The air was mixed with the moist and fresh smell after the rain. Some rainwater accumulated in the potholes, forming small pools of water. The little wizards carefully avoided the pools and followed the tall and thin Professor Snape step by step.
"Oh? Professor Snape, you are..."
The hybrid giant's voice was like rolling stones on the mountain, causing the water droplets on the leaves of the dense forest behind him to fall rustlingly.
Hagrid, who had a thick beard on his face, stood on the edge of the forest farm and glanced at the young wizards gathered behind Snape. His face was full of doubts - if he remembered correctly, the Potions class should not involve the outdoors.
Course schedule of activities.
Logically speaking, Snape should be teaching the little ones how to brew potions in the cold underground classroom at this time.
Instead of taking a large group of first-year wizards full of curiosity and excitement like this time, they went on an...autumn outing. Yes, you can tell from the expressions of the little guys at the back.
"It's recess time now, and I have the right to arrange students' free activities."
Snape's face froze, a hint of inconspicuous embarrassment flashed across his slightly sallow face, and he replied in a stiff tone.
"In the following potions teaching, we will need some additional teaching materials. In order to ensure that the quantity is sufficient, I think it is necessary to let the first-year students participate in the collection work."
Going to the Forbidden Forest to collect potion ingredients?
Hagrid was slightly startled, glanced at the little guys behind Snape, frowned quickly, and shook his head firmly.
"With all due respect, I don't think it's a wise choice to take the freshmen into the Forbidden Forest to collect potion materials. It's not that I don't believe in your strength, but as the gamekeeper of Hogwarts, I have to say,
The Forbidden Forest is too dangerous for these children."
Ever since the last poisoning incident, Hagrid, who was so ashamed that he couldn't bear it, had silently made up his mind to protect all students in his own way from being harmed by dangerous animals and plants in the Forbidden Forest.
"It's just some basic potion ingredients. I have my own discretion regarding this matter."
Snape waved his hand and said with some displeasure, "Mr. Hagrid, please don't waste our time."
"Sorry, Professor Snape, it's my duty."
Hagrid took a deep breath, moved a few steps, and stood directly in front of Snape in an extremely domineering manner.
Seeing the two people facing each other tit for tat, Elena, who was standing behind Snape, stroked her forehead speechlessly.
"Ahem, don't worry. Mr. Hagrid, Professor Snape actually brought us here to catch snails."
When Snape wasn't paying attention, Elena quickly walked out of the crowd, cleared her throat and said.
Professor Snape's arrogance and Hagrid's bad temper are naturally incompatible. In fact, it would be better if the two of them spread their words a little more. Why should they be so secretive?
"Catch snails?"
A strange look appeared on Hagrid's face. He turned around and glanced at the tiny creatures crawling slowly on the edge of the woods. He then looked back at Snape, who looked increasingly embarrassed, and asked curiously.
"So, this is the Potions class material you need, Professor Snape? Do new students need to learn this now?"
Although he dropped out of Hogwarts halfway through school, Hagrid had studied seriously for a few years. In his impression, it seemed that he had not used snails as raw materials in the potions class in the first three years.
Magic potion.
"That's right."
The Potions Professor who didn't have time to stop Elena took a deep breath, nodded expressionlessly, and replied in a calm tone.
"This is a new attempt to adjust the teaching of Potions, so do you have any questions?"
If it weren't for time, I really couldn't find any other better solution.
Snape would rather go to Diagon Alley himself than take a bunch of kids to the edge of the Forbidden Forest to catch snails, and he also doesn't want to be touched by other school staff in this situation.
- Even if the other person is not a full-time professor.
"No, if you just want to catch snails, come with me."
Hagrid touched his head and patted his chest proudly, making a loud banging sound.
"No one in the entire Hogwarts knows the Forbidden Forest better than me. I vaguely remember that there are a few places where every time it rains, there will be a lot of snails crawling out. If you need it, Professor Snape, then
I can pay more attention to you and collect some."
"Then, I'll help you."
Looking at the enthusiastic giant man in front of him, Snape twitched the corner of his mouth and nodded awkwardly rather than politely, "But I hope that this should be the first and last time."
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With the help of "Forbidden Forest Snake" Hagrid, catching snails has become easier and more fun.
Although Professor Snape has always had a bad face from beginning to end, most young wizards have an unexpectedly high praise rate for this legendary and terrifying Potions professor - after all, after a week of demons
After the military training, the first class includes an outing, which is really interesting for the little wizards.
"I don't think Professor Snape is who the seniors say he is."
While Cyril Elie caught the snails crawling on the leaves and put them into a container, he looked at Snape, who was standing at the edge of the forest farm holding a wand as a guard, and whispered to Susan Bones beside him.
Susan nodded in agreement, flipping the fallen leaves deftly, looking for the "snail" that had slipped through the net, and replied softly.
"Well, maybe as the eldest sister said, everyone has some misunderstandings about professors."
Hearing the conversation between the two, Hannah, who was squatting nearby to catch snails, came over and whispered mysteriously.
"I heard Elena say on the way that Professor Snape is actually a very warm person, but he was once hit by some kind of vicious curse, so he has some problems with his facial muscles, making it difficult to make too many complicated movements.
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"Oh my god, is it true? No one has ever told me this. Why doesn't everyone know about it?"
Cyril Eli subconsciously covered his mouth to prevent himself from making too much noise.
"Shh, pity the professor because he doesn't want everyone to know about it. If it were me, I wouldn't want too many people to know about it. What's more, as a Potions professor and the head of Slytherin, he must maintain his due diligence.
Some are majestic and cold."
Hannah Abbott tilted her head, thoughtfully recalling the story Elena told her, and added some more based on her own understanding. At the end, she suddenly remembered something, and added extra seriously.
One sentence.
"By the way, be sure not to tell others. Otherwise, the senior students will definitely take the opportunity to laugh at the professor."
"Of course, we will keep it strictly confidential!"
Susan Bones nodded seriously, glanced at the "paralyzed" Professor Snape with complex eyes, raised her dirty little hands and swore, "Except for my closest friends, I won't tell anyone."
of."
"What's more, what's more, does Sister Elena know anything else about the professor?"
Cyril Yili touched Hannah Abbott with his elbow and asked curiously.
Mysterious, cold, powerful, ascetic, but with an indescribable warmth inside, the story of this enigmatic adult wizard has a fatal attraction for these little wizards.
"Yeah, but you have to promise not to tell anyone else."
Hannah Abbott carefully glanced in Snape's direction and whispered with longing.
"I heard that Professor Snape's cooking is particularly delicious. But that's of course. After all, you think, the professor's potion skills are so powerful, let alone cooking - I really want to try the professor's potions skills.
It’s craftsmanship.”
"What else? What else?"
"The professor hates Quidditch the most. It is said that he once encountered that bad Quidditch hooligan group..."
"Did you know that Professor Snape is the youngest professor and dean in the history of Hogwarts..."
"The professor is an infatuated person. Since the death of his lover, he has been completely obsessed with potions..."
"I heard that Professor, he likes lilies the most. If you give a gift, you know, it would be best..."
Gossip and gossip are always the fastest spreading things.
When a secret is told to more than three people, it ceases to be a secret—not to mention the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw wizards who love to gossip and share stories.
The layers of dense forest cover reduce the transmission of sound, providing the best secret place for the little wizards to spread gossip.
When Snape announced that the collection was over and everyone began to return to the underground classroom, almost half of the young wizards looked at Snape with a hint of respect and... pity.
You can never imagine how many poignant and touching stories have emerged after more than fifty little guys adding fuel to the fire - especially when there is a white-haired dumpling like a little devil fanning the flames.
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I announce the launch of the update plan!!!
As long as the chapter reaches 500, I will add another chapter! Keep your word!
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PS1:
Collection of supporting roles: Role use, Elena’s classmate. (Ravenclaw, first year Hufflepuff)
Sairel·Eli=sairel·Eli~
Well, I just borrowed it from the fat chicken who had a hard time naming it~
PS2:
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