The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

After Potions class was over on Wednesday morning, everyone fled the classroom under Snape's murderous gaze.

But Cyrus and Hermione didn't get up immediately, because they still needed to hand in their research paper on Compound Potion, and Cyrus didn't expect anything from it, knowing that he would have to take it back to revise this time.

Just kidding... They weren't students of Slytherin, Snape might be stuck for a whole year.

"I'll stand behind you later..." Cyrus hid behind Hermione, bit by bit, reluctantly moved towards Snape.

"What's the matter? What a genius! I don't pay for food here..." Unfortunately, Snape's gaze went directly over Hermione's shoulders, his mouth was only slightly opened, and his upper lip made a trembling sound.

"Of course~ If you are willing to help me test the effect of the potion, I can still guarantee...at least you won't be hungry"

Although Cyrus' actions had gained him a little bit of approval, his attitude towards him was only slightly better than Potter's... and that Weasley and Longbottom.

"We're just here to submit a thesis..." Hermione skillfully stopped her words at the beginning of the lecture.

"Let me see... Huh, it's not bad, at least I corrected my last correction, unlike some people in Gryffindor." Snape glanced around leisurely, muttering.

Granger was able to make Polyjuice Potion in the second year, which in Snape's opinion was barely qualified.

And this 'barely qualified' standard, looking at the entire Hogwarts, perhaps no one can make it successfully at one time, so it is only a 'just qualified' potion maker for Snape.

This means that he will reluctantly pass on some potion knowledge.

"Miss Granger, you just showed your potential in Ravenclaw, don't be too proud." Snape secretly belittled Gryffindor, "But obviously, you didn't read it in your new paper." To the shadow of wolfbane potion..."

"The ingredients for Wolfsbane potion are too scarce," Cyrus explained.

"What about the theory? Regarding the 'Effect of Wolfsbane Potion on Dire Wolf'... If you want to go deeper into the taboo potion, you must understand the meaning." Snape listed several hypotheses.

For example, animal instincts are produced during the semi-animalization process of the human body, so the wolfbane potion can give a more perfect answer... because the potion itself is for the werewolf to maintain human sanity during the full moon.

And when Hermione recalled her previous experience, she found that she had some suppressed impulses at that time.

When the two were still about to say something, Snape curled his lips, casually pointed at the cabinet beside him and said with a sneer:

"Fu Zicao is there, and the rest is in my office...don't take more, it doesn't matter if you take more, anyway, I'm not the one who is unlucky, haha"

Don't get me wrong, he was just curious about how far Cyrus and Miss Granger could go in Potions. Snape, who was originally a master of Potions, naturally also practiced the research of the two.

But it's a pity...no one wants to try the drug, a pity...if Sirius Black didn't escape, he might still be able to ask the other party to 'help'.

Next to the Potions classroom in the basement was Snape's office. When they were standing at the door, they saw Malfoy coming down the stairs. He seemed to be looking for Head Slytherin.

According to Weasley, the Slytherin lounge was located near Snape's office, which is why the pranks couldn't hit the snake's lair.

Hermione ignored him as if she didn't see him, which made Draco hold the parchment tightly.

"Draco?" Snape also caught a glimpse of him, and asked him what's the matter with a blank expression, then went into the office to get the potion ingredients, the door was open, but Cyrus didn't want to go in either.

"I'm here to hand in the homework you assigned." Draco straightened his back and said, "Why are Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff here? I thought you would only hang out with Gryffindors "

"Obviously they are different types," Snape replied perfunctorily, "Like you, they also came to hand in homework... If you are lucky, you will see new theories in a few years, and replace Potter in terms of fame."

Hermione gave Draco an absurd look, as if she'd spotted a madman on high at the door of Downing Street.

"I'm so sorry~ Did you also study with the professor today? But unfortunately, we are discussing the potion theory of human body deformation." Cyrus was patted on the back of the hand by the girl, and he instantly understood what she meant.

"Oh~ why? This is Slytherin..." Draco didn't make any unnecessary movements, but respectfully placed the homework in Snape's hand, and continued:

"By the way, professor, I have already learned the spell you handed in last time."

Slytherin is different from them, at least the dean is on their side, just by looking at the deducted points.

"Draco... I already know about the spell, come back tonight." Snape hesitated, but still firmly chose his love for potions, "I'm brewing potions, so I can't be disturbed"

"What about them?" Draco lost his composure when he heard the headmaster's answer.

And Cyrus and Hermione had already slipped in through the crack of the door, standing proudly behind Snape, showing their heads and smiling triumphantly.

"They are here to observe..." Snape frowned slightly, and looked at his students suspiciously, "If you can also successfully make the Polyjuice Potion once, I also welcome it."

"But...professor, they're not Slytherins!!"

What did Draco Malfoy see?A Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw mudblood couple just walked into the Slytherin head's office? ?

His lips moved as if he were chewing on a nut with his front teeth.

But in the end, he still didn't dare to say those three words in front of Snape, so Draco could only stand at the door and stare blankly.

"I need to correct you, Professor Snape is the head of Hogwarts," Hermione said suddenly, not caring that Snape turned to stare at her bat head.

"Okay, Draco, they won't waste too much of my time. If I were you, I would definitely use this time to practice more, because I will seriously test you." Snape said quickly, and immediately closed the door. the door.

Then he looked at Hermione and Cyrus in the dimly lit room.

"You're just here to observe potion making, there's no reason other than that." His clothes blended perfectly into the environment.

The light is dim, and the shelves against the wall are filled with countless glass specimen jars. On the wall shelves of the arc-shaped room, there are hundreds of canned potion raw materials, such as sacculus, African tree snake slough, and nymphs.

It is simply a carnival paradise for potion lovers.

There was a wooden door in the innermost part, which was a private storage room, which was used to store the potion ingredients that Snape had privately stored.

Snape sat at the round desk, which was covered with various instruments, and the two also saw the chemical and medical glass equipment among them, and Snape seemed to guess what the two were thinking.

"I'm just trying it out, after all...who knows if it's practical," he said evasively.

"Of course... poof... how does it feel then?" Cyrus couldn't help laughing, which caught Snape's gloomy gaze. "Isn't it more precise and convenient?"

"Miss Granger, do you know that there is the most intuitive and convenient way to make potions?" the professor gently asked Hermione beside him.

"do not know"

"That's...preparing the ingredients in advance! You! Chop the fuzicao for me first~" Snape turned his head sharply, and pointed his rough fingers from under the black robe,

"What are you still doing in a daze? Are you infected by Potter's stupid energy!"

Cyrus: Why so loud! (Then go to Professor Dumbledore!)

"Isn't there a ready-made potion there?" Cyrus pointed to the werewolf potion that was being brewed, and there were remaining ingredients beside it.

But Snape didn't seem to notice, just grinned in disgust, showing his sinister teeth, he turned his head and said to Hermione, "He doesn't usually listen to you?"

He paused, and seemed to have thought of a good solution, so he recommended: "If this is the case, I recommend Gregory Flatterer."

A flattering potion, which can make the user believe that the person who gave him the potion is his best friend, and people with weaker wills will willingly do anything for the other party.

"I see, if I have a chance to try it." Hermione seemed to be seriously considering this matter, although she had already made Cyrus do most of the things willingly, but she would have to pay a little price for it .

It was a price like a poison, making it easy for both of them to sink.

"Oh... you should be very suitable for Slytherin"

Snape watched as Cyrus grabbed Fu Zicao in embarrassment and quickly cut it into neat pieces.

"But the Sorting Hat says I'm only good for Ravenclaw and Gryffindor..."

"Really? Then you should be glad that you were not assigned to Gryffindor" Snape usually spoke very little, but whenever he criticized all things that were not pleasing to the eye, he always had a rare spirit excitement.

"The Sorting Hat said: I'm a good fit for Ravenclaw too," Cyrus protested.

But Snape turned around and began to criticize the wizard hat again, saying:

"Obviously, that stupid hat should be retired, and if you're fit for Ravenclaw, then Potter should be in Slytherin...uh~ It's sickening to think about..."

Snape felt sick at the thought of Potter's face on the Slytherin wall.

And Hermione didn't dare to have any objections, she could only lower her head, secretly glanced at Cyrus who was detested by Snape from time to time, and then hid herself and laughed.

Today's winner: Severus Snape.

(By the way, how about the last two episodes? This weekend is still a serious episode)