"Professor, this is my thesis paper."
Snape stared at the child who was presenting his thesis with both hands raised. His frown deepened, but the child, who was oblivious to his frown, stubbornly handed the parchment to him. Snape could only snort coldly, snatch Harry's homework and clamp it in the lesson plan, and walk past the child to the podium.
However, Harry did not leave. Instead, he turned around to find an empty seat and sat down, shocking the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Snape, who was on the podium, was also stunned for a moment before he shouted, "Potter, even if your brain is the size of a walnut, you should be able to find the right classroom."
The little badgers and eaglets looked at the little savior in the front row to see what kind of reason he could give — to support him in coming to the Year 3 Potions class.
Harry looked straight at Snape in front of everyone and said aggrievedly, "Professor, you kicked me out of Friday's Potions class."
Everyone: (⊙ o ⊙) Oh.
Snape choked for a moment, then began to grind his teeth.
Yes, last Friday, after Harry blew up three crucibles in Potions class in a row, Snape roared and kicked Harry out of the classroom, and put Harry Potter on the banned list. At that time, all the Gryffindor and a few Slytherin comforted Harry, but Harry said that his emotions were stable.
The result of his stability was that Harry took out the booklet that Dumbledore gave him, found Snape's class schedule, and chased him to Monday's Potions class. However, according to Harry's thoughts, if you don't let me attend last Friday's class, fine, I'll just change it to another time.
Snape stared at Harry's face that said, "Even if you bully me, I don't mind if I go along with you." It was Potter's face. He clenched a handful of potion ingredients in his hand and really wanted to smear it on the child's face.
For the rest of the class, Snape completely ignored Harry's existence. It was as if someone had cast an Ignore Spell on Harry. He calmly wrote on the blackboard, calmly explained how to process the ingredients, how to mix them, and calmly passed by where Harry was. This calmness made the usually calm Ravenclaw and tranquil Hufflepuff feel like they were sitting on pins and needles.
The third grade potions class was naturally more difficult than the first grade. Harry spent ten minutes grinding the snake bone powder, but the finished product was still in granular form. A senior behind him kindly poked him. Harry turned around and saw a finely ground snake bone powder being handed over to him. A handsome youth with a gentle smile was looking at him.
"Ah, it's you." Harry recognized him. This was Hufflepuff who hit him on the head with a basketball yesterday.
The youth secretly stuffed the snake bone powder into Harry's hand and whispered, "Here, quickly do the next step."
"Thank you …" Harry handed his half-finished product to the youth and whispered back, "What's your name?"
"Cedric," the youth said.
"Thank you, Cedric."
Snape was on the other side of the classroom instructing (reprimanding) a Ravenclaw girl. He did not seem to notice what was going on here. Harry hurriedly cut up the other necessary potions, set up the crucible, and put the ingredients in step by step according to the instructions in the textbook.
"… Last step, ten grams of snake bone powder … Stir it clockwise for three minutes …" Harry's eyes lit up as he poured the snake bone powder into the crucible. For some reason, the contents in the crucible did not turn dark brown as described in the textbook. Instead, it turned into a thought-provoking coffee color.
What's going on? Harry stopped and followed the textbook to figure out what went wrong. Cedric, who was behind him, looked up and saw his junior's crucible bubbling crazily.
"Ha … Harry, your crucible!"
Huh? Harry came back to his senses and hurriedly continued stirring, but the bubbles had already flowed out of the crucible and onto the table. Harry, who was already experienced, quickly shouted to the people around him, "Everyone, stand on the chairs!"
"Damn you, Harry Potter!" Snape was already prepared. He stepped forward and cast a protective spell on Harry. "Stop it!"
Harry was pulled away from his seat by Snape. The moment his hand left the stirring stick, he shouted, "My potion —"
Hufflepuff, who was standing on the chairs, thought, How much do you love your potion!
The contents of the pot burned a big hole in the table. As for the crucible, not even a speck was left.
So, when the twins asked Harry about the situation during dinner, Harry's expression was complicated. "Erm, Fred, George, do you want the Corpse Dissolving Potion?"
The twins looked at each other and asked, "How did the class go?"
Harry sighed. "I got kicked out again." After Snape cleaned up the mess, he directly dragged Harry out of the cellar and banned Harry from appearing in any potion class.
"So, what are you going to do next?" Hermione, who was listening to the whole process, did not agree with Harry's logic, but she was also very dissatisfied with Snape's actions. "You still have to take the final exam!"
Ron felt that Hermione's focus was completely wrong. "The important thing now is not the exam, but Snape is looking for trouble with Harry, okay?"
Hermione ignored Ron and said to Harry, "I think you should explain the situation to Principal Dumbledore. He will definitely help you persuade Professor Snape. Also, he shouldn't kick you out of the class. It's against the student's rights."
"I can't wait for him to kick me out," Ron muttered.
Harry touched his nose and suddenly thought of a good idea. "If he doesn't let me into the classroom, can I just stand at the door and listen?"
This time, Hermione and Ron were on the same side. "Are you crazy?"
Harry immediately changed his mind. "No, no, no. This is not a theory class, this is a practical class …"
Even if it was a theory class, Hermione, who attached great importance to her studies, still felt that only the principal could solve this problem. But before she went to the principal, she personally supervised Harry to make a potion for scabies in the Gryffindor common room.
Thanks to the Weisles twins, the first-year Gryffindor students still remembered what happened in that class. So, when Hermione pulled Harry to the crucible, the bustling common room suddenly became quiet.
Harry looked at Neville, who was still standing in the same place, with tears in his eyes. "Neville, you still believe in me …"
"It's not that I believe in you … But Malfoy cast a leglock spell on me …" Neville staggered and fell to the ground. "It hasn't been undone yet …"
Harry turned around to cut the potion and asked Ron calmly, "Then how did he come back?"
Ron said, "I think he jumped back."
"Stop the spell!" Hermione dispelled the spell on Neville and continued to supervise Harry. "So, our plan is for you to go to Dumbledore and explain Professor Snape's unfair attitude to you. Then you have to successfully make a potion in front of him to prove that you're not like what Professor Snape said … disrupting the class, okay?"
Harry nodded, but Ron was a little puzzled. "Why are you making plans for Harry?"
Hermione glanced at Ron calmly. "So, what's your plan?"
Harry said, "… Eavesdrop."
Ron said, "Harry, look at the production process again."
Hermione usually studied with Harry and had seen his Potions homework. In theory, Harry's level was completely passable, so the problem must be in the process of his interaction with the crucible. Therefore, Rohe and Selina stared at Harry's hands.
Harry's mental fortitude was quite passable. His hands were still unhurried. Every piece was neat and tidy, and the order in which they were put into the pot was not messed up. The porcupine quills were not replaced with gray butterfly wings, and the mixing strength was just right …
Hermione held her breath and held her pocket watch to time Harry.
When Percy came in, he saw this scene: Harry was humming a song behind the table, stirring the potion, while Hermione and Ron were half-squatting at the table, counting down 10, 9, 8 …
"What are you doing …" The third brother was surprised.
As soon as Percy finished speaking, Harry's crucible exploded. After a moment of silence, the three black faces slowly turned to Percy at the same time, scaring the older Weisles. "Exorcist …"
After calming down and understanding the situation, Percy scolded the three children. "When Professor Snape loses his temper, do you take his words seriously? How many Gryffindor have been scolded by him and dropped out of school?"
Hermione wiped her face with a tissue and regretted it in her heart. Yes, a normal person's mind should be like that. How could I … She turned to look at Harry, who was really complaining to Ron about each other's faces. Hermione fell silent.
In the end, of course, Harry did not eavesdrop, nor did he look for Dumbledore. However, he did not go to the potion class either. He started self-study, extensively collecting potion class notes from various colleges, and copied them back to study in the textbook. Hermione was quite disapproving of this, but after seeing that Harry could finish his thesis every week, she stopped nagging.
"Bang —" In the laboratory on the fourth floor of the Alliance Building, Harry exploded again.
Peter, who was accompanying Harry to make potions, was also speechless. "No, Harry, I think my knowledge of chemistry is different from yours. It's not a matter of the right ingredients."
Harry slumped on the sofa with a bitter face. "Peter, if you want to build a building block, the materials are fine, the method is fine, but the house just can't be built. What's the problem?"
Peter paused for a moment, but still said honestly, "Most likely it's my own problem."
Harry dejectedly packed up the things and threw them into the trash can. As for the potholes on the table — the Hogwarts assigned to the elves in the Alliance Building would take care of them.
"Okay, Harry, I think your problem may still need to be communicated with Principal Dumbledore." Peter patted Harry.
Making potions was different from making potions in the Muggle world. Not only did it require magic herbs, it also required the cooperation of the wizard's magic power, so Harry's disagreement with the crucible was mostly due to the problem of magic power. This was what Peter discovered when he was looking through Harry's professional books, so … Harry most likely knew about it too.
Harry slumped for a while and yawned lazily. "Peter, why aren't you with Colo today?" Weren't they usually inseparable?
Peter casually flipped through the book. "He sneaked out with Pietro to play, I think they said they were going to the Wizard Village. I had to help Bucky and the others prepare a lesson plan for fighting theory, so I didn't go with them."
The Wizard Village … Harry had heard from Ron and the others that it was a village called Hogsmeade. It was the only place in the country where there were no Muggles but only wizards. According to the tradition of Hogwarts, students of third grade and above could go there once before Halloween.
Speaking of Pietro, Harry remembered another thing. "Peter, have your people been to the Forbidden Forest?" That night, he saw a silver flash in the Forbidden Forest. It should be Pietro.
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