Professor HP is not a pedophile

The second day of school was Monday, and Hogwarts officially started classes.

It was a tragic day for the critters of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, as they would be the first first-years to be murdered by the Potions Master.

When Harry and Neville learned that the first class of school was Potions, the two children were indescribably depressed.

And the Potions Professor, who made them very scared, also received advice from Dumbledore before going to class in the afternoon.

The old headmaster said this: "Severus, you have also seen that Harry's character is not the same as Gryffindor, don't scare him."

Severus packed up the lesson plans without paying attention, strode to the door of the potions classroom, and walked in with the magic pressure, the black robe curled up behind him, making him look like a terrible big demon head.

Seeing the freshmen sitting up straight in fright, Severus walked up to the podium with satisfaction, opened the student roster and prepared to roll the roll.Regarding these little monsters whose brains were covered with achnatherum, he always thought that deterring them in the first class would make him feel more at ease in the future.

He glanced around, slowly began to roll the roll, and then stopped when he called Harry Potter. Although he had done it in his previous life, he was not willing to let go of any opportunity to hit a Potter.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new and famous character."

Harry shivered and answered quickly.

Severus glanced at him, then scanned the class, and said the opening line he used to admonish new students every year: "You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making. Since There's no foolish wand waving here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance wafting out of it, you don't Will really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blur... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, that is, you are not I often The kind of stupid fools you encounter will do."

He smiled maliciously, and decided to repeat the first time he made trouble for Harry in his previous life, "Potter, what will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

As soon as Harry heard his name, he stood up reflexively, quickly raised his head to glance at him, then lowered his head in fright, and it took him a long time to reply nervously: "It's a dose of death water, professor."

Severus froze for a moment, then continued to ask the second question with a nonchalant face: "If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"Cow, cow's stomach, Professor." Harry raised his head again and looked at him timidly, his little face was flushed from the suffocation, and tears were about to fall from the tension.

Seeing those teary green eyes, Severus suddenly felt that there was no point in doing it.Is it different after all... He sighed in his heart, unexpectedly feeling a little guilty about this little thing.But it was quickly broken by Harry's messy hair.

"Sit down, Potter!" he said sternly.He didn't intend to ask the rest of the question.

Harry sat down like a collapse.Neville, sitting next to him, patted his hand covertly under the table to reassure him.

Severus divided the students into two groups and asked them to cook the scabies potion according to the steps written on the blackboard.Then he began to patrol the classroom and scolded the students in groups.

"Mr. Wallard, I told you to crush the fangs of snakes, and you tell me you were crushing?" Harry heard Severus reprimanding his hapless roommate, "There's something in your stupid pig's head. What is it, Mr. Vallard? Are you so stupid that you can't understand the meaning of the word 'crushing'? Tell me, what are these things that are not even a sesame seed in your hand?"

"Snake's fangs, Professor," whispered poor Cader Vallard.

"Your poor scabies potion needs powdered snake fangs, understand?" Severus said savagely.

"Yes, Professor!" Card stood up straight. "I'll grind them up, Professor!"

Severus snorted and finally came to Harry's side.

Harry's hand, which was weighing the dried nettles, trembled a little too much accidentally.

"Mr. Potter! You call so many dried nettles to boil scabies potion into dried nettle potion?" The deep, silky voice sounded from his left, and Severus looked down at him, "Could it be Do you take ten ounces for an ounce? Please tell me, is there something wrong with the Savior's eyes? Or is the writing on the blackboard too small?"

"I'm sorry, Professor!" Harry apologized reflexively, then frantically removed some dried nettles from the small scale, then looked at Severus again, and found that he didn't seem to object, so he ground Neville The crushed fangs were thrown into the cauldron along with the dried nettles, and stirred clockwise.

Severus stood by and watched him stir, his face darkening as he watched.

The mixing technique of this little Potter boy... unexpectedly resembles Lily.

He was in a daze.Is this the nature of blood?

In a trance, he just stood there without moving.Poor Harry felt the lower and lower air pressure around him, and his hands shaking with the stir stick.

At this time, Neville, who had steamed the tentacled slug, came over desperately, put the slug into the cauldron, and then picked up the porcupine quill to throw it in.

"Neville, no!" Harry grabbed his wrist and wanted to move it away, but it was still a step too late. As soon as those porcupine quills fell into the cauldron, the concoction immediately melted through the bottom of the cauldron, and a sour smell came out. Thick green smoke and a sharp hissing sound.

The sound woke Severus, who was in a daze, and he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him away forcefully, and the potion in the cauldron spilled out.

Neville didn't have time to dodge, and was splashed in several places on his arm.

"Idiot!" Severus swiftly waved his wand to disappear the cauldron and the potion that had flowed onto the floor, "Mr. Longbottom, please tell your poor potions master to put the porcupine in before turning off the flame." Is the thorn your newly invented method of making scabies potion? Oh, I was wrong, you seem to have innovated the method of making caustic potion? It’s a great creation, isn’t it?” he said viciously.

Neville was sobbing, scabies popping out all over his arms.

Severus was about to continue teaching him when he felt the thin arm he was holding move indiscernibly.

He looked down and saw that Harry was biting his lip, his arm was still held by him, his eyes were full of tears, and he knew that he was in extreme pain at a glance, but he still refused to make a sound.

He let go of Harry's arm in annoyance and yelled at him, "Potter, what are you still doing? Why don't you send your partner, the great Mr. Longbottom, to the hospital wing?"

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded in panic, and pulled Neville to leave.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Longbottom's grades are canceled for this class, and I'm going to see your paper on the details of the scabies potion recipe next class, ten inches!" Severus said behind them.

Suppressing the pain from his dislocated shoulder, Harry replied, "Yes, Professor." Then he left the Potions classroom with Neville.

Severus felt even more irritable when he heard the faint cry in his voice.

After class, he somehow walked outside the medical wing, but just happened to meet Madam Pomfrey who was going out.

"Severus, why is your Potions class getting more and more dangerous?" Madam Pomfrey began to scold him as soon as she saw him, "It's fine if you take the wrong potion and get injured, why do people still dislocate their shoulders? Your potions class has been changed to combat class?"

Severus' heart sank, and he asked, "Who's got a dislocated shoulder?"

"Harry, that kid is really too. His shoulder was dislocated and he kept silent. If I didn't find something wrong and checked it, I don't know how he would have survived..." Madam Pomfrey sighed, "You know which one?" Did the students bully him? I asked him who hurt him, but he kept refusing to say."

Severus frowned, remembering how hard he had pulled Harry away just now.Although he always disliked Potter, he never thought of actually causing him any harm, after all, he was still Lily's child.

Madam Pomfrey was still saying: "Oh, that child seems to have had a bad time at the house of Muggle relatives. He is severely malnourished and his eyesight is still very poor. He doesn't know how long he has been wearing those glasses..."

Severus said nothing.

"Are you here to see them?" she said.

Severus' face sank, "I don't have time to care whether those damn little trolls are dead or alive, I just came to ask you for the list of potions stored in the medical wing that you mentioned yesterday, did you forget that I want Take the little time you have to boil those potions for the little trolls to drink?"

"Come on, Severus, you're always so duplicity," Madam Pomfrey said, "I had the house-elf deliver the list to your office this morning, didn't you see?"

"Of course not!" Severus denied sullenly.

"Okay, okay," Madam Pomfrey said with an expression of "I really can't do anything about you", "Then you go back and look for it, by the way, I made the two students drink medicine and go back to the dormitory .”

Severus snorted, and left the place that made him furious, walking faster than usual, and the students all stuck to the walls on both sides as he went, and then watched in horror as the hem of his robe fluttered. back view.