Dragging his tired body into the auditorium through the open door, Fred Weasley said to the twin brothers next to him in a tone that was about to survive a disaster.
"You should say, it's too bad, there's a grade ahead of us."
George Weasley rolled his eyes feebly and nodded towards the black-robed figure at the front of the team, "What the devil Snape cares about is not whether he can be the first to eat."
In this morning, they refreshed their understanding of the strength of the Potions Professor at Hogwarts.
It was as if he had specially studied all the students' ways of slacking off, whether it was coma, cutting corners, running away, pretending to be sleepy, or even deliberately getting hurt... Snape only needed to glance at the "Devil's Parchment" in his hand with an expressionless expression.
You can easily find ways to deal with it.
So much so that George and Fred even had a strange and terrifying feeling. It was as if they were no longer facing rigid professors, but themselves who had grown into adults. Oh no, to be precise, it was worse than that.
It's even more terrifying.
While the two were talking quietly, Professor Snape also sat down with Professor McGonagall, who had just finished directing the sixth-grade students to take their seats.
"Severus, it's good to see you. To be honest, I always thought Professor Flitwick's seventh graders would be first."
Mag's eyebrows were raised, and a smile appeared on her pursed lips.
If she was just a little surprised when she was informed by Professor Dumbledore that the sixth graders were ranked first at noon today. Then seeing Snape walking into the auditorium second with the third graders, it was really a surprise to McGonagall.
The professor brought a lot of surprises.
"There are not many difficulties. Professor Dumbledore has already written it in great detail in the [Course Description]."
Snape replied calmly, glanced at the third-year students who subconsciously returned to sit at the desks of various deans, and were "excited" to share the morning's experiences with their seniors. There was an almost invisible smile at the corner of his mouth.
Warped up.
It seems that the aerosolized brain-refreshing potion made by imitating the smoke silverware in Dumbledore's office is quite effective. Although it is not as effective as taking it directly, it can still play a certain role in relieving fatigue. Maybe it can be increased appropriately in the future.
dose?
At the same time, next to the Hufflepuff table, a third-year curly-haired boy was describing the scene that happened in the Potions classroom to the seniors at the same table with a frightened look on his face.
"Oh, my God. You can't imagine what I went through. In just one morning, I was hit by Professor Snape's petrification spell twice and the awakening spell once. In that place, let alone coma, I couldn't even feel sleepy.
It’s a luxury.”
As he spoke, the boy yawned and left the Potions classroom. After breathing in the fresh air of the auditorium, he felt endless sleepiness slowly pouring out of every cell in his body. If it weren't for food,
Expectation and hunger, he may have chosen to lie back directly on the warm bed in the dormitory at this time.
"What do you mean?"
A long-haired girl sitting opposite the curly-haired boy curled her lips, her eyes filled with disdain.
"Professor McGonagall did not use the petrification spell. She directly turned everyone's robes into hollow tree trunks. During the [Unleashing Nature - Leapfrog], a Slytherin boy disobeyed the arrangement. McGonagall
The professor turned a desk at the back of the classroom into a giant toad right in front of everyone."
"So, in the end, is there anyone who..." The curly-haired boy imagined the scene, swallowed carefully, turned his head and looked at the Slytherin House table behind him, with some inexplicable anticipation in his eyes.
The senior girl shook her head and sighed with regret, "No, after that everyone moved as hard as they could. If it was really because of lack of physical strength, Professor McGonagall would be like Snape
Just like the professor, cast the [Vitality Revival] spell on everyone."
After a pause, the long-haired girl carefully glanced at the staff seat and waved her hand tiredly.
"So... be content, at least Professor Snape will not turn you into a jumping frog - even if it is just a threat. And on the bright side, at least we are all the first batch to eat
Yes, you have done a good job, and Professor Snape must be very satisfied."
"Not necessarily. I think Professor Snape's character will only become more terrifying tomorrow."
The curly-haired boy replied pessimistically, but thinking about the upcoming sumptuous lunch, his expression softened somewhat.
In the face of increasingly bleak suffering in the coming week, perhaps only the sumptuous meals at Hogwarts can sustain them.
Ding ding ding~
The students were not left with much time for discussion. Seeing that all the students were already sitting on the benches, Dumbledore knocked on the glass and stood up, looking around with admiration at the young faces in the audience.
"Thank you for your hard work. I think everyone is starving, so I won't say any more boring words of congratulations."
Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, and a variety of food instantly appeared on the empty dining table, "Enjoy your rewards. As the first batch of winning grades, today's limited edition dishes are... are..."
The cheerful smile on Dumbledore's face slowly froze. Unprecedentedly, the teachers and students present heard such an abrupt pause from Dumbledore for the first time, and they followed the old man's gaze curiously.
past.
Soon, everyone discovered something was wrong - there was almost no decent meat on the table.
Toasted bread, baked potatoes, potatoes with skins, boiled potatoes, mashed potatoes, potato chips, and Scottish-style Yorkshire puddings...the food that still looked rich quickly filled most of the places on the long table.
If you don’t take into account the long row of empty huge plates located in the center of each long table, usually used to hold the main dishes.
Meat! Gone!
This transition from hope to despair almost instantly caused the entire auditorium to fall into a dead silence, as if dozens of dementors suddenly drifted into Hogwarts.
"Sorry, it seems there is some minor situation in the kitchen. Please wait a moment, new dishes will appear soon."
There was no hesitation for too long, only less than two or three seconds before Dumbledore came to his senses first, smiled gently, pressed his hands softly, and comforted the students who were about to cry.
"Is it Peeves?" Professor McGonagall frowned, glanced at the [Potato Platter] on the table, and sounded unhappy.
"No...if Peeves was causing havoc in the kitchen, we should have gotten the news already. Besides, ghosts don't just destroy meat, but the students should still be training at this time-"
Snape shook his head and analyzed calmly, his face also a little gloomy.
"Minerva, Severus, I'll leave the students in the auditorium to you for the time being. I'll go see what's going on."
Without any further hesitation, Dumbledore nodded to the wizards and witches on his left and right, stood up and walked through a stone door towards the underground level.
In fact, he could roughly guess some...
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, and a small figure with long silver hair gradually became clear in his mind.