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Chapter 110 Snape Gets Scolded (Please Subscribe to the Official Version)

Three minutes later, Professor S moved on to the next step on time, and the students who had not finished grinding let out sad groans, including Percy.

Next, Moriarty followed the steps taught by Spellbook, added the powder to the crucible, heated it for 20 seconds, and then waved his wand to let the magic envelop the crucible and fully contact the material.

"Now, start the timer and simmer for 60 minutes!"

Professor Snape placed the potion in a cauldron to brew, then stepped down from the podium.

Moriarty then said to Lilith, "Look, I'm using a golden cauldron."

"So what if I found out?" Lilith said haughtily. "I used the same one. Is that so strange?"

"Different types of crucibles will result in slight differences in cooking time."

"But the professor didn't mention that."

"That's because most students use copper crucibles." Moriarty looked around, finally fixing his gaze on Lilith's face, noticing that she had her mouth slightly open.

Moriarty said with a slight smile, "Using a gold crucible will reduce the cooking time by about five minutes, and since I crushed the ingredients beforehand, it will reduce it by another ten minutes. Therefore, I only need to cook it for forty-five minutes, which will be just as get out of class ends."

"Okay, you're really great." Lilith brushed her long hair behind her ear, though she said that, her mood was actually low.

She pursed her lips; if it came down to who could cook it first, she had already lost.

But this is only the first stage.

The swelling potion needs to be mixed with a bat spleen; that's her only chance to turn the tide!

Just seconds later, Lilith perked up again, clenched her little fist, and smiled at Moriarty: "Just you wait, I'll be ahead of you in the next stage!"

After she finished speaking, she immediately buried her head in her textbook, scanning the steps and not missing a single detail.

Jericho chuckled, "Admit it, young lady, you can't compare to the master. It's so easy for me to imitate his steps! Besides, it's a form of learning..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a loud "bang." Moriarty quickly turned around and saw that Keith's arm was swelling up at a visible speed!

There was a shattered crucible on his table, its liquid splashed into the air. It was clear what had happened: Keith's crucible had exploded!

Just as it was about to land on the students in front, Moriarty waved his wand, and the water elemental magic in the air enveloped the liquid, freezing it into small ice crystals that fell to the ground with a patter.

At this moment, Keith seemed to realize something was wrong, and let out a painful howl: "Ouch! Oh no! It really hurts..."

"Fool!" Professor Snape strode over from his seat by the door, and after a few glances, he knew what had happened. "You crushed the materials like Moriarty did, but you didn't properly coat the powder with magic!"

"Your control over magic is terrible, you idiot! Thank goodness it wasn't the full swelling potion, or your arm would have swelled up like a giant balloon! Get up, let's get to the school clinic!"

He grabbed Keith's shoulder, trying to take him to the school hospital, but Keith resisted with his other hand, breaking free and staring wide-eyed.

Keith yelled, "I've had enough! I have to listen to your insults every single class! You say my steps are wrong, but why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Aha, I know! You're getting revenge on me, aren't you? Because I turned you away the day before yesterday morning, and you couldn't stand being stopped by your students, so you wanted to teach me a lesson? You're awful! If you ask me, you should be expelled from the school and permanently barred from entering!"

The students were stunned. They stared at Keith, who had one arm bigger than the other, his eyes filled with madness, and a sinister grin on his lips.

Professor Snape's eyebrows twitched with anger, and his mouth stretched out so long that all the flesh on his face gathered on his cheeks. For a moment, Moriarty thought he looked a lot like a movie star from his past life, the one who played Hao Jian.

But the stars don't have magic, while Professor Snape does. His face was terribly gloomy, and his whole body was shrouded in a cold aura, causing several students to shiver.

Moriarty saw him wave his wand, and then Keith's mouth was sealed shut—his lips were as if glued together, unable to be separated.

Professor Snape roughly shoved Keith toward the door. "Arrogant and disrespectful to a professor! Thirty points deducted from Slytherin's score! Keith, you're in detention. Also, I'll write a letter to your grandfather; he must come to the school in person to take you back!"

When the cult leader spoke these words, his lips barely moved, and his voice was so soft and thin that it was chilling to hear, especially when he raised his wand.

However, he simply tapped a roll of parchment on the podium with his wand and wrote a few words on it.

"Larpo!" shouted the teacher. "Take this idiot to the school hospital, then deliver him to the principal's office. The password is honey toffee."

Spelled the parchment into a tube, tossed it to Larbo who was walking over, and then glared at Keith: "You've been keeping those filthy words shut, swallowing them down. Are you a little calmer now?"

However! I, Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Professor, recommend that the Headmaster expel second-year student Keith!

Yes, yes! Your ears are working fine, you understood, so let's go, let's go!

Keith seemed terrified, and could only let out strange "ooh-ooh" sounds as he tried to say something.

Realizing he couldn't speak, he glared at St. with a venomous look, then became gloomy and motionless, letting Larpo drag him away.

Professor Snape sat back down at the podium, and not a single student dared to speak. "Toot~" Moriarty's golden cauldron made the sound of boiling water, and everyone looked at him.

Everyone remembers Moriarty saying, "I only need to simmer it for forty-five minutes, just in time for get out of class to end."

So get out of class is over now!

The young wizards stared expectantly at Spellbinder, but a minute passed and Spellbinder remained unresponsive.

Just as the young wizards thought the lesson wasn't over and lowered their heads in disappointment, a loud shout rang out!

"Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you all so eager to go to the next class because you want to learn about antidotes with the fourth-year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws? So you can cure your rotten brains!"

Professor Snape scanned the classroom, and the young wizards jumped to their feet, hastily gathering their tools and rushing out of the classroom at a pace completely opposite to when they arrived.

Soon, only Moriarty and his two companions remained in the classroom. They exchanged a glance; this class had been incredibly bizarre.

Moriarty put away the half-finished swelling potion and led Lilith and Jericho toward the classroom door. Sensing that the professor was in a bad mood, they quickened their pace.

As Lilith stepped out of the Potions classroom, she let out a soft sigh. "Thank you, Merlin! For a moment, I thought Spellstone would give Keith a Killing Curse in return."

“Indeed, Keith really angered the Sylvanas Windrunner today. Didn’t you see him? He was gripping his wand so tightly it was practically creaking!” Jericho, unusually, didn’t object. He gripped the cauldron with both hands, placing it into the small pouch of the Unseen Stretching Charm, and said with a serious expression, “I dare say if Keith weren’t a student, we would have witnessed a murder!”

"That's not the point. Didn't you hear? Keith insulted Professor Snape." Moriarty strode forward, glancing at Lilith and then at Gijeric. "Unless Keith really doesn't want to stay at the school, no, unless he doesn't intend to survive in the European wizarding world, he'd have to be crazy to insult Professor Snape."

After dinner, we went to the school clinic; Keith must be in trouble.

Swelling potion is indeed a second-year potions course at Hogwarts. The specific steps for making it are as follows. Interested young wizards can give it a try. Of course, don't use bat spleen.

Step 1: Add 2 tablespoons of dried nettle to a mortar and pestle, add 3 parts of pufferfish eyes to the mortar and pestle, grind into a medium-fine powder. Add 2 parts of the mixture to a crucible, heat at medium temperature for 20 seconds, wave the wand, and simmer for 60 minutes (depending on the type of crucible). Step 2: Add 1 part of bat spleen to the crucible, stir counterclockwise 4 times, heat at low temperature for 30 seconds, wave the wand to complete the potion.

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