Hogwarts' Golden Glory

"What you're doing is wrong!" Hermione instantly understood everything. She realized that Kane hadn't actually seen anything and was just making things up. She couldn't condone this act of deceiving her teacher.

Seeing this, Draco immediately retorted, "The professor has already given extra points, what's wrong with that!"

After saying that, he raised his hand triumphantly, looking as if victory was already in his grasp.

Seeing this, the students around him immediately lit up, their hearts filled with curiosity and anticipation, all secretly wondering what kind of amazing prophecy Draco would make next.

Professor Trelawney and all the students turned their attention to Draco.

"I foresaw this semester, someone will die! And he's a traitor!" Draco closed his eyes slightly, his mind filled with vivid images of the red-haired Weasley encountering various mishaps. These scenes were so real in his imagination, as if they were already a predetermined fate.

Everyone was shocked. Last time it was just an injury, and this time it's death?

Panic and fear spread through the hearts of all the wizards!

They were all afraid that they would be the ones to die, and their minds were constantly filled with thoughts of whether they had ever betrayed anyone!

"Excellent, Slytherin gets another five points!" Professor Trelawney paid no attention to the emotions of the young wizards present; she simply hadn't expected that a student would see such a wonderful prophecy in the very first class! Her face was filled with excitement!

Hermione's face turned red with anger, her competitive spirit burning fiercely. She felt she could also contribute to the school's score, but reason kept reminding her that such deceptive behavior was unacceptable.

Frustrated, she decided not to speak to either of them during the entire class!

The class ended quickly, and the remaining students tried their best to sense the so-called prophecy, but to no avail.

Several students wanted to ask the Malfoy brothers how they figured it out, but Draco's henchmen rudely blocked their way.

"Kane, is everything you just said true?" Harry leaned closer to ask the two of them.

Kane smiled and replied calmly, "Of course it's true. You'll see when it comes true."

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at Ron intentionally or unintentionally, a look that seemed to hold a deeper meaning, making Ron feel uneasy and a sense of foreboding arose within him.

"Is there any way to avoid it?" Harry asked, still unwilling to give up.

"Harry, you were prophesied to be the savior! And in the end, it couldn't be avoided, right? By the way, make sure you prepare well before class later." Kane's few words revealed a lot.

Harry was momentarily stunned and stood there dumbfounded. By the time he came to his senses, Kane and Draco were already far away.

Because Hermione was annoyed by the two boys' cleverness in the last class, she decided not to sit next to Kane.

This was Snape's Potions class, and because it was their own headmaster's class, the young wizards of Slytherin were all sitting in neat rows.

As Hermione prepared for the lesson, she remembered what Kane had once told her!

"Professor Snape, the Potions Master, was a very kind and approachable professor..."

Recalling what Kane had said, I made up my mind. It seemed that whether I could get extra points in this class depended on this teacher!

Soon it was time for class, and Snape, dressed in a black robe, strode in, his cold gaze revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

Kane understood that this was the other person's Occlumency technique constantly in operation, making it impossible for anyone to read their thoughts.

Then Snape picked up the roll call and began calling out names, but his tone became more forceful when he called out Harry's name.

"You've come here to learn..." After Snape quickly finished his rather tedious opening remarks, the entire classroom was enveloped in a silent and oppressive atmosphere.

It seems everyone has felt the power and difficulty of potion-making!

Draco's eyes were filled with adoration as he stared blankly at his godfather, his gaze brimming with reverence and awe.

However, Hermione was clearly excited at this moment. She could feel that this subject was simply made for her!

This strict and efficient Professor Snape will definitely help me surpass Kane in terms of bonus points!

At this moment, Potter's thoughts had been diverted by Snape's talk of glory and preventing death!

But suddenly! Snape seems to have mentioned him?

"Mr. Potter!" Snape said, staring at the little boy who was diligently taking notes like his mother. "Tell me, what do I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione quickly raised her hand high! Her eagerness seemed to be shouting: I know! I know! Ask me! Ask me!

Harry stared blankly at Hermione, his big eyes filled with questions! What the heck?

After realizing he didn't understand at all, Harry shook his head and turned his gaze back to Snape.

"Don't know? Then let me ask you something else." Snape, naturally not wanting to let Harry off the hook so easily, continued unhurriedly, "Mr. Potter, if I wanted a piece of dung, do you know where to find it?"

Hearing Snape continue asking questions, Hermione once again quickly raised her right hand! Ask me! Ask me! I know this! She shouted in her heart.

Harry was filled with trepidation, but he still managed to answer, "I don't know, teacher."

What are the differences between *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum davidii*?

Hermione hadn't even had time to lower her raised hand when Snape bombarded her with questions one after another. Hermione was so excited she almost stood up, her mouth unconsciously forming the words: "I! I! I! Why didn't you ask me anything?!"

"I don't know, teacher." Harry was a little frustrated at this point. He realized his lack of knowledge about potions, and this feeling made him feel somewhat disappointed.

Hermione glanced at Harry, thinking to herself, "Now he'll surely ask me! My moment to shine! Time to rake in the points!"

"It's a shame, but it's clear that fame alone isn't enough. Isn't that right, Mr. Pott?" Snape's words were laced with sarcasm and irony.

Harry was also confused. Had I offended you? Why are you targeting me?

"Obviously, Hermione knows the answer! It would be a shame not to let her answer!" Harry retorted, not one to tolerate such behavior.

Everyone laughed, feeling that Harry was incredibly brave to confront Professor Snape to his face!

"Quiet!" Snape shouted, and the entire room fell silent once more, leaving only a suffocating stillness.

Harry stared intently at Snape, his bright green eyes looking particularly striking.

Snape looked into those green eyes, and a wave of emotion surged within him.

He stepped forward, ignoring Hermione who had raised her hand, and instead stared intently into Harry's eyes.

"Put your hand down, you silly girl!" After finding Hermione's raised hand an eyesore, the dismissive tone made her lower it, and he called out, "Kane, answer these questions!"

Kane didn't quite understand how this had gotten to him. "Don't you always scold me when we work together?"

"Narcissus root powder and mugwort can be made into a powerful hypnotic drug called 'Water of Life and Death.' Dungstone is a type of stone taken from the stomach of a goat; it can counteract most poisons. As for aconite and wolfsbane aconite, they are the same plant, collectively known as aconite." Kane stood up and finished answering these questions, then asked, "Professor, these seem to have other meanings as well. Do I need to explain?"

Snape felt as if a flock of crows had flown through his mind; he was both annoyed and helpless by Kane's behavior.

This kid never gives him any face, and he doesn't know why the other guy seems to know a lot of his secrets!

The question Kane had once asked him involuntarily flashed through his mind: "Godfather, describe to me what it means to love someone you can't have?"

That day, Snape barely managed to suppress his urge and refrain from slapping this troublesome guy to death.