HP Wizard Age

"Oh..." Astria was still thinking about something with her head down. When she heard this, she was shocked and immediately raised her heels. She was sure that the professor must have been practicing potions before, but she was called out halfway, otherwise her tone would not be That's not good...well, Professor Snape usually has a bad tone...but today is very bad...

She minimizes her presence along the way.

Apparently Professor Snape refused to let her go, "Miss Knightley better be thankful that your troll brain is still a little smart, and also thankful that you are a pure blood, otherwise you will be lying motionless in the hospital wing tonight. But get in here at once, and don't come out at night, or Miss Knightley had better pack up and take the train home tomorrow."

Astria murmured in her heart that Professor Snape's threat to pack up and go home was old-fashioned, which time it was true, but she still had a scared look on her face, and went into the dormitory obediently .

I fell asleep immediately after taking a shower.

The next day, after Astria tidied up, she went down to the common room.

Draco lay cross-legged on the sofa with a look of irritability and impatience. As soon as he saw her, he immediately put down his feet and got up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her to look at her with a frown.

"Why did you leave the hospital so early? I was still thinking about finding you!" Asteria approached Draco in surprise.

Draco leaned back uncomfortably, and the movement of his hands lost his strength.

"That's not because of you!" Pansy shook off Daphne's arm and stared at Astria.

"Shut up Pansy!" Draco snapped.

Pansy bit her lips, her eyes were red, and she stomped her feet and ran out. The two sisters of Greengrass looked at each other and followed them. Astria also saw the second lady of the Greengrass family go out He still looked at Draco reluctantly.

She raised her eyebrows, and looked at Draco mysteriously, seeing him inexplicably.

"Let's go to the restaurant." Draco tugged on her sleeve.

"Draco, what happened to you just now?"

"It's nothing, a petrified student entered the medical wing last night." Draco said casually.

Astria let out a long oh, but said nothing.

"You don't have anything to tell me?" Draco was a little annoyed, should he ask first!

Only then did Merlin know that last night he couldn't sleep at night because he slept too long at noon. Lying there, he heard a movement in the medical wing and the professors' conversation, and was worried all night that that little Knightley liar would Nothing will happen, and I was discharged early this morning.

He was so angry that his wound hurt!

"Yes, yes." Astria covered her smile and nodded quickly, "I'll tell you when I get back, there are too many people here."

Draco snorted and nodded almsfully.

It was Potions class early in the morning, and Gryffindor, who was in class with Slytherin, was obviously in a bad mood. The reason was that yesterday's Quidditch was a mess, which deepened the conflict between the two houses.

—Of course it was already very deep.

The Slytherins held their heads high, passing Gryffindor sarcastically, and the impulsive Gryffindor slammed the table to his feet.

The atmosphere in the Potions classroom also became tense, the green and the red were divided into two factions, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

Asteria and Draco entered the potions classroom with two bodyguards, and people from both sides looked at them.

The two awe-inspiring people yesterday sat in the first row without saying or doing anything, opened the book, and began to preview today's content.

Seeing this, the Slytherins shook their cloaks gracefully, and their expression of not caring about their defeated opponents annoyed the Gryffindors.

"It's really strange." Astria said.

Draco managed to arouse his curiosity, propped his head up, and looked at her.

"Draco, you didn't laugh at Gryffindor just now!"

Draco snorted disdainfully, "How could the Malfoy family be dazzled by yesterday's victory, those people are worthy of a Malfoy's ridicule?"

Dare to say that today's Gryffindor is not worthy of his ridicule?It's Malfoy-esque arrogance.

Astria shrugged, saying that she couldn't deny it.

The potion to be made today used leech juice, and she thought that if Draco was around, she wouldn't have to worry about it.

However, Professor Snape stood on the podium, wrapped himself in a black robe slowly, and said slowly: "One group, now."

Astria's eyes widened in disbelief, and then she turned to the leech bucket next to the table in horror, where it was full of, greasy, disgusting, hateful, leeches.

She also heard Professor Snape say that he hoped that some people would not squeeze out the eyeballs of leeches when squeezing the juice, which was only used in the third grade.

Oh Merlin! !

Astria took a deep breath, put the potion ingredients into the crucible one after another, turned clockwise a few and a half times, and counterclockwise a few and a half times, then put the leech bucket on the table .

Draco had helped her put a leech into the small bucket just now, she turned the small bucket upside down, and when she saw the leech wriggling and crawling on the table, she had already moved her chair one meter away from the leech .

Professor Snape took a few Gryffindor points, walked over to her, and pushed her back to the table with a flick of his wand.

Asteria stared at the leech in front of her with a disheveled face, but she didn't want to reach out, as long as she thought of meeting the soft struggling leech, she would feel like vomiting...

But Professor Snape obviously didn't want to let her go, and Astria was wondering if the professor was taking revenge for the trouble she caused him!

Professor Snape stopped staring at the Gryffindor cauldrons, stood in front of her, and raised his chin slightly to signal her to squeeze out the leech juice.

Draco sat next to her and wanted to say something, but Professor Snape swallowed it all with a stare.

Astria lowered the heat of the crucible first, otherwise the crucible would be fried later.

She stretched out her hand as if death was at home, and held down the leech tightly, almost instantly, the disgusting and hairy feeling jumped from the tailbone to the top of the head.

She withdrew her hand abruptly and ran one meter away with the chair, all in one go.

Professor Snape twitched the corners of his mouth, pulled her back with his wand, then took her hand, and slammed it on the leech.

Astria took a sharp breath, and almost didn't recover, and then felt nauseated in her stomach, "Ouch..."

Of course it was just nausea, and nothing came out.

Professor Snape took a big step back in time with the previous experience. At this time, Asteria's cauldron was rumbling, and it seemed that the crucible was about to explode. Snape used it to clean it up.

"Miss Knightley, congratulations on your one-week confinement, starting tonight, in my office for confinement."

Astria nodded with a bitter face.

And Slytherin and Gryffindor, who watched the whole process, hurriedly lowered their heads to finish their potion. Professor Snape was too cruel...