Chapter 115

"Malfoy!" Snape gave a low roar, and Malfoy bounced up from the ground. Looking at Snape with a livid face, he knew he had made a big mistake this time.

"Later, in my class, I won't allow you to continue sitting. In addition, Slytherin will deduct 10 points and go back to his seat!"

With Snape's sentence, Malfoy also put his head under his neck, slipped to his seat and stood behind HEMA.

"Abe, almost scared to death..."

"Malfoy! I'll talk to your father. "

"Hey?" Malfoy was completely lost~

Slytherin at the bottom also looked dignified. Gryffindor's little lions thought it was a bad breath, but what they didn't expect was.

Although Snape was angry and deducted the score of his college, will Snape in this state still give Gryffindor room to make mistakes and not be caught?

"Then next, start class!" Snape straightened up, picked up his notebook and looked at Harry, who was laughing. HEMA seemed to see a dangerous word on Harry's head.

An hour later, Snape with a happy (indifferent) face walked out of the room, leaving a scene of students crying and howling.

This time, not only Harry Potter, the trio, not only Gryffindor, but also the students of Slytherin college felt the power of the devil.

In this one hour class, Snape deducted 27 points from Gryffindor and 19 points from Slytherin, which is not a large deduction.

But when you are making magic potions, you deduct one point every time you fail, and then accumulate it. It can be said that you kill people, and you will be convinced by the deduction of points!

And every time before deducting points, I will ridicule you seriously and strangely, which is simply spiritual pollution.

Even HEMA was already ready and was shouted by Snape. Fortunately, HEMA's final result was successful and no points were deducted.

"Hoo... It's over. I feel like I'm going crazy." A Slytherin student nearby said so.

But opposite Gryffindor, Neville, the little heart, has stayed there, because he deducted 7 of Gryffindor's 27 points alone.

In other words, he made seven serious mistakes in the process of making magic potions, which is obviously very abnormal.

After all, the potion made this time is a shrinking solvent, which is a potion of normal difficulty for the third grade little wizard.

Even though Snape's preciseness is very high, it doesn't mean he can make seven big mistakes in a row. Fortunately, Snape let the child go in the end, "it's possible. I'm optimistic about you, Malfoy." HEMA glanced at Malfoy and patted him on the shoulder with encouragement.

"Hey? Aren't you coming with me? "

"This? No, I'm too weak. I'm afraid I can't deal with a powerful Death Eater or our master Malfoy. "

Hearing this, Malfoy also knew HEMA's sarcasm. He immediately turned his head angrily and flipped the newspaper at will.

Harry, of course, saw the newspaper, but obviously he wanted to catch Sirius's fantasy than Malfoy.

Harry and the others were lost in thought, because Sirius Black was a Death Eater, and Voldemort was the boss of the Death Eater.

Then, as Voldemort's greatest enemy, Mr. Savior, Harry, was naturally the target of death eaters, and a sense of crisis filled the air.

Harry looked at the reward picture of Sirius. He thought of the black dog he saw that day, and then thought of the result of divination. Suddenly his forehead and hair hurt.

"I'm not the Savior, Voldemort!"