Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 454 Potions Exam
Sirius didn't know if Sirius's classes were interesting, but he knew Snape's Potions class was definitely not interesting at all.

At 10 a.m., the students yawned as they walked out of the History of Magic classroom and rushed to the underground classroom.

That was where the Potions classroom was located; it was always dark and felt chilly even in September.

When Snape walked in from outside, Cyrus noticed that he looked more somber than usual.

Although Snape disliked Gryffindor very much, he could still manage an ugly smile when he spoke sarcastically.

Whether it's mockery or something else, at least it's a different expression.

But today, all that remained on his face was undisguised disgust, and a hint of murderous intent emanating from him as he looked at Gryffindor… or more accurately, at Harry.

It's no surprise that the reason for all this is Sirius Black. They didn't get along when they were in school, and their relationship was even worse than that of Harry and Malfoy. You could say they were mortal enemies.

But now that his enemy has become a colleague, Snape is naturally unwilling.

Siren guessed that he should have gone to Dumbledore earlier, but he did not get a satisfactory answer.

Come to think of it, finding a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is incredibly difficult; Snape knew absolutely nothing about it. And now that someone has volunteered, how could Dumbledore possibly dismiss him?

Then Snape will just have to make do.

That's really... well done.

Of course, Snape wouldn't suffer this injustice alone.

Siren sat up straight, trying his best to prevent Snape from finding any way to deduct points.

next second...

"Potter, why are you staring at the cauldron? Didn't you notice I came in? Disrespecting the professor, ten points deducted from Gryffindor."

"Weasley, who told you to stretch your legs out so long? Ten points deducted from Gryffindor."

"Granger, you are not allowed to wear your prefect badge in my class. Ten points will be deducted from your Gryffindor score."

“Olivendine...you also don’t wear a hat, deduct ten points.”

As it turns out, when Snape wants to deduct points, no matter how well you perform, it's useless. Even though they did nothing wrong, Gryffindor still lost forty points.

However, Siren felt that he must have been affected. Snape was mainly targeting Harry, but deducting one person's points was obviously not enough, so he added the others as well.

After he finished speaking, the entire class fell silent.

“Before we begin our classes today,” Snape said, strode to the front and turned to look at everyone.

"I think it's necessary for us to conduct a small test to determine how much knowledge you've acquired in potion preparation and usage over the past few years, and whether that knowledge will be enough for you to get a passing grade in the upcoming OWL."

School has only just started, and there are already exams?

Many students' faces immediately fell. Although they were very unwilling, they didn't dare to complain at all, or even show it.

Because Snape's gaze was like that of a viper, coldly sweeping over everyone.

“But there’s one thing I must make clear beforehand: if someone’s grades are too poor…” His gaze fell on Harry, and he let out a sinister snort from his throat. “As a professor, I’d be happy to offer them a remedial course until they fully meet the OWL’s passing standard.

Okay, now Xilun knows why there's a test in the very first lesson.

Snape had clearly made this decision on the spur of the moment, immediately setting up a test on the spot and quickly filling two full pages of parchment. Then he took out his wand and waved it forcefully.

"Copy in pairs!"

Sheets of parchment covered with writing appeared before each student. After that, the only sound in the classroom was the soft scratching of writing.

When the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class, everyone lined up and handed over their completed or unfinished parchment to the table at the front.

"Now I finally understand why Fred and George were looking at me with those pitying eyes." As soon as he left the underground classroom, Ron couldn't wait to complain, "Exams right after the start of the semester, I can't even imagine what else awaits us."

The group hurried to the auditorium to have lunch, and then rushed to the top of the North Tower for a divination class.

On a stair landing, they parted ways with Hermione, who needed to go to the divination classroom on the other side.

"Come back, you cowardly runaways! Don't back down, fight me!" On the wall, a knight was brandishing a sword, fiercely waving it at them.

“Shut up, Sir Cadogan. Nobody here wants to duel with you,” Ron said impatiently, only to be met with an even ruder provocation from Sir Cadogan.

"Let's go quickly, I really don't understand why the school would hang up such a portrait."

“The professors must have been working hard to find a less crowded place.” Xiren looked around. “If it’s not for divination classes, almost no one will come here.”

"Ah, that's true."

The group quickened their pace to the top of the tower and followed the silver ladder under the trapdoor to the divination classroom.

Professor Trelawney was a skinny witch who always wore a thick shawl, even in September.

When the group came in, she was busy distributing tattered leather booklets to each table.

A Guide to Dream Interpretation?
Someone glanced at the blurry words on the booklet, then at the book in their hand titled "Prophecy of the Unpredictable."

“You didn’t buy the wrong book, children,” Professor Trelawney said in her usual dreamlike voice. “I just suddenly saw it this morning, and I should teach you this today.”

The students' expressions immediately turned serious, and they picked up the tattered "Dream Interpretation Guide" as if it were a priceless treasure and began to read it.

Judging from their serious expressions, it was as if they were trying to memorize the entire book.

“Actually, I think that compared to the magical art of divination, exams and certificates are trivial matters.” Professor Trelawney’s voice grew softer and softer, as if she really didn’t care about the so-called exam.

“However, since the principal is willing to let you take the exam…” she continued, “so please open your books, work in pairs, and interpret each other’s recent dreams based on the contents.”

“I…” Harry’s expression was somewhat stiff.

The only dream he remembered was during a holiday when he dreamt of a group of snakes intertwining together and giving birth to a baby.

However, the "Dream Interpretation Guide" does not seem to offer any explanation for this situation.

Just as Harry was about to let Siren think of one, he looked up and found him writing something seriously on parchment.

According to Harry's dream, he will fail his Potions exam and be put in detention by Professor Snape as a make-up class.

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(End of this chapter)