With extraordinary comprehension, I built a floating city at Hogwarts.

Today's lesson was about the war of giants, which should have been a fascinating topic, but under Mr. Binns's narration, it turned into a one-hour-long lullaby.

To stay awake and pass the time, Ron and Harry played a game of executioner in a corner of the parchment. However, even so, they could not resist the hypnotic power emanating from Mr. Binns's spirit.

Soon, Ron's snoring could be heard in the classroom.

The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet classroom, which greatly angered Professor Binns.

He angrily waved the book in his hand and shouted, "Hufflepuff, minus ten points!"

The badgers who weren't in class: "?"

The bell rang for the second period, and the students dragged their heavy steps into the Transfiguration classroom.

In this lesson, Professor McGonagall also spent fifteen minutes emphasizing the importance of the OWLs exam to the whole class.

"Students," Professor McGonagall's voice echoed in the classroom, "you will not be able to pass the OWLs exams without serious study and in-depth application. These are the foundation of your future magical careers, and you must take them seriously."

She paused, then continued, "I believe that as long as you invest your time and effort, every student in this class is capable of obtaining an OWLs certificate for the Transfiguration course."

Professor McGonagall's OWL pass rate is consistently among the highest in all Hogwarts courses, which is one of the reasons she has so much confidence in her students.

However, perhaps because the effects of Professor Binns' "hypnosis" from the previous class were still lingering, many students seemed drowsy and had heavy eyelids.

Professor McGonagall, witnessing this, felt a surge of anger. She pounded the table, her voice rising several decibels:

"How can you sleep? At your age... at this stage of your life, you can sleep? Have some self-respect!"

Professor McGonagall's angry shout instantly snapped all the students to their senses. They stared at her, trembling.

Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and began explaining today's lesson—the Vanishing Charm.

“Today we will begin learning the Vanish Charm,” Professor McGonagall said. “Although the Vanish Charm is simpler than the Summoning Charm, which you will learn after passing the OWLs, it is still one of the most difficult spells in your OWLs exams.”

Professor McGonagall explained the principles and techniques of the Vanishing Charm in detail, and then had the students begin practicing.

She was right; until almost the end of get out of class, no one except Levin had managed to make the practice snail disappear.

Levin merely touched the snail lightly, and the little creature vanished instantly.

Everyone ignored Levin; they all knew that magic of this level was child's play for him.

Professor McGonagall told him to continue with his own work.

Neville tried several times with perseverance, but he could only make the snail's color lighter. After that, no matter how hard he tried, the snail stubbornly remained on the table.

At the end of class, Professor McGonagall decided to reinforce the key points of the day once again.

"I have emphasized this point countless times. If any student still doesn't understand, please raise your hand."

She coldly surveyed the room, and the classroom fell silent. No one dared to meet her gaze, and no one raised their hand.

"Nobody's raising their hands, is that it? You all know it, right?" Professor McGonagall pursed her lips, seemingly trying to suppress her anger.

She then pointed in a direction: "Okay, you answer this!"

The person named was Lavender Brown.

She was stunned for two seconds before she realized, as if from a dream, that she was the unlucky one.

Amidst a sea of ​​sympathetic glances, she stood up trembling, her lips moving but unable to utter a complete sentence, as if practicing Animagus, with a mandrake leaf in her mouth.

"If you don't know, why didn't you raise your hand?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly, her brow furrowed.

Lavender's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to answer.

Professor McGonagall glared at Lavender again. "What are you looking at me for? Look at the blackboard! Do I have a Vanishing Charm on my face?"

Lavender could no longer contain her grievances and fear, and burst into tears.

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Chapter 507 Snape, the Young Master

Potions class was even more terrifying than History of Magic and Transfiguration.

"Quiet."

Snape, dressed in a black robe, pushed open the door and walked in, then waved his wand to close the classroom door.

He didn't actually need to order everyone to be quiet. The moment the door closed, the entire class fell silent, all their fidgeting ceasing. Generally, Snape's mere presence was enough to silence the entire class.

“Before we officially begin the lesson,” Professor Snape began slowly, “I think it’s necessary to remind you of something…”

He casually placed the book on the podium, and his deep eyes scanned the classroom once more.

When his gaze fell on Levin, he lingered for a few seconds before subtly shifting his eyes away.

“Next June, you will take an important exam,” Snape continued. “At that time, you will prove how much you have learned about potion-making and use. This is not just an exam, but a severe test for your future magical careers.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the classroom again, seemingly searching for students who might not pass the exam.

"Although some students in this class are indeed intellectually challenged, as stupid as trolls..." Snape's tone carried a hint of sarcasm, "I still hope that everyone can barely 'pass' the OWLs exams. Because, if you fail..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the threatening tone was clear enough.

The students all knew that if they angered Professor Snape, the consequences would be severe.

As the professor with the highest student pass rate in the OWLs exams for six consecutive years, his confidence radiated from his very bones, even though he never boasted about this achievement.

Indeed, despite Professor Snape's cold demeanor, his teaching achievements alone make him a "distinguished young teacher" at Hogwarts.

Compared to Professor Karedi Boubagi of Muggle Studies, whose professional courses were often considered easy and whose pass rate was consistently second to last, Professor Snape's teaching ability was undoubtedly outstanding.

As for who is last place—

It wasn't Professor Bassheda Bablin who taught Ancient Runes. Ancient Runes were indeed difficult, but few people chose this course, and all the young wizards who chose it were well aware of their limitations.

Of course, it's Professor Trelawney! Her eccentric and unconventional teaching style is something very few people can accept.

"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer have the opportunity to step into my classroom."

As he spoke, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fell directly on Neville's face. Neville felt a chill run down his spine, his body trembled involuntarily, and he gasped.

“I only select the best students for my Potions class,” Professor Snape said slowly. “This means we have to say goodbye to some people.”

Everyone held their breath.

Professor Snape's sarcastic voice rang out again: "It's not that I don't want to teach, but..."

"Hundreds of books, free to find; new books will be released irregularly: some people's intellectual level is simply insufficient to support their continued exploration in the wonderful realm of potions."

The students straightened their backs, trying to convey to Professor Snape through body language that they were not "someone".

After delivering his taunts, Professor Snape adopted a rare serious expression.

He began to explain in detail how to brew the calming potion, a magical potion with the amazing effect of calming and soothing irritability and anxiety, allowing the user to enter a state of tranquil "sage mode," which is extremely beneficial for learning.

However, he also warned that carelessness in adding ingredients could lead to a deep, dreamless sleep in the user.

While this type of sleep is not fatal, it may cause the user to miss the next class.

To ensure that everyone takes the lesson seriously, Professor Snape announced a decision: at the end of the course, each student must personally taste a small drop of potion they have brewed.

This suggestion immediately made the atmosphere in the classroom more tense and focused.

After all, no one wants to miss the rest of the class due to their own negligence, let alone risk poisoning themselves.

In fact, the soothing potion is the most difficult and time-consuming potion they have learned so far.

The ingredients must be added to the crucible in a strict order and in the correct quantities; the mixture must be stirred a specified number of times, neither more nor less, first clockwise and then counterclockwise.

When the crucible boils, the temperature of the flame must drop to a specific standard, neither too high nor too low, and be maintained for a specific period of time before the last ingredient can be added.

"The ingredients and preparation method are already written on the blackboard."

Professor Snape pointed his wand at the blackboard, where detailed steps for making the soup and a list of required ingredients immediately appeared.

"All the materials you need can be found in the storage cabinet."

The students stood up and carefully lined up to get the potion ingredients.

An hour later, a faint, silvery-white steam began to rise from Levin's cauldron; his potion was ready.

However, Professor Snape only glanced at his cauldron before turning away without offering a single comment.

In Professor McGonagall's words: This kind of student shouldn't stay in the classroom, lest it affect the mindset of other students.

Meanwhile, puffs of dark gray gas were billowing from Steve's crucible, emitting a strong smell of rotten eggs.

He looked at the potion he had brewed, his heart filled with terror.

If you drink this stuff, even if you don't get poisoned, you'll be suffocated by the stench!

He looked pleadingly at his roommate Levin, who glanced at Professor Snape's back before quickly waving his wand.

Steve's crucible immediately began to stir counterclockwise, while the herb syrup in the test tube slowly dripped in.

As the syrup was added, the rotten egg smell in Steve's cauldron gradually dissipated, and the color of the potion began to change.

But Seamus Finnigan was in a much worse situation. His cauldron was emitting an eerie green light and making popping sounds, as if it were about to explode at any moment.

A tense atmosphere filled the classroom, and everyone's eyes were focused on the restless crucible.

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

Levin stared at Seamus's cauldron, his face darkening. After several years, he was once again forced to take Potions class with this explosive genius.

I still vividly remember the scenes of Seamus blowing up the entire Potions classroom time and time again.

To prevent a repeat of the disastrous situation, Levin sighed, pointed his wand lightly, and a [Frost Arrow] struck Seamus's cauldron precisely.

Instantly, the entire pot of potion was frozen solid, and the terrifying "sizzle" sound disappeared.

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Just then, Professor Snape appeared. A terrible sneer played on his face as his gaze swept back and forth between Levin and Seamus.

“Levin Green, you have used magic without permission…” Snape’s voice was as cold as ice, “Ravenclaw, deduct five points!”

After saying that, he shook his wand and whispered, "[Vanishing Without a Trace]".

Simo's potion vanished without a trace, leaving him standing dumbfounded beside an empty cauldron.

"Why don't you help your classmate, Levin?" Snape's mocking voice rang in my ears again. "Five more points deducted from Ravenclaw!"