Chapter 208

Ron was a little frustrated to prepare again. Although it was not difficult to tidy up the roots of different sizes, it made Ron very upset.

But Malfoy obviously won't stop there, and Harry, he's only affecting Ron now.

"And, sir, I need someone to peel the figs for me." Malfoy said his voice was full of malicious laughter.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's figs." Snape said he gave Harry a disgusting look that he had always reserved for Harry.

Harry took Malfoy's figs, and Ron began to repair the roots he had to use now. Harry peeled the figs as soon as possible. Throw it across the table to Malfoy without saying a word. Malfoy laughed more maliciously.

"Hey, Potter..." Malfoy whispered, and Fanlin swore that Snape could hear him, but Professor Snape didn't mean to stop him. He's far away from here, he's looking for points deduction projects, Neville is a good choice, Simo can also.

"Hey..." Malfoy continued to cry, but Harry didn't mean to look up.

"Come on, Potter..." Malfoy jokingly said, the tone is full of Malfoy style irony.

"I think there's something here that you must be very interested in..." Malfoy pretended to be deep. "What's the name of your filthy friend with the blood of a giant, rube Hagrid, and that stupid, damned bird Oh Yes Buckbeak. "

"What do you want to do?" Harry raised his head suddenly, and anyone could hear the anger in his words. His voice was a little loud, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. But Professor Snape seemed not to hear him at all. He turned his back to them. Snape was one-on-one with Neville Points will be deducted.

"Interested this time, Potter?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, or I won't let you go, if something happens to Hagrid..." Harry said angrily, and he patted his things on the table.

"It's terrible..." Malfoy pretended to be trembling and looked like he was imitating Neville, which, of course, aroused Harry's anger

"He's finished, Potter..."

"What do you say?" Harry asked incredulously, "what have you done?"

"I'm afraid he can't be a teacher any more," Malfoy said, pretending to be sad. "My father is very unhappy with my injury -"

"go on, Malfoy, I'm going to give you a real one." Roared Ron.

“…… He has complained to the school administrators. And complained to the Ministry of magic. My dad was a big influence, you know. What's more, such a kind of trauma that is not good for old people... " Malfoy sighed with a fake voice, "if my arms can't be restored to their original state, who knows what will happen?"

"That's why you're pretending," said Harry, suddenly cutting off the head of one of the dead caterpillars, his hands shaking with anger. "I'm thinking of a way to get Hagrid fired."

"Well," said Malfoy, his voice muffled like a whisper, "in part, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley? Cut the caterpillars for me. "

"What a pity..." Malfoy continued, "less than a week into school, our professor of magical animal protection is going to be fired This is really an unfortunate thing... "

Ron longed that Malfoy was the caterpillar under his hand. He cut it hard with a knife, and the blade of the knife crossed the table and made a discordant tearing sound.

"Of course And the big stupid bird... " Malfoy lowered his voice again. "Do you think it's going to be better, Potter?"

“……” Harry was breathing heavily, and now he wanted to punch Malfoy's battered face.

"You know, it's a beast, and he hurt a noble pure blood wizard Guess what it's going to do, Potter

Malfoy laughed. Harry's anger brought him great satisfaction. So did Hermione. She cut off a big piece of her daisy root, which startled Fanlin.

And a few seats away from them, Neville is in trouble. He is accepting Snape's one-on-one Poisonous tongue.

In potions, Neville was always broken; potions were the worst lessons he learned, and because he was so afraid of Snape, things were ten times worse.

His potion, which was supposed to be a bright green acid, turned out to be orange Longbottom Snape said he scooped a little out with a spoon and splashed it back into the crucible so that everyone could see it. "Orange. Tell me, fool, is there anything that's seeping into your thick skull? Didn't you hear me say, clearly, just a drop of mouse bile? Didn't I make it clear that a little leech juice is enough? What can I say to make you understand, Longbottom? "

Nacheng's face turned pink and he was shaking. He seemed to be about to cry."Sir," said Hermione, "Sir, with your permission, can I help him change it?"

"I didn't ask you to show off, Miss Granger." Snape said coldly, and Hermione's face was as red as Neville's with anger.

"Lombardon, before class is over, we'll give your toad a few drops of this and see what happens. Maybe it will encourage you to do this medicine well. "

Snape walked away, leaving Neville in a state of terror. "Help me!" He groaned to Hermione.

"Neville..." Van Lin whispered that he controlled his notes with his hands and flew in the direction of Neville.

However, Snape seemed to recover his keen perception. With the movement of his fingers, van Lin's notes returned to van Lin's desk uncontrollably. Van Lin could not take them up at all.

"You too..." Snape said coldly, "I think you can complete the potion configuration without relying on notes."

"But Professor Snape..." Van Lin said anxiously, "Neville, he..."

"Lombardon doesn't need any help. This is teaching. It helps lombarton's pig brain to remember Well Maybe I think too much... " Snape said sarcastically, "now, concentrate on your potions. If you don't get them ready before class, I don't mind spilling your failed potions into your dinner!"

For a moment, all the little wizards were afraid to look around, and Snape did.

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