Chapter 140： Tsundere old bat

"Sit down—" Snape looked at everyone, "Why didn't I see you writing down this knowledge?"

The old bat's deterrent power was as always, and as soon as the words fell, everyone hurriedly lowered their heads and started writing.

Daisy sat down in a daze. She never thought that her first bonus point came from the Potions class.

Xiaobaihua thought a little excitedly, this Professor Snape is not as mean as others say.

She was even a little puzzled, because Harry said it was almost normal for him to be deducted points in Snape's class, and if there was any class without deductions - it proved that Snape's main firepower target that day was Shaw kindness.

As for bonus points? Harry's best friend Ron Weasley said: "If Snape gives Harry extra points one day, then he must be controlled by someone else."

On the podium, Snape paced slowly, his voice as faint as it came out between his teeth, but every student could hear it clearly.

"...You are not qualified to prepare these high-level potions," he introduced the potions in the dozen or so cauldrons and continued slowly, "However, this does not prevent me from giving you some hope— Like a small vial of Fuling."

"In the first lesson you will learn to brew a healing potion for boils, which is enough to empty your barren brains - if someone can do it perfectly, she will get this small reward."

The little wizards who had just been exposed to the potion were all excited, including Daisy.

However, her thirst for the Fuling Potion is not so great. It is being brewed in her mother's potion preparation room, which is to be given to Sean. Of course, my mother also promised her that she will also give herself a bottle as a gift.

Daisy's excitement stems from the refining of potions, and being able to study like a normal person at Hogwarts is something she has longed for.

Snape dragged his long black robe to and fro around the classroom, sternly pointing out any little wizard's steps that went wrong.

"Stupid operation - you must not have turned even a single page of your Potions textbook, right? I know your father, and it seems that you didn't even inherit one-tenth of his talents." Snape turned to a said the boy named Kurt Reddy.

Reddy flushed, the freckles on his nose quivered with shame and fear.

He didn't know why this Professor Snape was targeting him like this, this was the third time - only 20 minutes had passed since the class, did the other party have a grudge against his proud Auror father?

Daisy also saw this scene. Although Professor Snape's words were indeed shocking, she didn't have much to sympathize with the boy.

She still remembers the boy whistling to her as she ran to the high stool during the sorting ceremony.

Daisy doesn't like people like that - why isn't everyone as well-mannered as Sean?

Of course, if it's just being polite and educated, it's still not as good as Sean... Xiao Baihua looked at the cauldron being licked by the slow fire with her green eyes, and she was still rubbing the herbs to be added in her hands. muttered alone.

"Remove the cauldron from the fire, and then add the porcupine thorn." A voice suddenly reminded him.

Daisy turned her head in a panic, but only saw Snape's back. He seemed to be just passing by and reminded himself by the way.

Not so mean... Daisy muttered and removed the cauldron and added the porcupine quill, then was excited to find that her potion had turned the dark grey the book said.

However, at the end of the first potion class, Daisy didn't get a perfect potion, and she was a little annoyed - she made a mistake in cooking the tentacle slugs, which greatly reduced the potion's effect.

Snape looked at everyone's potions and kept pointing out various mistakes in a somber tone. Many students blushed, and Kurt Reddy, who had been scolded all the time in class, was deducted points - he didn't. Carefully burn your own crucible.

When he came to Daisy, Snape paused, and he said with a blank face: "When cooking the tentacle slugs, you need to adjust the heat three times, each time lower than the last time, and then in the slug pus Immediately add it to the potion within half a minute of the liquid being evaporated to dryness—get it?"

"Yes, Professor." Daisy nodded quickly.

Snape left a sentence and walked away: "Not bad for a wizard who is new to potions, five points for Ravenclaw."

He walked back to the podium: "Obviously, no one can meet my simplest request—but since you're freshmen, I'll give you one more chance."

Snape put his hands on the podium, his greasy black hair hanging down from his forehead: "My promise is still valid, another potion will be brewed in the next class, you can go to someone to learn some experience," he emphasized. A sentence, "Maybe it helps..."

"get out of class."

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"As a Ravenclaw student, you actually got extra points from Snape!" In the Ravenclaw lounge, Hermione covered her mouth in disbelief.

Opposite the chair, Daisy, who was habitually curled up, blinked ignorantly. After she told Hermione and Sean about her first Potions class, their expressions were always weird.

Hermione couldn't believe it, and Sean looked up at the sky with dazed eyes.

"I think, Professor Snape, it's not as bad as you say?" she said cautiously.

Sean sighed, he rubbed Daisy's head, just like he often did to his sister Ella, and then said in the girl's hot eyes: "Daisy, I have a hunch, you can offset me The points deducted in Snape's class Xiaobaihua bit her lip a little embarrassedly, and she whispered, "But my performance is not very good... I used to be a potions class professor. Is that Mr. Slughorn? Harry got the Flux in his first class, I'm not that good..."

"Snape's requirements are higher, and you're doing well," Hermione glanced at Sean and said sarcastically, "A lot better than Sean anyway."

Sean blinked: "...well, I admit it."

Daisy's eyebrows and eyes turned into crescents, and she liked the feeling of someone talking and chatting together.

The three talked for a while, and Daisy mentioned the next class: "Professor Snape said that he would give us another chance, but we don't know what potion will be made in the next class..."

Hermione also frowned. "Snape and Slughorn teach differently. Our first-year experience may not work..."

Sean laughed dryly: "I have an idea..."