The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 27 Why Snape is like that

In the hall, the Gryffindor table was already full of people. Ada first filled her seat with a bowl of steaming hot vegetable soup. After a mouthful of the vegetable soup, Ada's body, which had been stiffened by the cold wind, finally recovered.

"How was the training today?" Angelina asked. The weather was very cold today, so she and Alia did not go to watch the training.

"It's a shame you two didn't go today," Fred said before Ida could speak. If he could put down the sausage in his hand, what he said would be more convincing.

"We played a friendly match with the regular team, half-court offense and defense," George said as he put food on his plate.

Angelina and Alia looked a little regretful. They turned to look at Ada and asked, "What they said is not true, right?"

"Unfortunately, what they said is true. They lost the friendly match. If you had gone, you might have won." Ada couldn't bear to add insult to injury, so she put down the food in her hand and comforted the two people. "But don't be too regretful. Charlie said that there will be more friendly matches like this in the future."

The two girls looked better after hearing what Ada said, but the ferocity with which they cut the beef revealed a great deal of resentment.

Charlie did say this. The quality of the current Gryffindor players is not very good, and Charlie no longer has any hope of competing for the Quidditch Cup.

He places his hopes on the next generation, believing that the twins as well as Angelina and Alia are all good prospects and worth cultivating.

After the sumptuous dinner, the group returned to the noisy common room. Ada did not do any extra practice at the twins' request to combine work and rest.

Fred and George were struggling with their homework, as if the homework book had some deep hatred with them. But Ada had already finished her homework, which was a piece of cake for Ada, whose study life was even more miserable.

She took out a book called "Cook Your Glory" from her schoolbag and started reading. Potions class was coming up again, and Ada had to prepare in advance.

"How did you offend Snape recently?" George asked, looking up from his homework. He saw the potion book in Ada's hand, so he asked this question.

"I don't know. I really haven't contradicted him recently. I just do whatever he says. I'm very honest." Ada didn't look up. She was reading the effects of a potion ingredient.

"How could you be so unlucky? There are so many students this year, but you are the only one chosen by Snape." Fred also said, "With your luck, why don't you go to the Daily Prophet and participate in the lottery!"

Ada was a little excited by these words. Maybe she would be able to turn bad luck around and win the grand prize of the Daily Prophet, and her dream of getting rid of poverty and becoming rich would come true.

"If only Professor McGonagall could be like Snape!" George exclaimed.

In fact, Professor McGonagall is also quite protective of her students, but she is not as obvious as Snape. Her love for her students is always in secret.

"In that case, Professor McGonagall is no longer herself. This is the consciousness of the school's vice-headmaster." Ada said, "It is totally incomparable to Snape, a dean."

"If only we could dethrone Slytherin from the throne of the House Cup this year, Snape would be so excited!" The twins fantasized with fascination on their faces, as if they had already seen that day coming.

"Go to bed, you can dream about anything." Ada yawned, waved goodbye to the twins, and went back to the dormitory without looking back.

Friday afternoon was a torture for the first-year Gryffindors. It was almost the weekend and the two-day weekend was just around the corner, but they were not happy at all. All this was due to the shadow cast by Snape and the Potions class.

Fortunately, Gryffindor has an "outstanding" T like Ada, who can steadily attract Snape's hatred, and Snape's output target is mainly concentrated on her.

It can basically be said that in the Potions class, Ada shared most of Snape's firepower and enjoyed Snape's "favor" alone, while the venom sprayed on other Gryffindors was not even a drizzle.

Since November, for some unknown reason, Snape's troubles with Ada have become more serious. The questions he asked Ada were no longer limited to the textbook, and he often asked Ada some questions that were beyond the syllabus.

If Ada could not answer these questions, she would be met with Snape's sarcasm. If Ada dared to contradict Snape or even show the slightest dissatisfaction, the only result waiting for her was a point deduction.

In the dim potion classroom, the little lions came early, and Ada and the twins sat obediently in their seats. Ada shrank her body and tried to make herself less conspicuous. She didn't want to be deducted points by Snape again, so she chose to follow her heart. She was now helpless, and it was not shameful to be intimidated by Snape.

As soon as the class started, the classroom door was opened. Snape "floated" from the last row of the classroom to the podium. His face was sallow, his black hair was still greasy, and he looked at all the students in the classroom.

I wonder how much shampoo he uses to wash his hair? How long can he last after washing his hair? Ada complained in her heart. She was like a quail, hiding behind the twins.

I have to say that Snape's eyesight is really good. Although the classroom was a little dark and Ada was hiding behind the twins, Snape still found her immediately.

His eyes stayed on Fred and George, as if he had seen through their bodies and saw the "little quail" behind them.

There was no need for Ada to continue hiding. Since she had been discovered, she might as well let the storm get even more violent...

"Miss Drizzt!" Snape began his routine questioning from a high position. "If I need to make a shrinking potion, what materials do I need?"

This question had been asked in the last potion class, but Ada was unable to give an answer at that time. After class, Ada went to the library and figured out the formula of the potion.

"Chopped daisy roots, peeled shrunken figs, thinly sliced ​​caterpillars, a drop of mouse bile and a little leech juice, professor." Ada told her the recipe she knew.

Snape was very satisfied with Ada's finding the answer after class, but he would not show it. He never gave Ada any good look.

Snape asked Ada questions at the beginning of each class because Ada's night walks increased his workload, so Snape decided to find something for her to do so that she wouldn't have excess energy to go out for a night walk at night, and he would have to follow her to clean up the mess.

Snape was deliberately trying to make things difficult, so he naturally didn't just ask one question. He continued to ask, "If I want to make another beauty potion, what else do I need?"

It’s here. What is supposed to come has come. It’s still the familiar recipe, and it’s still the familiar taste. Sure enough, after the forced “review” of the questions in the previous class, the questions beyond the syllabus will arrive on time.

"I don't know, Professor," Ada replied, trying to keep her tone calm and without any emotion.

"It seems that our Miss Know-It-All is just like this." Snape's mockery came late, "Maybe one day when you lose your pretty face, you will remember this potion carefully."

Ada clenched her fists under the desk, trying hard to distract herself and prevent Snape's "evil plan" from succeeding.

"For your brain, which is not much better than that of a troll, I can only ask some simple questions." Snape decided to ask the last question. After all, there were still many students waiting for class. "What potion can the feathers of the Silent Bird be used for?"

"Recollection potion and truth serum, professor." Ida answered the question mechanically. She had just read about the feathers of the silent bird yesterday, and this question hit the nail on the head.

"Miss Drizzt, you have finally learned how to mobilize your brain. You are now smarter than the trolls. This is truly cause for celebration." After Snape gave a bad review, he officially started today's class.
"Turn to page 87. This is your lesson for today."

The sound of flipping pages of books could be heard in the classroom. Ada, wearing a mask of pain, breathed a sigh of relief. No points were deducted today, so she felt she had lived up to Professor McGonagall's love.

While flipping through the book, the twins gave Ada a thumbs-up, indicating that she had done a good job today.

Although these questions were somewhat unreasonable, thanks to Tosnep, Ada had mastered many extra potion recipes, which could be considered a blessing in disguise.

Ada is not the kind of person who doesn't know how to appreciate what she has, but she really doesn't have the luck to enjoy it, so whoever wants it can take it away quickly.

Snape's act of cutting her flesh with a soft knife really hit Ada's sore spot, which made her very helpless. Ada didn't know when such days would end.

Ada, who could no longer bear it, now only hoped that Snape would show mercy and give her a quick death.

(End of this chapter)