Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

"Oh yes."

Snape lowered his head, glanced at the white-haired dumpling in front of him, raised his eyebrows and said softly.

"Elena Kaslana, Moonlight of Hogwarts - a very nice title, and pretty good magic talent. Maybe you think that being the center of attention is a very interesting thing, so you can't wait. I want to continue to attract everyone’s attention through various things.”

His voice was very soft, barely above a whisper, but it seemed to be born with a cold, strong air pressure that made everyone subconsciously hold their breath and listen carefully to every word he said.

"However, I must remind you...if you dare to act recklessly in my classroom, believe me, Hogwarts Castle will never lack students in solitary confinement - you know, except for Mr. Filch, I I imagine Mr. Apokalis will also need some errant students to help with chores."

After Snape finished speaking, he raised his head and looked around at the other first-year students standing around. He frowned somewhat displeasedly and said indifferently, "So, why are you still standing outside the classroom? Do you need me to tell you? Please?"

The cold tone was like a gust of cold wind, instantly making all the little wizards shiver.

As a master who has devoted most of his life to potions, Snape naturally likes to brew and study potions - during the holidays when there are no classes, he can happily cook alone in front of the crucible for a whole day. Potions all day long.

But for him, every day he faces those idiots who don't even have basic respect and meticulous attitude, and may even drip snot into the crucible, while trying to protect them from being injured by the medicine, and at the same time, he has to teach them How they brew a wonderful potion is simply a stomach-ache-inducing torture.

However, Snape was not a gloomy person by nature, he was just a little trouble-shy and a homebody.

In fact, judging purely from the perspective of teaching results, most of the young wizards at Hogwarts can do very well in the potions assessment of OWL (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination) or NEWTs (Advanced Wizarding Level Examination). results.

By the way, according to statistics over the years, the course with the lowest pass rate is actually Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Severus Snape has more than once tried to use this as a reason to ask Professor Dumbledore to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, although he has not been successful so far.

"How can it be possible to cause trouble?! Potions is my favorite course. For this wonderful magical field where the slowly simmering cauldron emits white smoke and exudes fragrant fragrance, I started from the first time I received the letter from Hogwarts. I have been imagining and trying it since the beginning of time.”

Facing Snape's slightly threatening words, Elena raised her head fearlessly, stared straight into his cold eyes, and said confidently, "Don't worry, Professor Snape. I will definitely do it." It’ll make you eat a pound!”

After a week-long potions class with the legendary first-generation Dark Lord, she was [-]% confident that she could easily control the progress of the entire first-year potions class.

"Hopefully, we'll find out soon."

Hearing Elena's comments about Potions class, Snape raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

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Adjust the plot and focus~I can’t continue driving~~Gugu~

So today is a short chapter~~

goo~