This Hogwarts isn't normal.

In the new semester, the difficulty of brewing potions will certainly increase.

The shrinking potion is a potion that shrinks or makes the drinker younger, and its effect is completely opposite to that of the aging potion.

The materials required include daisy roots, figs, caterpillars, a small drop of leech juice, and mouse spleen.

Without any communication, the little lions all quietly followed the steps of Vincent and Hermione.

Most of the potions were normal green, but two were orange-yellow, which symbolized failure and was highly toxic.

Snape stopped in front of Neville's cauldron, scooped it up with a spoon and smelled it, then slowly poured it back in,

"Tell me, Longbottom, why do you always make mistakes when you follow Wayne's steps?"

Neville's face instantly turned red.

He walked over and swung from time to time, and it was really hard for him to concentrate.

"Huh..." Snape sneered and glanced at the dazzling green potion that Vincent had already packaged.

"Wayne, why don't you use your mouth to remind Longbottom how many drops of leech juice to put in?"

Everyone knows that Snape is using double standards, and any bigger movements will probably become a disruption to the class.

Vincent smiled brightly, "Professor, I don't think you will like us making noises."

He picked up the three bottles of impeccable shrinking potion in front of him and shook them,

"Because it will easily distract the students' attention and cause the potion that should have been successful to fail."

"Sharp-tongued." Snape's face was not very good.

He walked to the other side, leaned over and sniffed Ron's cauldron, "Unbelievable!

Wes, your potion is enough to poison an elephant!"

Ron lowered his head, and even his neck turned red.

Snape stood up, "Granger, you knew that Wesley was brewing such a poison, why didn't you take action in time to stop him?"

Hermione pursed her lips tightly, "Professor, I think we have to abide by classroom discipline."

Of course she knew that Ron put too much caterpillars and mouse spleen.

But her eyes were almost blinded, Ron just didn't notice, what could she do.

"Huh--" Snape sneered again, "Granger, do you know that because of your indulgence, Wesley is likely to say goodbye to potions?"

To be honest, everything is because of him.

"I'm sorry, professor." Hermione was so wronged that she almost bit her lips, "I didn't expect this was my fault."

Snape's face was slightly black.

Miss Know-it-all was led astray.

If it were normal, she would definitely argue with reason and eventually "confront" the professor.

"Tsk tsk tsk - admitting mistakes, this is what a model student should do."

Snape glanced at Ron who didn't dare to raise his head, "Wesley, you have to learn from her, understand?"

"I know."

"What?"

Ron raised his head abruptly, his face red as pig liver, "I said I know!"

Snape quickly covered his ears, "You are too loud, Wesley.

"I - I didn't -"

"Professor!" Draco on the other side of the aisle grinned,

"I was just startled by Wesley, causing me to accidentally spill some potion on the table."

"Oh?" Snape took a look, "Wesley, I don't think you meant it, did you? "

Ron clenched his fist and shook his head.

"Since this is your first mistake," Snape turned and walked slowly to the podium, "Gryffindor will be deducted 10 points, and--"

He took a quick look at the Slytherin students' work.

Three were orange-yellow, and none was bright green.

Even for the best Draco, the color of the potion was only a lighter green.

"Also, Wes, come to my office after class to deal with the materials to be used tomorrow."

Ron trembled all over, thinking of the caterpillars a few days ago.

Snape is so good at torturing people, he will definitely let him deal with something more disgusting.

"Did you hear that clearly, Wes?"

"I heard it clearly, professor."

This time the voice was not loud, but it was not to the point where it was inaudible.

"get out of class dismissed. "Snape glanced at Harry before leaving.

According to Murphy's Law, if there are two or more ways to do something, and one of the choices will lead to disaster, someone will definitely make this choice.

Not everyone can restrain the little lion, and sooner or later there will be a day when the whole army will be wiped out.

"Ah--" Vincent sighed and walked out of the classroom.

It's hard to bear.

Since Snape has done the first day, don't blame him for doing the fifteenth.

I went to the hall to find Fred and George as soon as possible. Hermione came after a few discussions.

There is only one Potions class. If you can bear it, you must bear it. If you can't bear it, just don't bear it.

"Strike?" Hermione seemed to retreat a little, "Snape will go crazy."

Fred and George looked at Vincent with a smile,

"Our school directors will definitely not sit idly by, right? "

Vincent thought about it for a while and found that the strike was not a bad thing.

As long as there are enough people, the law of not punishing the masses applies everywhere.

I was in a good mood and my appetite was much better.

After an exceptionally delicious lunch, the first class in the afternoon was Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Perhaps because of the residual power brought by Snape, the little lions were waiting in the classroom early.

"Quirrell in the first grade is a thief, and Lockhart in the second grade is a liar." James vowed:

"I'm sure our new professor has a more 'honorable' identity."

He suddenly lay on Neville's shoulder, "Old Wen, what do you think?"

Vincent moved towards the door in disgust, "Open your eyes and take a look."

James came closer,

"You are the nemesis of our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Have you noticed something is wrong with Professor Lupine?"

He looked a bit poor, but at least he was invited by Dumbledore to protect Harry. How could he be someone like Quirrell and Lockhart?

"It's wrong to judge a book by its appearance." Vincent simply stood up, pressed his shoulders and pushed him back.

"No." James stood up again, "He has scars on his face. He is definitely a ruthless character."

Vincent spread his hands and said, "Regardless of whether he is a bad guy or not, his behavior on the train was already a qualified professor."

Take care of the unconscious Harry and inform the driver to remove the danger.

If it had been Quirrell or Lockhart, the situation would have been unimaginably worse.

James nodded in realization.

Although he may not necessarily be a bad person, he is at least a trustworthy person.

In fact, not only were they talking about Lupin, but the little badgers who were in class together were also discussing it.

However, Vincent's analysis was very reasonable, and the students no longer questioned Lupine's level.

Seamus in the second row suddenly said: "Should we have to learn about vampires or zombies again, right?"

This is the eternal pain of Hogwarts.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professors change every year, and even though the professors' level is uneven, the teaching progress is still very worrisome.

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