my magic knife that Snape must have put some kind of curse on Professor McGonagall - I remember hearing Bill mention it the year before last."

"Snape can't have any good intentions. There's a game tomorrow, and he wishes you and Harry couldn't even play!"

"...I think I still have to go over there and have a look."

Hermione thought for a few seconds, shook her head slightly, and analyzed calmly.

"It is definitely impossible to cast a curse. Professor McGonagall is no worse than Professor Snape."

"I suspect that he just found an excuse to kill Dalia's energy. If he doesn't go, it will give him the opportunity to punish Dalia."

"Yeah, I think so too. Professor McGonagall agrees, there shouldn't be any danger."

Dalia nodded, picked up her schoolbag and put it on Stinky Tofu's back, shrugging her shoulders with a relaxed expression.

"Don't worry, I'll take Stinky Tofu with me - it's at least equivalent to an adult troll and a half."

A moment later, the basement of Hogwarts Castle.

Under the worried looks of Harry, Hermione and Ron.

Dalia waved her hand and opened the door of the Potions Professor's office with a decisive and tragic look.

…………

"You're late - seven minutes."

As Dalia pushed the door open and entered, Snape's voice floated out from the darkness.

Dalia was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, just in time to see Snape walking out of the shadows of the room.

"After the Transfiguration class ended today, Professor McGonagall called to stop..."

"I'm not interested in knowing why you were late."

Snape said coldly, he drew out his magic knife and swung it casually to the side.

The next moment, flames shot up from the fireplace, and fire also rose under the row of cauldron racks on the wall.

"I've written the basic potion ingredients and processing specifications on the side. If you don't finish cooking, you don't have to go back to the bedroom to sleep tonight."

"Huh? These... all of them?!"

Dalia turned her head and glanced at the ingredients piled on the cooking table.

Don't be impulsive, impulsiveness is the devil!

The corners of Dalia's eyes twitched slightly, trying hard to resist the thought of pulling out a kitchen knife and hacking Snape to death.

She admitted child labor, she also admitted illegal drug testing...

but……

Isn't this a little too much? !

Even if you only measure it with the naked eye, the ingredients piled there are enough to make a meal for at least a dozen people!