Pokémon the Dream: Eevee's Journey of Change

Snape raised his head and looked sharply in the direction of Harry, his brows tightly furrowed.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing?"

His voice was cold, with obvious dissatisfaction and questioning.

Snape was standing in front of the classroom at this time, staring at everything in front of him with a sharp gaze.

His eyes were cold and stern, as if they could penetrate people's souls and make people shudder.

In front of him, a fox named Ibrahimovic was sitting there, concentrating on preparing a strange potion.

Its movements were practiced and confident, and it was completely unaware of Snape's presence.

Snape's face became increasingly gloomy, and his expression seemed to be frozen.

The fox seemed so absorbed in his work that he was oblivious to his surroundings.

It picked up a small iron rod and gently stirred the potion.

As it was stirred, the liquid in the potion began to tumble, emitting a pungent smell.

When it pulled the iron rod out of the solution, the rod had been corroded beyond recognition and some parts had even melted.

[This corrosiveness is so strong that even the powerful Thanos would be shocked after seeing it. ]

I'm afraid everyone will say: I don't need gems anymore.

However, Snape's brows were already furrowed into a mess.

Is this fox making poison?

He had just told the students to make Polyjuice Potion.

So why is this fox fiddling with something else?

Snape's anger gradually welled up in his heart. He couldn't stand anyone disrupting his class.

He walked quickly to Donald and looked down at the crucible, trying to figure out what was going on.

I saw the red liquid in the pot constantly bubbling and making gurgling sounds.

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, staring closely at the cauldron in front of him, then lowered his voice and asked Donald:

"What the hell are you doing?"

His eyes were full of vigilance and suspicion, as if he was dissatisfied with Donald's behavior.

however,

Donald was unaware of Snape's displeasure. Instead, he raised his head and uttered a series of strange noises in triumph:

"Bui, Bui!"

Snape frowned and said impatiently:

“That’s not what I’m asking you, you stupid fox.

This is obviously not Polyjuice Potion. What on earth did you put in it?

Sulfuric acid? Poppies? Alligator teeth?

As he spoke, he stretched out the wand in his hand and gently tapped the cauldron.

As he moved, the liquid in the crucible began to churn and more bubbles emerged.

Suddenly,

The liquid that was originally churning in the crucible suddenly stopped, as if it had been cast under a spell.

"This is definitely not Polyjuice Potion."

Snape said expressionlessly, his tone revealing an unquestionable indifference.

Donald blinked and pointed at the crucible with his little paw, as if he wanted to explain something.

however,

Snape didn't give it a chance.

Instead, he put his face close to the crucible and carefully smelled the smell emanating from it.

His face suddenly became very ugly, as if he had seen the end of the world.

"I just made it clear that the potion I was going to make was Polyjuice Potion.

Instead of this poison which looks very dangerous!"

There was obvious anger in Snape's voice, and he stared at Donald with wide eyes.

Donald just shook his head and looked innocent, which made people feel a little funny.

Snape looked at Donald's cute appearance, but his anger grew stronger and stronger.

He slammed the table and roared:

“What on earth are you doing?

Can't you tell the difference between Polyjuice Potion and poison?"

Donald was frightened by Snape and trembled all over, his little eyes full of fear.

It quickly jumped up and waved its little paws at Snape desperately, to show that it really didn't mean it.

However, Snape didn't buy it at all. He looked at Donald coldly, the anger in his eyes not diminishing at all.

"Hmph, don't think you can get away with it by being cute.

I won’t let you off easily this time.”

Snape said this through gritted teeth, holding his wand tightly in his hand, as if he would attack Donald at any time.

however,

Snape was not in the mood to laugh at the moment. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

“No matter what, you must stop this dangerous behavior immediately!

Clean this place up right now!

Also, all your credits for today have been deducted!"

There was an irresistible authority in Snape's voice.

He looked at Donald coldly, waiting for his reaction.

Donald was not at all flustered.

Instead, he opened the book and pointed at the contents of the Polyjuice Potion, then pointed at the pot of strange liquid.

Ibrahimovic is not panicking at all. Why should he panic? After all, he is very confident.

Snape frowned, his tone questioning:

"Are you saying that you made Polyjuice Potion according to the recipe in the book?"

Donald nodded vigorously in the affirmative.

However, Snape's expression became even gloomier.

He stared at Ibrahimovic, anger and annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Because the formula of the polyjuice potion used by Ibrahimovic is completely different from the one in the book, it is simply a world of difference.

"Are you lying to me?"

Snape's voice was filled with anger.

Donald blinked.

"Booey, Booey."

(“Of course not! I followed the instructions in the book.”)

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Snape's voice turned low and stern.

“The correct formula for Polyjuice Potion should contain ingredients such as porcupine quills, sapweed, and narcissus root.

But you used crocodile teeth, poppy flowers and sulfuric acid to make it, and this strange potion actually exudes a disturbing black smell. "

"This formula is ridiculous. If this isn't poison, I will destroy the wand in my hand with my own hands!"

Donald even gave a human grin.

Donald's little face showed a trace of grievance. He put his hands on his hips and said:

"Booey, Booey."

("So what do you think we should do?")

Snape's teeth were chattering, and his heart was filled with dissatisfaction towards Ibrahimovic.

Looking at the cute yet hateful little fox in front of him, Snape felt helpless and angry.

Snape's face became even gloomier, and his voice was full of majesty:

"You better not lie to me, Ibra."

Donald noticed Snape's suspicion. He put his hands on his hips, closed his mouth, and glared at Snape with wide eyes.

"Well, since you don't believe me, let me prove it to you."

Ibrahimovic Potion