Chapter 138： Snape's mind

Dumbledore's words were like dropping a pebble on the calm lake, and the muttering spread like ripples.

Go to Nurmengard for academic exchange... In the eyes of most students, this sentence can be expressed in another way - Hogwarts will choose a group of people to go to Nurmengard to be beaten.

Last school year, the students of Nurmengard didn't seem to take advantage of it, but many people have also realized that the ability of the other party is obviously better than that of Hogwarts at the same age.

If you go to someone else's territory... the faces of the Hogwarts students are a little ugly.

Sean's expression wasn't very good either. He wasn't afraid of academic exchanges. It wouldn't be sure who bullied anyone at that time - the key was Grindelwald.

That old man who didn't like to follow the rules and was uncertain, Sean always felt that the other party would mess up something abnormal about him.

Dumbledore and other students in the auditorium discussed for a while before extending his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, his expression became a little more serious: "This is a good learning opportunity, I hope the selected people can put their hearts and minds in learning. On top of progress - the selection method will be notified halfway through the semester."

After the school song session, everyone got up and walked towards the lounges of their respective colleges. The prefects were busy leading the freshmen. Daisy was in the team, and many students had already fought with her. hello.

Not only her outstanding appearance, but her close relationship with Sean is also seen by others. The influence of Ravenclaw courtesans is still good, and Daisy, who is afraid of life, is almost scared by the enthusiasm of the students.

Sean smiled at her, indicating that she should not be afraid. Although the little eagles are arrogant, they are good friends after they get along well.

However, Hermione didn't wait for him this time, the girl chatted hotly with Selma, who had just met, and the two went straight back to the dormitory together.

How did you become a loner? Sean shook his head helplessly and walked back slowly.

The next morning, Hermione was back to her old self, drinking pumpkin juice and reading the Daily Prophet that the owl had just delivered.

"...The Ministry of Magic has encountered a burglar?" Hermione said in surprise.

Sean leaned his head over, and the black-and-white photo of Fudge on the most prominent page of the paper was hiding from the reporters.

"The Ministry of Magic encountered a mysterious thief. The Minister said that he would get back the annoying people as soon as possible, but he kept silent about the lost items in the Ministry." Below the bolded title, Fudge's expression on the photo looked a little irritable.

"It is reported that this incident happened in the early morning, and the intruder mixed in with the Ministry of Magic staff at work... The Aurors quickly launched a hunt, but the intruder was not caught..." Hermione read the report in a low voice, Then he covered his mouth in surprise, "That's when we go to the station!"

Sean nodded: "Then the traffic police Harry and the others encountered... No, the Aurors they encountered were probably chasing criminals."

"What will the intruder steal?"

Sean shook his pumpkin juice and found that it was not unusually thick before he said casually: "Who knows, there are many mysterious things in the Ministry of Magic, right?"

Hermione nodded: "But the security measures at the Ministry of Magic are not even as good as Hogwarts!"

"Hermione, Hogwarts is much safer than the Ministry of Magic."

After enjoying breakfast, they walked towards the basement classroom. The first class of the school was the Potions class, which made Sean a little nervous.

"Huh?" Hermione, who stepped into the classroom ahead of him, made a suspicious voice.

"What's wrong?" Sean walked in, and then also showed a strange expression.

The basement classroom was as gloomy as ever, but in front of the podium, more than a dozen cauldrons were propped up, and the potion was bubbling inside.

Hermione sat in front of a cauldron. She sniffed the smell and looked puzzled: "Is this a tonic? Fourth grade content, we haven't learned yet."

Sean sat down next to her. Although Snape was always finding fault with him, he was still used to staying in the front row with Hermione, being scolded and scolded, and learning still required hard work.

"If I hadn't seen Snape on the teacher's desk yesterday, I would have thought that Professor Slughorn was back - oh, is that a Flux?" Sean saw a small, central Crucible, the golden liquid inside is jumping like fish.

"Yes..." Hermione's expression became even more puzzled, "Although the formula of Fuling Potion is written in the textbook of "Advanced Potions Making", there are very few people in the wizarding world who can successfully cook it. Nep couldn't have taught us that."

Sean nodded, and then a strange thought came to him: Snape didn't want to give these potions as a reward, like Slughorn, did he?

This is so magical...

While they were whispering, the door of the basement was slammed open, and the big bat stepped in with a resolute step.

The whispers in the classroom disappeared instantly under his gloomy eyes.

Just when Snape opened the roll call, a group of people rushed out of the classroom, it was Harry and the others.

"Potter--sir, let's see, we're late for the first class, aren't we?"

Harry gasped. "Professor, ha-ha-, three minutes to go?"

"When I walked into the Potions classroom, the class had already started - five points from Gryffindor because the three of you were late on the first day of school," Snape said coldly.

"Professor, this..."

"Are you waiting for me to invite you--to your seats?"

Harry's lips twitched twice, and he finally sat down angrily.

Sean had a toothache. He thought that after Daisy entered school Snape's attitude might be a little more friendly, but now it seems that the days of suffering for him and Harry are still long...

Dumbledore had already announced that all future lectures would be held at the same time in the four colleges. In the basement classroom, the second-year students were sitting on their heads, waiting for Snape to complete the roll call.

Snape stood before the cauldrons after making sure no one was absent.

"Our principal told me that teaching will be more rigorous in the future, and while I don't know if each of you will be able to bring your own brains - I have something in store."

He stood in front of a cauldron: "This may inspire your yearning for potions—of course, many of the potions here are beyond your ability to brew after graduation."

Snape sneered, then quickly asked, "Wallup, tell me, what is this potion?"

Sean stood up and looked carefully at the cauldron Snape was referring to, which contained a rich milky white liquid.

hmm... don't know...