Hogwarts: Don’t panic, Old Deng, I won’t be the Dark Lord

The Potions classroom is in the basement. It is damp and dark, with low tones, and the whole classroom looks extremely serious.

Of course, this serious atmosphere also infected the little wizards. At this time, these little wizards did not chatter and make a mess like other classes. Instead, they sat upright and looked at the crucible in front of them quietly.

"Oh my God, why do we have to have classes with Slytherin students!" Ron muttered while sitting in his seat.

"I..." Just as Harry was about to answer, the door to the classroom opened wide the next moment, and a man wearing black robes with a gloomy face and long hair that didn't look like he had been washed walked in. It was Snape. professor.

Professor Snape stood on the podium with a gloomy expression, quietly looking at the little wizards under the podium.

There is no doubt that silence is powerful, especially for a teacher as serious and somber as Snape.

Professor Snape was silent for two minutes, and then said in his low magnetic voice: "Here, I don't need you to wave your wand stupidly, so you may wonder whether it is magic or not."

"Of course I don't expect you to experience the beauty of the gurgling sound of the potion slowly simmering in the crucible, nor do I expect you to feel the mysterious magic in the liquid flowing in your veins."

"You are here just to learn from me how to increase reputation, brew honor, and prevent death. Of course, the premise is that you cannot be those common idiots." After Professor Snape finished speaking, the entire classroom was silent, but Sisley still keenly felt that the emotions of the little wizards in the entire classroom were aroused.

Everyone gasped subconsciously, as if they had seen the beauty described by Professor Snape.

"Potter! Let me ask you, what will you get if you put the powder of narcissus root into the wormwood water?" Professor Snape said suddenly.

Harry subconsciously stood up and looked at Sisley and Hermione on his right.

Upon seeing this, Sisley was about to cover his mouth and tell Harry the answer quietly, but the next moment he heard Snape's voice: "Mr. Thorne? What are you covering your mouth for?"

"Professor, I want to sneeze!" Sisley explained, rubbing his nose.

"The Potions classroom must be kept clean and tidy. If you want to sneeze, please bear it until get out of class is over." Snape said and left.

Sisley just watched quietly as Snape kept asking questions to Harry. No, questions were not appropriate, they should be targeted.

Without him, although the questions Snape asked were basic, they covered too much. It would be impossible for an ordinary little wizard to memorize the entire book.

Unless it's that kind of abnormal little wizard.

"Hermione, put your hands down!" Sisley looked at Hermione who was sitting next to her with her hands raised in the air and was about to stand up and whispered.

Hermione was a little confused, but she still put her hand down.

"Why is this?" Hermione asked quietly.

"Professor Snape is not asking questions, he just wants to make things difficult for Harry." Sisley replied in a low voice.

"How could there be such a teacher?" Hermione said in a somewhat unhappy mood.

"It seems that fame doesn't mean everything, right? Our savior, Mr. Potter, is not omnipotent."

After Snape finished speaking, the Slytherin wizards all laughed.

Skip the boring potions theory and get straight into practice.

Sisley naturally cooked a pot of potion with Hermione.

"I'm cutting it right now. Don't rush me yet. It'll be ready soon." Sisley said while cutting a large handful of porcupine quill roots.

"Okay or not!"

"All right."

Sisley held up the chopped porcupine quills, and Hermione on the side struggled to extinguish the magic flame under the crucible. As the porcupine quills were put into the potion, the potion also emitted a clear aroma.

Sisley took out two small glass bottles and put the potion into the bottles. He happened to see Snape standing quietly behind him in the reflection of the bottles, staring at him.

Sisley looked back at Snape with confusion. Looking at that serious and cold face, Sisley didn't know what he was thinking, so he gave a big smile in return.

Then Sisley's smiling face was covered by Snape's big hand that was soaked in the fragrance of the potion.

"Potions is a very serious subject, be serious." Sisley, whose sight was blocked by Snape's big hand, heard Snape's magnetic voice and nodded.

Snape put his hand away when he saw this, then picked up the filled potion bottle on the table, looked at the color through the light source, nodded slightly and said: "The potion is brewing well, Gryffindor added Five points.”

"This Snape is quite arrogant." Sisley thought to himself.

Just when Snape was holding the potion bottle and wanted to continue to comment, next to the Harrow duo, the cauldron of Neville and Seamus' team boiled with a bang.

This result is expected. After all, their cauldron has been dancing like crazy since the flames were ignited. For example, now, the potion in the cauldron suddenly splashed out, and what was sprinkled on the ground has begun to corrode the floor. Snee With a cold face, Pu waved his wand to clean it up.

And all the remaining potion splashed on Neville's face. Needless to say, although wizards are like squishy in Muggle novels, real wizards are still very tough.

For example, the potion that could corrode a big hole in the floor only caused a few rashes on Neville's face, which was really terrifying.

"Idiot! Idiot!!! Seamus, send your good partner to the infirmary quickly!"

"And you, Potter, why didn't you remind them of their two wrong steps? Do you think their stupidity would highlight your wit?"

"Because of you, Gryffindor will deduct ten points again!" Snape said angrily and walked back to the podium without looking back.

Soon, Harry's nightmare Potions class was finally over. As Snape walked out of the classroom, Harry was finally able to sit up straight and take a deep breath of air.

Although the air in the classroom is not fresh.

"What did I do wrong! Why does this professor hate me so much! No, it should be said that he hates me!" Harry complained, grabbing his hair.

"Hmph, I said that the professor was targeting you without any advance preparation. It seems that Professor Snape is right. You are indeed a loser with no reputation." At this time, Malfoy, who was wearing Slytherin robes, led his followers. They came over and said sarcastically.

"Go away, Malfoy, I'm not in the mood to scold you right now." Sisley rolled his eyes and said when he saw Malfoy running over to talk.

"Heh, it seems that accidentally losing to you before the sorting made you a little swollen. Are you really..."

boom!

Sisley retracted his feet, while Malfoy across from him had already fallen to the ground, clutching his stomach. The other students in the classroom were so frightened that they were speechless when they saw this scene.

"Let's go, the air here isn't very fresh." Harry curled his lips towards Malfoy who was lying on the ground and said.