Chapter 11 Potter, points deducted, points deducted! (Please invest, please read)

Friday morning.

Ron poked at the sausages on the plate and was in a bad mood: "Today is Potions class. We have it with the Slytherins. Harry, didn't you say that Professor Snape doesn't like you?"

"I heard George mention that he is very petty and is always very specific towards people he doesn't like. You have to be careful."

Harry nodded noncommittally.

When he arrived in the classroom and started class, Snape did not hide his emotions at all, showing his disgust and even hatred nakedly.

Snape walked in.

The already gloomy classroom was even more depressing.

He didn't say a word in his opening remarks, and tapped the desk: "Oh, look, who is in my classroom?"

"Harry Potter."

"A born Gryffindor, the legendary savior who drew the sword of Gryffindor during the entrance ceremony, and a figure who stirred up troubles as soon as he entered Hogwarts."

"Very good, a reckless and impulsive, typical brainless Gryffindor lady. Because you contradicted the professor, Gryffindor will deduct one point!"

Harry shook his head: "I got nearly fifteen extra points in other classes this week, which is enough to make up for it."

"Idiot! How can you refine a potion if your hands are unsteady!" Snape frowned, "Did the troll eat your brain and lose your body coordination?"

"Harry answered so many questions, and now he has no problem taking the first-year graduation exam. He is very good, how can you still deduct points!"

Harry quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Don't let it go. Move the pot away and put it again, it will explode."

Hermione and Malfoy are the best-performing students after Harry.

"Water of Life and Death, a very effective sleeping potion."

this…

"I hope there won't be any giant monsters among you, with heads like mountain monsters, who will make a joke about exploding the crucible for me in the first class."

An hour later, the classwork ended and it was time for the final review session.

Hermione stood up for a moment: "Professor, this is not fair!"

"If you want to understand why the porcupine quills are added to the pot after the crucible is removed, then why don't you wait for the boiling water to cool down a little before adding the porcupine quills?"

Dean is more toxic today than ever.

Snape saw Harry's cat-like and amber eyes, gritted his teeth and said in a serious tone: "Five points from Gryffindor!"

Snape shook his head: "What's your name?"

"Why not cut off that part and steam it again. It should have been an excellent potion, but because of your mistake, it can only be said to be barely qualified."

Snape took a deep breath and returned to his previous depressed tone.

Is this still the viper Professor Snape who has been finding trouble for two whole classes?

Snape sneered without even noticing it, and his tone softened a bit: "You don't need to take so many extra steps on your own."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot you don't have a father."

"Mr. Potter, do you think you have no problems anymore, so you can do favors to other students and recruit followers?" Suddenly, Neville was startled, his hand shook, and half of the pot of water splashed out. Fortunately, it was

No one was burned.

The suffering, struggle, and a hint of malice hidden deep in all the malice were almost undetectable, almost escaping Harry's little expectation.

How comforting is this.

He picked up Harry's potion, shook it, looked at the color in the light of the fire, and smelled it. The detailed inspection took more time than all the other students combined.

Hermione anxiously started to push up the table, leaving Ron dumbfounded.

Neville shook violently, quickly retracted his hand, and thanked Harry sincerely: "Oh, thank you."

"Harry, don't be sad, you are doing great." Hermione and Ron came over to comfort him.

"Magic potions are all about trial and practice and getting better at them bit by bit."

Neville was about to cry.

Oh... the tenderness in that moment was definitely an illusion, this was Professor Snape.

"Kill the cow, disembowel it, and put it in the stomach," Harry replied.

Ron and Hermione were stunned again.

Hermione opened her mouth, unable to speak.

Snape turned his head sharply, squinted his eyes, and stared at Harry fiercely: "Potter, is it fun to talk about the professor behind his back? You are so arrogant, five points from Gryffindor!"

Harry performed very well and was deducted five points.

"Magic potion requires accurate control of the heat, the most suitable combination of magic power, and the most ingenious proportion. Without actual operation, everything is empty talk."

"Those are the things I didn't do well in brewing the potion."

Do Harry and Professor Snape have such a big hatred?

Ron packed his schoolbag and extended an invitation to the little girl on the side: "We are going to Hagrid later. It is the big man's house who will lead us to the castle at the train station. Do you want to go with us?"

As Snape said, potions are an exquisite art. Even if the steps are written in detail on the blackboard, the final success is not even half of it.

Slytherin's laughter grew louder.

Earth-shattering.

oh…

It was obvious that he was the one who spilled the hot water, but in the end...why was it Harry who got points deducted?

Harry stood up: "Thank you for reminding me. In fact, my mother also passed away. No one really taught me these things."

"Tsk."

Snape took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the blackboard.

He changed the subject and suddenly asked.

The little snakes immediately lowered their heads.

Harry's expression didn't change at all and he continued to mix his potion.

Several lines of text emerged.

"The potion you brewed is better than mine, he was just nitpicking..." Hermione said.

Those amber cat eyes.

The other students shrank back.

"No, I just..." Hermione shook her head quickly.

Harry was confused: "Why should I be sad?"

Neville shivered.

Snape smiled contemptuously: "Miss Otter, are you questioning the professor?"

"Would you like me to carve these things into your monster-like heads, or... give you a forgetfulness potion to make you happy again?"

He then asked many more questions.

The Gryffindor classmates looked at Harry worriedly. They had heard about it for a long time, but when they saw it with their own eyes, they still couldn't believe it - all the professors liked Harry, even the dull Quirrell.

Neville couldn't even care less about being afraid.

Hermione was not angry. She raised her head, her eyes a little confused.

On the contrary, Neville beside him became even more nervous, trembling, grabbing a handful of porcupine quills and about to throw them into the pot.

If you contradict the professor, you will get one point deducted.

"Now, sit down!" Snape waved his hand, "Some people are sharp-tongued, but that's useless. A sharp-tongued person can only become a herbalist."

Snape turned his head away and continued to comment on the next student.

Harry had tried to prepare this potion many times during the summer vacation, and he was even more comfortable this time.

But they didn't get even a word of praise from Snape, or even a little more attention - Snape's purpose was obvious, he was just going after Harry.

Snape turned his head and looked at Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see even the smallest trace that should have belonged to another person.

There was a chuckle from Slytherin.

"But Potions class is different. This is a delicate art. It is not a place for you to make wisecracks, nor is it a place for your little cleverness to come in handy. Watch your mouth!"

"Think about it with your slightly better brain than the troll, think about it carefully!"

"You are indeed a little clever, so Wutou..."

"You do have some talent in potions." Snape didn't look at Harry. He stared at the potions in a daze, and his tone became softer.

Only the word "一" comes out.
To be continued...