A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 588 Which bastard stole my magic potion!

The lesson gave everyone a deeper understanding of Professor McGonagall, especially her witty and thought-provoking quotes.

William decided to record it, turn the line "At your age, you can still sleep!" into a bizarre and magical alarm clock, and then sell it.

Any student who hears this will immediately wake up and then start smearing filth on the wall.

As is Hogwarts tradition, the first day of school is always filled with some surprising and outrageous events.

This time is no exception.

Around noon, a shocking piece of news began to spread like wildfire across campus:

Neville has declared Professor Snape dead!

Hogwarts is a haven for rumors; often, a small detail can lead to outrageous gossip.

For example, last year there were outrageous rumors that Professor Snape was a werewolf and Black's inside man...

So, this sounds absurd, like it might be fake. But unfortunately, it's actually true this time.

Neville said to Professor Snape in Potions class:

Be careful! Next time you're brewing potions, watch your cauldron... don't let it explode!

This is a chilling warning.

Everyone was stunned, and even the Gryffindor students were shocked. They never expected that Neville, who was always so honest, would say such a thing.

Sure enough, when an honest person is pushed to the limit, they'll do anything.

If it were just this one sentence, everyone could understand. Perhaps this really is Neville showing concern for our lovely and charming Stamford Bridget?

Unexpectedly, right there in class, Neville melted three crucibles and caused them to explode twice.

Snape was so angry that his hair became greasy, and his hairline receded by a millimeter.

Only because he had experienced the Marietta incident back then, so he was battle-hardened and didn't fall victim to the exploding crucible.

Otherwise, he would be lying in the school hospital now, being mocked by Mrs. Pomfrey.

After class, Neville, looking dejected, went to find William.

"That's what Percy said. He said that the thickness of the crucibles from abroad is not good enough, and they are very easy to explode."

I was just concerned about Professor Snape and wanted to warn him to be careful.

Neville was only showing a little concern.

But when you combine that statement with the incident of the barrel exploding, it's no joke.

So Professor Snape punished him without hesitation by making him stay at school to do manual labor, gutting a large bucket of horned toads.

And you can only use your hands!

If there's a next time, I'll just use my mouth.

The students all knew that Professor Snape was in a bad mood. Everyone behaved themselves well during the afternoon class.

Professor Moody also appeared out of nowhere, loitering at the entrance to the underground classroom.

Snape seemed particularly wary of Mad-Eye, clearly avoiding his gaze.

Whether it's the magical eye or the normal eye.

The students whispered among themselves, recalling how, during their first year, Professor Snape was imprisoned in Azkaban by the Ministry of Magic twice.

Back then, Moody was still an Auror. Perhaps something special happened between them.

Is it torture to extract confessions, or a prison academy... these are two completely different concepts.

"Quiet," Snape said coldly.

He slammed the classroom door shut behind him, blocking Moody outside.

He didn't need to order everyone to be quiet at all; as soon as the door closed, the whole class fell silent, and all their fidgeting stopped.

"Before we begin our lessons today," Snape said, striding quickly to the podium and looking sternly at them.

"I think I need to remind you that you will be taking an important exam next June."

"Then you will prove to yourselves how much knowledge of potions you have learned from me."

Although some students in this class are indeed intellectually slow, as stupid as trolls... even I can't teach them well.

But I still hope everyone can barely pass the O.W.Ls exam, otherwise I'll... be very angry.

As the professor with the highest student pass rate in the O.W.L. exams for six consecutive years, Snape was confident in this.

That's right, despite Professor Snape's appearance, he is still a "good young teacher" at Hogwarts.

She's completely different from Trelawney, who... has the second-lowest pass rate among slackers.

As for who's number one... it's definitely Professor Babuji from Muggle Studies.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to attend my classes," Snape continued.

"I only select the best students for my N.E.W.T. Potions class... and those obviously stupid ones must say goodbye."

Everyone held their breath.

Snape scoffed, "It's not that I don't want to teach, but some people's intellect is simply insufficient to sustain them in continuing to dabble in the wondrous realm of potions."

The students straightened their backs, seemingly trying to show that they were not "some people".

After Professor Snape finished his taunts, he began to teach the process of making the soothing agent.

William had prepared this potion during the first year of the time loop.

Calming agents can soothe and calm anxious emotions, allowing you to completely calm down. This "wise man's mode" is very beneficial for learning.

However, if the ingredients are added carelessly, the person taking the medication may fall into a deep, unconscious sleep.

Therefore, Professor Snape required that at the end of the class, all students should taste a small drop of his potion.

This suggestion made everyone more focused and cautious.

It's okay to be asleep, the real problem is being poisoned to death.

"The ingredients and preparation method are on the blackboard." Snape waved his wand. "Everything you need is in the storage cabinet."

Everyone lined up and obediently got up to get the potion.

Professor Snape squinted, staring through the crack in the door. Moody was still there; with his Mystic Eyes, he could see right through the door.

William went to the locker and found it full of materials. There were also many gnarled vine pods, all wrinkled from being soaked in water.

These were clearly Professor Sprout's little darlings, "picked up" by Snape and placed in the storeroom.

Since there are so many, and they belong to Professor Sprout, it wouldn't be a big deal for William to take some... right?

Besides, he didn't take many... only a few dozen plants.

Qiu followed suit and took it too, placing it in the ring with the Seamless Extension Charm.

Marietta took one too...

When the eaglets closed the storage room door, wow... the whole floor was empty.

Professor Snape, however, didn't see this and was still watching Moody from afar, engaging in a head-on confrontation with him through the crack.

The two engaged in a hard-on.

An hour later, a faint, silvery-white steam rose from William's cauldron. He had finished brewing his potion.

Professor Snape glanced at it and left without saying a word.

In McGonagall's words: This kind of student shouldn't be in the classroom; it affects the mindset of other students.

In Qiu's crucible, puffs of dark gray gas were rising, emitting a strong smell of rotten eggs.

If you drink this stuff, you'll either be poisoned or you'll die from the stench.

Autumn looked at her friend for help, and William glanced at Snape's back before quickly waving his wand.

Her crucible automatically began to stir counterclockwise, and then the herb syrup from the test tube slowly dripped into it.

The rotten egg smell is gone, and the color is starting to change.

But Marietta's situation was not so good; her crucible was glowing green and making popping sounds, as if it were about to explode from overheating.

Everyone knows... the crucible is about to explode.

William waved his wand, freezing the entire cauldron.

Snape approached, a terrible sneer on his face, and laughed, "Stark used magic... Ravenclaw loses five points!"

He waved his wand and said, "Vanish."

Marietta's potion vanished in an instant, leaving her standing dumbfounded beside an empty cauldron.

"Why didn't you help your classmate? Stark, deduct five more points!"

William: "..."

"Come to my office for tutoring on Saturday!"

Professor Snape snapped angrily at Marietta. "I'll give you individual tutoring!"

This will lower the pass rate for his excellent teachers!

Professor McGonagall tries to surpass him every year!

Since the Quidditch Cup and the House Cup were discontinued, this is one of the few places where Snape can mock Gryffindor.

Be careful... We must achieve an unprecedented seven-game winning streak this year.

After class, all the students left the classroom.

Ravenclaw students walk especially fast.

After an unknown amount of time, a roar suddenly came from the underground classroom.

Professor Snape was horrified to discover that the herbs he had spent most of the night collecting were gone.

Which heartless bastard stole it!

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