Chapter 314： Snape's warning

"If you really remembered to bring your poor brains to the potions classroom, then the brewing of this underwater visual potion should be a piece of cake, fire, brew."

On the podium, Snape said coldly.

All the students took action, but Sean was the only one who was still standing stupidly.

No way, lack of a main material...

Snape gave him a gloomy glance, then moved closer to Harry.

"A sin..." Sean sighed secretly.

After what happened last night, Daisy and Hermione simply ignored him, and the distraught Sean didn't even notice that a little thief was ruining his potion master material.

The fresh eyeballs of the pair of rhino horn flounder were eaten by the small air wing bird as a snack...

"Wow..." A low voice came from Sean's clothes.

Hermione gave him a warning look, but turned slightly to block Snape's view to her right.

"Don't mess with the little guy at this time..." Sean sneaked his hand in and pinched the little air winged bird's ass.

The little air-winged bird trembled in Sean's clothes for a while, and soon lay numbly in the bag and didn't move.

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After experiments, the buttocks of the small air-winged bird seem to be its soft underbelly, and a pinch can make it soft for a while. No way, this guy was just born, and although he was close to Sean, he couldn't understand what Sean meant, and he was still a fool, so Sean could only use this method to calm him down for a while.

Potions class continued, and while Snape laughed at Harry's stirring techniques, Sean sidled up to Hermione.

"Hermione..." Sean whispered.

Hermione's expression didn't change at all, just shifted a little to the right.

"Professor Snape asked me to vote..." Sean was going to explain this.

However, he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips.

No, why should I explain?

An idea popped up.

I didn't do anything wrong...

wrong! Can't think so! Sean, use your ability to coax the little neighbor girl!

But after thinking about it, Sean still didn't know what to say.

I was very handy when communicating with other little girls before... Why is it that I can't turn my head now?

Sean suddenly missed the days before Hogwarts, when he could roam among girls of all ages, but now he's tied up.

"Wallup—" After the cold voice, a book was smashed on Sean's head.

Returning to his senses, Snape was looking down at himself.

"'Bystander' - is the meaning of the word difficult for you to understand?"

Sean and Harry, who were also touching their heads, looked at each other, the other stuck out his tongue at Snape's back, and raised his eyebrows at Sean, indicating that the old bat seemed to be in a bad mood today.

Daisy probably grabbed my hand yesterday...

Sean sighed secretly, and received a training honestly.

When Snape turned to leave, Sean glanced at Hermione, who was concentrating on brewing the potion, and finally decided not to speak.

As if nothing happened, this kind of thing, the more you explain it, the more chaotic it becomes, and the more difficult it is to untangle the knot the further you go.

let it go…

Sean ignored Hermione's disgusting gaze, leaned cheekily and watched the process of making the potion from the sidelines.

Hermione still didn't look him in the eye, and even stepped on Sean on purpose as he approached.

Sean was unmoved, and cheekily leaned aside.

Dislikes are dislikes, but there is one thing Hermione always likes in particular - not because of personal emotions that affect what she thinks is important.

Not only did she not block Sean on purpose, but she also moved the material shelf slightly so that Sean could see more clearly the steps she was using to brew the potion and the situation in the cauldron.

Of course, she didn't say a word to Sean until after class.

After class, Sean was about to stick to Hermione's little tricks to coax girls, but Snape stopped him.

"Demonstrate the potion, come with me." Snape didn't hide his hatred for Sean at all.

Payment has arrived...

Following Snape to the basement level, Sean almost thought he had come to the wrong place as soon as he entered Snape's office.

The large glass jars soaked in weird limbs and terrifying animals seemed to have all been removed, replaced by many types of potions that could be stored for a long time.

The potions contained in glass bottles and crystal bottles look amazing, some are boiling, some are jumping, some are emitting colorful light, and with the new bookshelf, it looks very comfortable. With velvet back chairs and a blazing bright fire, Snape's office didn't look at all eerie.

Sean, who just walked in, felt a potion master's profound potion technology, extensive knowledge, and a warm feeling that can only be possessed by some personal spaces.

When did you change it, I haven't been in confinement for a long time, I don't know this... Sean looked at the whole room in amazement.

Of course, Snape was still the same Snape, nothing changed.

He walked to the potion rack and took out two bottles of potions, then handed them to Sean, and said with a blank face: "The potion can be seen underwater, go back to study its medicinal properties, if you can't satisfy me in the weekend confinement, Then prepare to lose your days off forever."

"Uh, of course, professor." Sean agreed, then looked at the potion in his eyes.

One of the bottles was dark blue, and there seemed to be a constant flash of light inside, and the bottle was cold. Hermione also made a similar potion in the class just now, but the color of Hermione's bottle was much lighter, and the flickering dots in it were hard to see.

The other bottle was dark green with bubbles rising from the bottom of the bottle very slowly.

"This is?" Sean wondered.

Snape flicked his sleeves impatiently: "It seems that you haven't even read the catalogue of the potions book. This is an underwater breathing potion, and it is an excellent match for the underwater visual potion."

"Send me?" Sean asked in surprise.

The underwater breathing potion is much more precious than the underwater visible potion. The cheapest one in Diagon Alley also needs 15 gold Galleons, which is still the bottom price. The potion produced by a potion master like Snape is worth twice as much. That's the norm.

Snape left Sean with a head: "It's about to expire, you help me deal with it."

"Oh, good to say, good to say, I'm very happy to help." Sean nimbly put away the two bottles of potion.

Seeing that Snape stopped talking, Sean walked to the door: "Then I'll go first, Professor?"

Just when Sean was about to close the door, Snape inside suddenly made a sound, with warning and seriousness in his voice, and even Sean heard some elders admonishing younger ones.

"Wallup, the key to brewing potions, focus, and single-mindedness—" Finally, Snape said almost every word, "Do you understand?"

Sean: "...Yes, I understand Professor."

"If you understand it, then implement it seriously, otherwise, a pot of good potion may become poison—"

The meaning of exhortation is gone, it is full of threats.

Sean smiled awkwardly: "Okay, professor."

Then he quickly left the basement office.

When the footsteps faded away, Snape turned around and slowly sat on the velvet backrest chair, but he seemed to maintain his previous habit, with his back straight and not leaning against the soft backrest.

"Hmph." After a while, Snape patted the table in disgust.

…

Snape was like an old hen guarding her cubs... While eating, Sean was still thinking about what Snape had just explained to him.

He is not stupid, of course he can understand the meaning of the other party's words.

The problem is, he doesn't know himself...

Thinking about it, he glanced sideways at the other side of the long table, where Daisy and Hermione were happily chatting while eating, but he should have been there in the past.

The two girls didn't wait for their meals today.

"Hey, a woman's heart..." Sean sighed, and then secretly stuffed a piece of fish steak into his clothes while no one was paying attention, and the swallowing sound of a small air-winged bird soon came from inside.

Although this little guy was just born, his stomach is very good. Except for eating to support himself, his stomach never hurts.

After lunch, Sean walked out of the castle. There was a class on the protection of magical animals in the afternoon. Professor Scamander should have been preparing there long ago.

Although he didn't see each other eating at the long table in the classroom during lunch, Sean didn't care. For Newt, this was the norm.

Sean didn't see Newt until he walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and saw Hagrid busy at work.

"Hey, Hagrid, how are you doing?" he greeted from a distance.

Hagrid raised his head with a fluffy smile: "Of course not bad, come here, lads, and see what you guys are going to learn today."

A hippogriff was standing next to Hagrid eating a **** chicken bone.

"Oh, hippogriff? Cool." Sean walked over.

"Haha, you really know, what a wonderful little guy—" Hagrid laughed, "By the way, this guy's name is Buckbeak, I think you must know how to deal with hippogriffs, or not? Give it a try?"

"Of course." Sean nodded cheerfully.

He walked up to Buckbeak, met its dark and agile eyes with a smile, and then bowed sincerely.

"Yes, that's it, well done," Hagrid encouraged by the side. "Of course, if it approves of you, it will bow back, and if it doesn't, remember to step back slowly... oh, okay..."

Before Hagrid could finish speaking, Buckbeak quickly bowed his head in return, and then approached Sean affectionately.

"Huh? Hagrid, what did you just say? I'm sorry, I didn't catch it." Sean asked as he stroked Buckbeak's hair.

Hagrid spread his hands helplessly: "Nothing."

"By the way, what about Professor Scamander? I thought he had come over to prepare." Sean neatly rolled over and rode on Buckbeak, and then asked curiously.

"Oh, don't you know? Professor Scamander took a leave of absence and left Hogwarts yesterday." Hagrid proudly tidyed up his messy coat again, and narrowed his beetle-like eyes proudly. He got up and said, "Ha, he trusts me a lot, so I'll take the class temporarily for a week."

"Oh, that's great, Hagrid, congratulations, you'll be welcome," Sean congratulated sincerely.

"Oh, oh, hopefully," Hagrid said, rubbing his hands awkwardly, his pride gone, "I'm a little worried, after all, you know, Professor Scamander is so good."

"You're fine too, Hagrid, of course, if you need my help, just say so." Sean said with a smile.

Hagrid is kind-hearted, but his perception of the dangers of magical animals is indeed different from that of normal wizards. If possible, he is willing to help in class. Hagrid's class is still interesting if there is no danger.

Hagrid patted Sean on the shoulder gratefully, and even the hippogriff under his crotch almost lost his footing.

"Great Sean!"

"You're welcome, Hagrid..." Sean replied with a wry smile.

While rubbing his shoulders, Sean also looked into the distance suspiciously. It is rare for Professor Scamander to ask for leave. I don't know if it has something to do with Grindelwald...

When the Fantastic Creatures class started, Hagrid informed everyone that Professor Scamander was temporarily taking a leave of absence, he would substitute the class for a week, and at the same time invited Sean as an assistant.

Sean's popularity is quite good, and Malfoy's gang of Slytherins won't openly oppose him. Hagrid's first class went quite smoothly.

After Sean's demonstration, the students were quickly overwhelmed by the handsome hippogriff, and soon bowed and stroked one by one in an orderly manner.

Even Malfoy, who was always upset with Hagrid, was very honest in Sean's face.

"Okay, next one," shouted Sean, who was standing next to Buckbeak.

The girl with excitement on her face stroked Buckbeak again, then trotted away, and a girl behind came forward.

It's Hermione.

Hermione still had the same expression she had before, as if Sean didn't exist.

Instead, Sean's eyes lit up, he stroked Buckbeak lightly, leaned over and whispered a few words.

In the case of using [Beast Whisperer] all the time, Buckbeak quickly understood what Sean meant. Although he didn't understand why he had to fly around with the girl in front of him, he had to go to a small area on the side of the Black Lake. Garden, but since Sean ordered it, do yourself a favor.

He also promised to send himself two whole chickens.

Suspicion appeared in Hermione's eyes, but the impatient student behind her urged her, so she quickly stepped forward and bowed.

Buckbeak also bowed slowly in return, and Sean said with a smile: "It likes you very much, you can try it on it."

Hermione glanced at him, and finally circled around Buckbeak. She refused Sean's move to help her up, and she threw herself on the back.

"Hey—" Buckbeak let out a long cry, and then he spread his hooves and wings amid the exclamations of the students.

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