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The girl looked at Louis in surprise, "I thought you were good at everything."

"Of course it's impossible." Louis was a little speechless, but the girl's words really made him feel good.

While talking, they had already reached the basement classroom, which was as damp and cold as the Slytherin cellar—and to make matters worse, there was no huge fireplace like the lounge, which made Louis raise his hands to give himself and the people around him The girl cast a warming spell - even though he only learned it yesterday.

The girl laughed and said, "Louis, oh, you're such a gentleman."

Then, she followed Louis to an operating table behind the teacher, and put the crucible, silver ladle and glass bottle they brought on the table in turn.

Draco was at the front of the classroom at the moment, with Crabbe and Goyle standing beside him, and not far to the side was the table of the Gryffindor trio.

Louis saw Draco look back at him, looking annoyed for some reason, then turn away and never look at him again.

"Sometimes I feel that Draco is really a child, all emotions are written on his face." Apparently, Pansy also saw this scene.

"Huh?" Louis asked. He felt that the girl next to him was amazing, and could see a lot of emotions that he couldn't see. "Is he angry?"

The girl's expression was a bit weird. She glanced at Louis and said with a smile, "Maybe it's...you can say that...but I don't want to tell you, it's really interesting."

Louis shook his head, turning his attention to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape had a stack of parchments in his hands, and he was reading everyone's name in his silky voice, and those who were read needed to stand up and respond.

When it came to Harry Potter, Louis realized that Snape had something against Harry Potter, though he didn't know why.

"Mr. Potter, the next time someone calls your name, you should stand up quickly instead of dragging there. Now, because you disrespect the professor, I'm afraid I have to deduct three points from you." .”

"Gryffindor, three points deducted."

Harry Potter had a palpable scowl on his face, and the red-haired boy next to him looked as if he was about to jump up and challenge Professor Snape.

Snape watched them intently, and it was conceivable that if Potter contradicted him at this time, he would not be stingy to deduct a few more points from Gryffindor.

Maybe a few more points will be deducted for knowing the mistake and not correcting it.

Louis tried not to focus on the glass bottles on the shelves by the wall. Without looking at them, he knew that the bottles must be soaked with cold stuffed animals.

After saying the names, Snape put away the roll of parchment and looked up at the class.

His eyes were dark, like velvet that would absorb light, and he couldn't see to the bottom.This made Louis subconsciously think of Draco's light gray eyes, which were always shining.

It seems that the sunshine of the whole world can be found in his eyes.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation." He said in a low voice, but because of the excessive silence in the classroom, his voice was very clear in his ears.

It seems that Professor Snape just needs to stand on the podium without saying anything, and he can calm down the naughty children-look at the group of lion cubs, except for the occasional few, the rest can't wait Get yourself under the desk so the professor doesn't notice them.

"Since there's no foolish wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic..." He finished his opening remarks, and the classroom fell silent enough to hear a pin drop on the floor.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added daffodil root powder to an infusion of wormwood?"

A Gryffindor girl raised her arms high, and Potter's bewildered eyes left no doubt that he knew nothing.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Professor Snape curled his lips in contempt, and everyone could see his terrible attitude towards Mr. Harry Potter.

"Tsk-tsk, it seems that fame doesn't mean everything." Snape sneered, and then asked two questions again without mercy. Harry opened his mouth for a long time but didn't say anything. In the end, he seemed He said angrily, "However, I think Hermione knows the answer, why don't you ask her?"

Pansy burst out laughing.

Snape's face was gloomy, and the anger was palpable.

Furiously, he shouted at the poor (maybe not poor) Miss Gryffindor, ["Let me tell you, Potter, daffodil root powder and wormwood can be combined into a very powerful sleeping pill." , is a dose of life and death water. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxification effect. As for the boat-shaped aconitum and chamaejasma aconitum, they are the same plant, and they are collectively called aconitum. Do you understand? ? Why don’t you write it all down?”]

Seeing the group of little lions hurriedly picked up their quills, there was a rustle of writing in the classroom, and Louis clearly heard Snape say: "Potter, Gryffindor deducted two points because you contradicted the teacher again." point."

Several Slytherins couldn't help laughing out loud, and naturally got angry eyes from the lion cubs.

Next, the professor divided them into groups of two and began to instruct them to make a simple potion for scabies.

Louis felt as if he had seen this potion somewhere - but forgive him, his talent in potions was almost zero.

So he and Pansy quickly divided the tasks, he was in charge of handling the raw materials, and Pansy was in charge of the crucible.

When the professor dragged his long black robe and walked up to Louis, Louis was trying his best to restrain his aversion to those slugs - but obviously he failed, he heard the professor sneered, and then mercilessly Say, "What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the pile of slugs will eat you?"

Crabbe and Goyle looked back at him simultaneously.

Instead, Louis calmed down. Really, what is he afraid of?

What he was facing was just a group of disgusting slugs. He hated this kind of thing, but it didn't mean he could show it in this situation. A good nobleman knows how to adapt to any environment - he said in his heart.

Plus he has dragonhide gloves (that's the point).

All the little wizards were criticized by the professor—in fact, the professor was not very merciful to the little snakes, but Malfoy was praised—God knows that the professor would even praise people!

"I think you should see what Mr. Malfoy does with the slugs, it's perfect - his cooking -"

At this moment, a thick green smoke with a strong sour smell suddenly appeared in the dungeon, and then there was a huge explosion-the cauldron in front of a Gryffindor boy had disappeared, replaced by a black cloud Yes, no shape or substance could be discerned, the green potion spread along the floor in the classroom, the scalding liquid burned the poor boy red all over, and there were red and swollen scabies everywhere, Louis saw Draco cursing Shaking his hand—he was pretty close to the center of the accident.

Louis went to see Harry Potter again. The other party was obviously happy about Draco's injury. He saw the other party grinned and showed a silent smile-from Harry Potter's standpoint, he might not Not out of line, but Louis frowned.

"Idiot!" the professor snarled as he approached, but Draco hid his hand behind his back - obviously, for some reason, he didn't want the professor to know.

Louis and Pansy didn't have to stand on chairs like the others because they were farther back—a stupid choice—and Louis realized once again the importance of common spells, and counted on these teachers to teach them He may be out of the question.

"Potter, because you didn't remind him not to put in the porcupine quills - you thought he'd show you when he made a mistake? One point from Gryffindor."

The boy at the center of the accident was taken to the hospital by another person, and Potions class continued - although after what had just happened, no one was interested.

This is their last class of the day, they can choose to go back to the lounge or take a stroll in the castle, dinner will not start until two o'clock.

Louis kept paying attention to Draco, and when he saw him walking towards the common room alone, he hesitated, but followed.

The brunette standing next to him said goodbye politely, and turned to another small restaurant for Slytherin's afternoon tea party.

Draco didn't notice that Louis was behind him, he walked quite fast, almost flying into the common room, and then went straight upstairs into the bedroom.

When he was about to close the bedroom door, Louis stopped him. He put his hand against the door and looked at the boy he saw.

Surprisingly, when the boy saw him, he was stunned, then obviously angry, and he seemed to want to close the door - but Louis came in quickly and closed the door - the action was done in one go, as if rehearsed a thousand times all over the place.

"Why are you angry?" he asked, not understanding where he had provoked the boy.

The boy glared at him, then turned and sat on his bed, and took out a small bottle of potion from his robes—a familiar-looking color, it was the scabies potion they made in class.

He and Pansy didn't make it, it looks like Draco did.

It was bright in the room, and Louis could clearly see the boy's left hand, which was in bad shape and got worse for the rest of the hour.

The boy applied the potion without saying a word, and some red scabies disappeared visibly with the naked eye, but there were still some red spots that did not disappear completely.

"You should go to the hospital." Louis reminded responsibly.

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Draco tugged at Louis' sleeve: Louis, why didn't anyone leave a message?

Louis put down the book in his hand, rubbed the boy's hair with his gloved left hand, and then turned his head to stare at the screen expressionlessly.

——Zi——

Probably...they want to try Shenfeng Wuying.Louis replied seriously, raising his wand in his right hand.