I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 21 Mr. Sanchez, I'm leaving the crucible matter to you. (Various requests)

"I didn't expect you to know so much about my story, Mr. Sanchez." A gloomy voice sounded eerily behind Owen.

He didn't even turn his head, just muttered something under his breath.

Ding!

The debuff that triggers when someone speaks ill of another person behind their back will inevitably be witnessed by that person.

He turned around reluctantly, and sure enough, he looked up and saw Snape's gloomy face.

"Hufflepuff deduct 10 points!"

"You deserve it, Mr. Sanchez."

Professor Bat's eyes are cold and empty, reminding you of two dark tunnels.

No one could meet Snape's gaze like that, at least not the young wizards, including Slytherins.

"Some people always like to attract attention and gain fame for themselves." His slow, uniquely deep voice wasn't loud, but everyone in the classroom could hear what he said.

"However, there is no shortcut to the wonderful experience of simmering in a large pot over a low flame, where white smoke rises and a delicate fragrance wafts out. Even if he is deeply loved by a certain professor."

"You say so, Mr. Sanchez?"

"Huh! Me?" Owen pointed to himself.

Wait a minute! Something's not right!

Shouldn't this tone and dialogue be exclusively Harry's?

Oops!

I've become Harry's stand-in!

"I think, Professor, if you're right, then you're right!"

"Shut up!" Snape roared angrily, his face dark.

Clearly, he doesn't understand what "nonsense literature" is.

He viewed those words as a provocation!

"If you dare utter another word, I'll put you in solitary confinement, Mr. Sanchez. Or fail your final exams? Repeat the year? You can choose one."

Here it comes, the ultimate weapon for students.

I'll make sure you fail your exam!

"Professor, isn't it enough to just say it like that?" Owen stared at Snape with his round, gray eyes and said sincerely.

For example, I have a question.

"Hmph! It'd better be something related to potions." Snape didn't stop him, after all, he was still a professor at Hogwarts, and he only allowed Gryffindors to stop students from asking questions.

"Excuse me, Professor," Owen quickly grabbed a blank piece of parchment and a quill pen from the table, transforming into a tabloid reporter, "Why don't you like to wash your hair?" (And your underwear too~)

"Does this have anything to do with the fact that shampoo in the wizarding world was invented by the Potter family?"

"Would you be okay with a Muggle product?"

"How about trying Adolf? It's incredibly effective for treating hair loss!"

???

Harry, who was standing to the side, was suddenly stunned. Shampoo from the wizarding world?

Did they invent it?

"Mr. Sanchez, you're so young, and you already have hearing problems. Perhaps you should go see a doctor in the hospital upstairs," Snape said sternly.

"What I just said seems to be related to potions." His face gradually darkened, his expression turning grim, and his cold and stern aura was palpable even to a blind person.

Owen shook his head. "Professor, first of all, I think hair conditioner is a potion product, and you are a potions professor, so how can it not have anything to do with potions?"

"Heh." Snape observed coldly, then delivered his standard statement: "Hufflepuff, five points deducted, and you're kept after class. Wash all the cauldrons, and no wands allowed. No food until you finish."

Snape stood on the platform, looking down at Owen. Then, slowly and deliberately, he said, "Also, I'm curious, where did you learn about my story?"

"Don't tell me Dumbledore told you."

His calm tone concealed a bottomless danger.

Owen was certain that if his answer didn't satisfy him, Snape might take action against him.

Perhaps it's a mind-stealing spell, or perhaps—a soul-stealing curse?

Anyway, he's proficient in those two spells.

However, this is a question that Irving really can't answer.

He couldn't very well say that most of the details were told to him by an acquaintance from Azkaban during his first playthrough, could he?

Besides, that version of the acquaintance—she was strange, always giving Irving the feeling that she and James had some blush-inducing little stories.

Moreover, her reason for going to prison was not to atone for her sins, because she actually killed Peter Pettigrew.

Sirius, with his yandere and dark side, is no more benevolent than Owen, the evil leader.

In a sense, she was indeed a good person, having fought Voldemort her entire life.

But there aren't many good ones.

Because after she turned to the dark side, she blamed all the crimes on Dumbledore.

He became a famous anti-Dengist fighter!

This didn't stump Owen much, after all: "Which professor at Hogwarts doesn't know your story?"

He stared with wide, round eyes, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

You're practically becoming a regular villain in the Hogwarts romance column.

Even if those professors don't say it, do they remain silent in their hearts?

"."

Upon hearing this, Snape was slightly taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening. As the youngest head of Slytherin's history...

The other professors were basically his teachers from his student days.

His secrets were not secrets at all in the eyes of those professors.

After figuring out the whole thing.

Snape's face suddenly turned grim. His lips moved slightly, but he said nothing. He turned and walked towards the crowd like a gust of wind.

Then he spoke in a cold and sarcastic tone.

He directed the young wizards to prepare the magical materials needed for the lesson.

Prepare dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, and selected porcupine quills, etc.

Owen found it amusing to watch him methodically and viciously utter the names of those magical materials.

He wants to beat me up!

He probably really wants to beat me up!

Hey!

But I'm still just a child!

You hit me, don't you feel any remorse?

hey~

Ahem—but then again, once you enter Snape's own field of expertise, you can clearly see that he was indeed very good. Even outstanding.

During one class, many of the methods he used to handle magical materials differed slightly from those in the textbook.

For example, the textbook teaches how to slice up snake fangs, but Snape had them crush them.

Don't underestimate this change.

You should know that any magic recipe is the culmination of hundreds and thousands of trials and errors by countless wizards over hundreds of years. Every step and every herb is what they consider to be the best combination.

Just like Muggle chemistry experiments, there are bound to be tragedies behind those complicated rules and regulations that you are unaware of.

Even a small change could have disastrous consequences.

Deep frying is a minor issue; the real problem is when the finished product looks exactly like the original but contains a deadly toxin.

This is why Hermione persuaded Harry in his sixth year to put Snape's old potions book back.

She's a prodigy who brewed compound decoctions back in second grade.

There is only one reason for success: all the steps were followed exactly as described in the textbook (the one in the forbidden section).

Now, Harry suddenly found an old book from somewhere, which shamelessly modified several steps in the textbook.

Does this put her at ease?

What if this was just a prank by that senior?

What if this is a trap left by that dark wizard somewhere?

What if some unknown disaster were to occur?

Nobody knows.

Therefore, Hermione would rather go through trouble than attempt anything she deems dangerous.

Only Harry, the notorious brute of Gryffindor, would believe so wholeheartedly in a bizarre book.

Ughh ...

(End of this chapter)