Chapter 69： Professor Tom Riddle

However, just as Sean was talking about "attendant, come to my side", he remembered a serious question, and the next situation in the class also confirmed his idea.

He has only two talents in potions. He usually depends on memorizing the contents of the book over and over again and Hermione giving him some help from time to time. Harry, now a real potion genius.

Halfway through the course, although Snape also found a lot of trouble with Harry, most of them were small situations such as "Potter, don't let me see you playing with that silver knife again", and he himself much worse...

"Wallup--sir, it's halfway through, can you tell me, what was supposed to be the half-finished light-blue potion, here you--" Snape raised his hazy eyes from the cauldron, "this is the cauldron Mints pulled by trolls?"

"I don't know, professor." Sean could only answer honestly.

He clearly followed the steps in the textbook strictly, but the potion he finally got was always unsatisfactory.

Snape straightened up and sneered, "Obviously, if you knew, you wouldn't have made such a thing."

He walked over to the other students and left a sentence: "Wallup, you are five inches longer than everyone else in this class's homework."

"Okay, professor." Sean replied angrily.

While Snape was picking Gryffindor thorns again, Hermione complained in a low voice while stirring: "Sean, Professor Snape is targeting you too much."

Sean looked enviously at the dark blue liquid in Hermione's crucible that was slowly fading, and said helplessly, "Maybe... Maybe I'm more handsome?"

"That's not a reason... He's just targeting you on purpose. Professor Slughorn doesn't usually do this." Hermione said dissatisfied.

"Who knows..." Sean raised his eyebrows.

He misses so much now that he was treated like a little transparency in Slughorn's class.

The morning potions class finally came to an end, and Sean failed to obtain the "clear green liquid" mentioned in the textbook. Hermione's cauldron was basically completed except that the potion was not clear enough, but the Nep just passed by with a casual glance.

And in Harry's cauldron, the potion was as green and clear as his eyes, and of course, the simmering flames that had been extinguished under the cauldron also seemed to hide the resentment in Harry's eyes.

During one class, Snape poured most of his firepower on Harry and Sean.

After Snape left a twelve-inch piece of homework, the potions class finally came to an end.

On the way to the auditorium, Harry squeezed Neville and Ron over.

"Man..." Harry only said that, and Sean immediately felt pity for him.

"Alas..." The two of them sighed together and walked towards the auditorium with their shoulders folded.

All the way, Harry's mouth never stopped.

"This is the first time that I didn't get extra points in the Potions class, and Snape was too lenient. I would have to be stabbed by him when I held the knife." He said dissatisfiedly.

"Well, maybe he is more strict with a better student like you." Sean laughed dryly.

Snape's attitude can be imagined. Harry's current appearance is almost the same as James's, except for his eyes and potion talent. In other words, he is friendlier and more friendly than James. Mature, too, Harry would probably be more popular than James back in the day.

But that cynical attitude that likes to make fun of children is exactly the same as his father, with a lot of Sirius's shadow mixed in.

Several people denounced Snape all the way, and then walked to the auditorium. Before leaving, Harry patted his chest and said that he would teach Sean about potions in the future. Sean naturally agreed with a smile.

However, if I learned some of Harry's unique tricks, would it be even more miserable to be targeted by Snape...

During the meal, Sean saw Dumbledore and Riddle talking there again, but Mr. Headmaster seemed a little tired and less enthusiastic than yesterday.

Tom Riddle remained elegant, chatting with the professors beside him from time to time.

Sean buried his head and continued to enjoy his steak. Since Dumbledore said it was all right, don't think about it.

In the afternoon, it's a class on magic attack and defense. It's true that you learn more things yourself.

After a short lunch break, Sean finally ushered in Tom Riddle's first class.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Riddle was already standing by the podium.

He leaned on the edge of the podium and waited until everyone entered the classroom before standing up straight with a smile.

"Okay, my children, welcome you to my classroom." He didn't call him by name, and after a brief opening remarks, he started pacing in the classroom.

"Before this, most of you have received, um, the course of Defense Against the Dark Arts. I want to ask you a question first."

He stood still, looked at the Hogwarts students , and the Nurmengard exchange students on the side all showed a smile.

"What is black magic?" Riddle leaned forward slightly, and his slender fingers lightly held a wand that appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"This one?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Come on, let's talk about it, Miss Granger." Riddle smiled.

"Dark magic doesn't have a strict definition, it's a general term for those dangerous magic spells," Hermione bit her lip. "The common feature of black magic is that it's powerful and has no unbreakable spell. During the casting process, the caster is almost always pregnant. With malice, the cursed person often suffers great pain and torture, but it is difficult for magical medical methods to effectively heal them."

Riddle applauded lightly: "It's basically correct." He paused, "If you only look at those textbooks."

Nurmengard's students let out a burst of laughter, Hermione's face was a little unsightly.

Riddle walked through the students again: "People tend to have awe of the unknown, and if the consequences of the unknown frighten them, that awe can turn into disgust and rejection."

He played with the wand in his hand, and then raised his hand slightly.

In the box on the side of the classroom, a brown humanoid creature flew into his hand. The little guy was about a foot long, like a potato with a big head with out-of-balance limbs and proportions.

It was a goblin, it struggled violently in Riddle's hands, and made a threatening scream.

Riddle gave a mild smile and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra"