gray eye to gray eye

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I stared dumbfounded at the professor on the podium who didn't even change his face. Oh, this is the most exciting opening speech I have ever heard!

The whole class fell silent.

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

All eyes turned to Harry Potter.

The little boy glanced at the red-haired Weasley sitting next to him, apparently as stunned as he was; next to them was a girl with tousled curly hair holding her arms high in the air .

Now I have learned that red hair is the hallmark of the famous Weasley family in the wizarding world. ,

At that time, when talking about this, Draco sniffled, as if mentioning that they were all uncomfortable!

"I don't know, sir," Harry said after a long while.

Professor Snape pouted contemptuously.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame isn't everything."

Uh, this is of course true, but there is no need to say this in front of the whole class. You must know that eleven or twelve-year-old boys are quite sensitive. I shook my head in my heart, but after all, it has nothing to do with me!

I am now starting to regret that I didn't preview well last night, and I am busy praying secretly in my heart that I will not be called to answer the questions.

"Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

The girl with brown curly hair raised her hands as high as she could without leaving her seat.

Harry Potter looked confused, obviously he didn't know what bezoar was.

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, the three of them were shaking with laughter.

To be honest, I didn't find Draco gloating so much before!

"I don't know, sir."

"I don't think you read a single book before term started, did you, Potter?" Professor Snape said coldly.

Harry looked directly into Professor Snape's eyes.

At this time, I admired this skinny little boy a little. I looked away and lowered my head, fearing that I would be the next unlucky person to be asked a question!

Finally, Snape seized the opportunity to deduct a point from Gryffindor before he stopped asking questions and started grouping us.

I quickly wrote down the knowledge points the professor said just now, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm going to get the medicinal materials, you tidy up the utensils!" Draco stood up and said.

I've been sitting with Draco, so we're naturally in a group.

Crucibles, brass scales, knives...

I just took inventory when Draco came back with a bunch of things.

Soon, I realized that Draco was taking care of me.

"It's dried nettles, we'll have to weigh them..."

Draco whispered as he added little by little to the scale.

I hastened to memorize the form of this common herb.

Crush snake fangs, cook slugs...

After Draco demonstrates everything, leave a little half for me to come!

Suppressing my nausea, I picked up a slug with tweezers, I don't know how wizards tolerate such things in their potions...

Professor Snape walked around the classroom wearing a long black cloak and criticized almost all the students.

"Malfoy, Farmily, if you want to practice, I have a bucket of slugs in my office that hasn't been disposed of yet!" Professor Snape said softly, standing behind us at some point.

Draco straightened his back suddenly, "Professor!"

"There are still 25 minutes, everyone hurry up!"

Before I could react, Professor Snape walked away while reminding the time.

The second time the professor came behind us, he showed everyone Draco's perfectly steamed slugs.

Draco had a look of pride on his face!

At this time, a thick acidic green smoke suddenly rose from the basement classroom, and there was a loud hissing sound.

A group of Gryffindor students had somehow burned the cauldron into a crooked mass, spilled the potion on the flagstone floor, and burned holes in the shoes of the surrounding students.

The potion is still splashing around!

There was chaos in the classroom.

Draco pulled me onto the stool!

Within seconds, the whole class was on the stools.

When the cauldron was overturned, a fat boy in Gryffindor was covered in potion, and by this time he was screaming and screaming with red, swollen scabies all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot!" growled Professor Snape, sweeping up the spilled potion with a wave of his wand. "I think you probably put the porcupine quills in without removing the pot from the heat, didn't you?"

The boy was sobbing and crying, and many scabies suddenly appeared on his nose.

"Take him up to the hospital ward," Snape snapped at his partner.

then--

This is a bit beyond my expectation!

Professor Snape seemed to be purposely hanging around Harry and Ron, who happened to be operating next to Neville during class.

"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to put in the porcupine quills? You thought he'd show you when he made a mistake? Another point from Gryffindor for you."

Draco chuckled softly.

"Is that student okay?" I asked with some concern.

"Mind your own business!" Draco jumped off the stool and reprimanded, "He's doing it to himself!"

This sentence was just overheard by Harry Potter and his friends, and the red-haired Weasley gave him a hard look.

I lowered my head with a guilty conscience and began to fiddle with the medicinal materials, although there was nothing wrong with me.

"That's enough snake tooth powder, idiot!" Draco said with a frown, and quickly stirred the potion in the crucible a few times according to the knowledge in the book.

I silently dropped the thing in my hand...

We had no classes on Friday afternoon, and Pansy and I were in the common room working on the homework Professor Snape had given us.

"Where's Draco?" I asked, looking around the living room.

When we came back after lunch, he was still here!

"My dear, you have hardly been apart this week except for sleeping at night!" Pansy exclaimed.

"Oh, you and Blaise too!" I bowed my head and continued to flip through the book.

"Baby Sharon, in fact, I would rather be with you..." Before Blaise could finish speaking, Pansy screamed and beat him.

"Pay attention to the image of a lady..." Blaise rolled into a ball on the sofa, calling intermittently...

I watched the two of them fight and laughed.

"How much did you write your thesis?" Daphne leaned over and asked.

I measured it with my hand and said with a sad face, "I can't believe it, it's less than five inches!"

Daphne put away her homework and looked at me sympathetically.

"You'd better read these books before writing your dissertation!"

A familiar drawn-out voice sounded from behind.

"Draco, where have you been?" I put aside my homework and turned around happily and asked.

Draco threw three or four thick books over.

"Basic Medicinal Materials Encyclopedia", "Basics of Potion Making"...

"Obviously, the library."

"Little Prince Draco, this is really rare and careful!" Blaise said with a chant tone without fear of death.

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