Days at Hogwarts

Chapter 37 The Sad Potions Class

In a potions class.

Snape's calm and collected tone could be somewhat hypnotic after a while, but no student dared to fall asleep in Professor Snape's class.

Today's lesson is about the properties and applications of manure. Hermione buried her head in her notebook, which was filled with dense writing, trying to cram all the knowledge into it.

Loren had already grasped the basics of this part of the lesson. Less than five minutes into the class, Loren's mind was no longer on the lesson; he was recalling his conversation with Flamel the night before.

……

"What exactly is the salvation of desperate souls!" Loren gritted his teeth as he looked at the figure floating in the air.

Riddlers are the worst! Nicole would run away after telling a riddle, but now Flamel can't seem to escape.

Flamel spread his hands, looking helpless. "I'm sorry, Loren, Nico didn't give me any memories of this. You'll have to find out for yourself..."

Back in the Potions class, Loren muttered to himself.

The one who can redeem a desperate soul must be someone, but who can be saved?

Those who died in the later battle against the Death Eaters? It can't be that simple.

Ollivander? Snape? Neither seems like it.

It's impossible for him to redeem Voldemort. With his small arms and legs, who knows who would be more desperate than him when facing Voldemort?

Hermione glanced at Loren beside her. He had his hands under the table, his eyes were vacant, and he was staring blankly ahead. It was clear he hadn't been paying attention in class.

As a good deskmate, she should of course encourage her classmate to study hard. She was about to speak when she remembered something and became a little embarrassed.

"Could it be because of what happened last night? It's all my fault for being too curious about those wizards' manuscripts and chatting with Loren too late."

The little witch was adding her own drama to the story, and Snape on stage noticed that Loren was clearly distracted.

Snape stopped lecturing and walked sternly behind Loren.

The classroom fell silent, and all eyes turned to Loren.

Hermione tried to reach out and wake her absent-minded classmate, but Snape stared at her with dead fish eyes. The little witch felt as if she had met the gaze of some kind of snake, staring intently at you without any emotion, and was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

Snape would drag out a Gryffindor student in every class and give him a sarcastic reprimand, finding excuses to deduct points. Neville had been scolded to tears several times.

Every time Potions class was held, the Gryffindor lion cubs were filled with dread.

Apart from Hermione and Loren, these two can answer almost any question and make no mistakes when brewing potions.

Harry and his classmates sighed on the surface, but cheered inwardly: Great! Today it's Loren who's unlucky, we should be safe now.

"Some people, by chance, accomplish a few things and become complacent and self-righteous."

Snape was talking about Peter Pettigrew, but the case was too extensive, too long had passed, and some procedures were still pending, so it wasn't made public.

Only a few people in Loren's dormitory knew about this, and they didn't tell anyone because Loren had instructed (or threatened) them in Dumbledore's name.

The students all believed that Snape was referring to the fact that Loren and Hermione had performed perfectly in class and had never been caught doing anything wrong.

"However, in Potions class, you must follow my rules!"

Snape raised his hand, straightened his sleeves, and slapped Loren hard on the back of the head.

"Mr. Morgan, answer my question!"

Loren, who was in the eye of the storm, was startled when he was suddenly hit on the back of the head. It didn't hurt much, and the old hand remained calm.

"What should you do if your friend Harry is poisoned and you don't have a prepared antidote on hand?"

Harry, sitting in the front row, felt completely innocent. "Thank you for including me in this," he said.

"I think we should ask the professors for help, Professor Snape."

Hermione's vision went black. She almost grabbed Loren by the collar and yelled, "What are you doing?! This is Potions class!"

Loren was very pleased with himself. "Tsk tsk, perfect answer."

If a classmate is poisoned, the first thing to do is report it to the teacher. If the victim is Harry, reporting it to Dumbledore would be the best option.

Snape's face darkened further: "Without the professor, you'll have to handle it yourself!"

Hermione suspected that Loren hadn't been paying attention in class, so she whispered to him, "Dung stone, dung stone."

Loren sighed inwardly, "Silly witch."

"A piece of dung bead is inserted into the throat. Dung bead has a good antidote effect for some common poisons, but for more potent poisons, other materials need to be added to prepare a more effective antidote."

Without saying a word, Snape returned to the stage: "Miss Granger may think she knows everything, but that is no excuse for you to disrupt the class."

"Gryffindor lost five points because of this know-it-all girl."

The Gryffindor lion cubs didn't care about the point deduction. Professor Snape would always find a way to deduct points from Gryffindor, and they were used to it. Besides, Hermione earned far more points than that.

Hermione felt wronged, but she had indeed done something underhanded. Loren clearly knew the answer, and she had been too clever for her own good. In the end, she could only blame herself for the mistake.

This result clearly did not make Hermione feel good; the more she thought about it, the more wronged she felt.

By the time get out of class ended, Loren could hear that her voice already had a slightly nasal quality.

"Loren Morgan, come see me after dinner." Snape felt a little annoyed, recalling his conversation with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore was also a riddle-maker. We talked for a long time about love, family, and all sorts of other things, but the last sentence was the key point: "Loren needs your help. Help him for the sake of this old man."

If Loren knew what Snape was thinking, he would definitely agree. Older people like that kind of thing.

……

Loren and his group accompanied Hermione in the corridor, and everyone noticed that Hermione was not in a good mood.

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He had been targeted the most and felt he had the right to speak. "Hermione, don't take it too seriously. Snape always has a reason to deduct points. You're just unlucky this time."

Loren was actually wondering how much Dumbledore had told Snape, but there were obviously more important things to do right now. "Indeed, you've earned enough points for him to deduct several times over."

"I thought it was Loren's turn to be in trouble this time," Nave said.

Ron was indignant. "If you ask me, Dumbledore should have stopped that old bat from deducting points from Gryffindor."

The group thought, "So what if points are deducted? It's perfectly normal."

The little witch clearly had no intention of joining forces with this group. She sniffed and said, "I need to go and add three inches to my Transfiguration assignment. I hope Professor McGonagall will give me some extra points." With that, she quickly walked away towards the library.

Ron watched the departing figure and muttered, "Didn't Professor McGonagall only ask for 3 inches?"

Loren clicked his tongue. This is the King of Rolls!

(End of this chapter)