Chapter 1637

Late in Hogsmeade village, Hermione has almost completely overcome the effects of the troll's tragic death. Maybe it's the butter beer that makes her feel more relaxed after the puffy bubbles in her mouth.

But the next morning, she got up from her bed on time, put the cat aside and let it go to sleep. She had to prepare to wash and go to class.

Yes, Ravenclaw can provide a very relaxed environment, but Hermione feels that she can do better than the other eagles, at least because she thinks that a lot of things can be learned from professors, which is more accurate than what she learned from books.

Books are lessons learned, but they can also be deceptive, as her professor told her.

It's true that Hermione doesn't have much leisure time these days, and she basically spends it on reading books. She sees that many books contain the mistakes of the wizard author himself, and some even divide garden goblins and marmots into one kind of creature.

There are still a lot of words behind the door panel of the public lounge. There are still many people who come up with various excuses to ask for leave. However, Hermione just looked at it and pushed the door out, because after last night, she vaguely felt that she was different from others.

She's going to do better than anyone else, and she's going to be a dragon slayer hero during the winter vacation after Christmas.

After killing the troll, everyone, including the headmaster, was very happy. Last night, he was taken to the village to play. Is this also a reward?

Now think about it, killing the monster can become a hero, but also get a reward, nothing bad, so decided.

The two classes in the morning were all courses she didn't like very much, potions and flying brooms. Professor Snape and his own Professor acted in the opposite way, that is, he was very attentive to Slytherin and Gryffindor's courses, and relatively insipid for Ravenclaw's and huckepacci's classes.

But he still hated it, because as a professor, he also nicknamed Hermione miss know it all, which was used to satirize her by raising her hand too often to answer questions, as if to show off.

In other words, Hermione should be given no less points, which makes her uncertain about what kind of person Professor Snape is.

The magic pharmacy classroom in the basement is not big. There are more than 20 crucibles in total. Freshmen dare not escape Snape's class, but until now, Hermione is not familiar with people in her college.

Did Ravenclaw enroll four or five this year? Hermione always felt that she had forgotten something, but when Hannah got together with her again with a smile, the two girls whispered before class.

It is said that Professor Wilson took Hermione to the magic village to play on the night of Halloween. Hannah also showed an envious look and pursed her lips: "well, I really want to go too. Why does Professor Wilson only teach you automatic wands and driving and only take you out to play? Is this the special treatment of genius? "

Although she was envious, she was not envious, just joking.

Hermione took out her robe pocket and stuffed some of the sugar she had bought last night into Hannah's pocket. "When it's winter vacation after Christmas, let's go and play together. I remember yesterday where the shop is."

Hannah lowered her head. Her golden hair looked a little dim. "I'm sorry. I have to go home for Christmas. My mother is not in good health. She's still waiting for me at home."

"Well, what about Susan?" Hermione, a little disappointed, asked another little friend.

"Neither can I. My aunt told me to go home." Susan and another badger were on the potion table behind them, and they answered.

Hermione nodded. Would you like to apply to stay in school? Winter vacation starts after Christmas, including the whole January. Is it really OK not to go home?

"The PE professor should have arranged your homework for you?" Hannah grabbed Hermione's hand and gave her some full of candy: "I saw it at the hourglass in the auditorium at dinner this morning. It says that you killed a mountain monster last night and saved a Gryffindor classmate?"

"That's the gun... The automatic wand. I didn't do anything."

Hermione almost let out her mouth. No wonder many people looked at her strangely during breakfast. Even senior people pointed at her, making her think that she had words on her face and didn't eat well.

Hannah put her arm around Hermione's arm and rubbed it affectionately. "Your courage is amazing. I heard that Gryffindor was scared to death, but you could fight back. I'm sure not. I'm sure I'll vomit when I smell a monster."

"That is, once there was a slimming pill, which was made of giant monster's hair, which could be vomited and diarrhea for several days as long as you drank it." The little fat Susan also inserted a word from the back, and then she shivered like an evil cold.

Hermione wanted to say something more, but then a dark cloud came from the corridor and Snape walked in with a face in his hand.

She found that his leg seemed to be a little lame, but it was still good when she left last night.But it's not the time to think about it. Snape has a low air pressure, and the students in the classroom are silent under his gaze.

When he lifted his cape, he walked among the students, his chin raised high:

"Now class, I will teach you how to configure the water for life and death. At the beginning of school, I mentioned its ingredients. Then, anyone who uses the wrong raw materials will leave my classroom directly. After all, fools are not worthy of learning magic drugs."

Hannah was nervous again. She was especially afraid of Snape, just like some kind of natural enemy. Besides, her grades in the history of magic were not good. She would fall asleep as soon as she heard Professor ghost's class.

But Hermione didn't have time to comfort her, because in Snape's roar, everyone had to go to the preparation room next door to get the right materials.

She took Hannah and trotted back to another door, a smaller lab, and cabinets around the walls were filled with materials.

Students need to identify three of the thousands of materials they need to use today. Fortunately, Snape said it badly, but he didn't come to stop the children from discussing it.

Soon everyone got what they needed, but Hermione stopped and frowned at a jar on the cupboard. There were only a few pieces of yellow particles in it, like the dregs of someone eating cheese.

"Shall we go back? The roots of Narcissus need to be treated quickly Hannah took her hand, worried.

Hermione followed her back, whispering, "no, motra's tumor stock is all used up, and last week I saw a jar full."

It's a big pot. It's a lot that senior students can't even waste.

"Well? What does that mean? Why do you care about mouse tumors? All I know is that if we don't do it quickly, Professor Snape will drive us out

Hannah was so flustered that her voice sounded like she was about to cry.

Hearing her saying this, Hermione looked up at the professor without a word. In fact, Snape didn't look at them at all. He didn't even care about whether people came back. He just stood on the platform and looked at the dark corridor with empty eyes, as if in a daze.

Hermione didn't say anything more. Hannah still didn't understand. She could only discuss this matter with Professor Wilson. Let's finish the class now.

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