Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Look, our savior's friends are really extraordinary." Snape looked at the bandaged Ron with his gloomy eyes, mocked him, and showed a vicious smile.

"Who can tell me, which symbolizes the brave Gryffindor? Weasley, may I ask the honorable warrior, did you steal the fire dragon's egg or extract the basilisk tooth?" Snape even used it. Honestly, but the words were full of maliciousness, anyone could hear it, the students on Slytherin's side couldn't help but burst into laughter, even the students of Gryffindor couldn't help it, just desperately holding back Laughing loudly, for a while, the potions class was filled with cheerful air.

Compared with the healing effect of Muggle society, the wizard’s approach is very immediate. Even with such a severe injury, Ron can participate in the course after only a few days of recuperation. Harry and Hermione both persuaded him One more day off, but Ron still insisted on choosing to return to class. The first two days were okay. Most of the students selectively forgot his farce, but in Snape’s potions class, here is His home court is now.

Ron thought he was mentally prepared, but when he faced Snape's taunts, he was still furious, but he didn't know how to fight back.

"I think my friend has already gotten the punishment he deserves. Do you do something that is not in line with your status as a teacher? For example, to make fun of students. Professor Dumbledore would not be happy to see his students be this way? Such a smirk." Hermione stood up, looked up at Snape, said neither humble nor humble.

Snape's laughter stopped, as if he was pinched, his face darkened even more, "I don't need you to point me in my behavior, Miss Know-How," he said coldly, and finally Added a sentence: "Fight against the teacher, Gryffindor deducts five points."

Hermione sat down indifferently, and Ron secretly said thank you.

After a while, the students' laughter finally stopped, and the potions class began to enter the topic.

"What we are going to learn to make today is bone shrinking medicine." Snape glanced lightly around his students, and saw that most of the students were very attentive. He was quite satisfied, and then he began to explain the configuration of this medicine. Methods and precautions.

"This is a very complicated medicine that requires a lot of materials, and the shape of the material is also very demanding. If the material is cut unevenly into the crucible, it will also affect the efficacy of the medicine." Snape seemed unintentional He walked to Ron again and said maliciously: "This warrior will never let others do this work for you, right? Are you right? Mr. Weasley."

"I believe you can cut well." Snape patted Ron on the shoulder "kindly".

"Of course, Professor." Ron said slowly, and saw him slowly using his intact hand to take out a box of cut materials from the bag."Thank you, I have already prepared before."

Harry bet that Snape's face wouldn't be so bad even if he swallowed two big shit eggs in a row.

The three of them had long thought of Snape's possible difficulties, and deliberately prepared precautions in advance.

Snape, who was looking for a boring one here, continued to stroll around, looking for his next target. It hardly needs to think about Neville again. He deliberately walked to Neville’s and said: "Yes I think that some special measures must be taken to stimulate his potions, Longbottom, don’t you think?”

"Yes, yes." Neville replied to Snape in a solemn way, obviously not realizing what trouble he would encounter.

"Then how about feeding your pet after your potion is finished? I am looking forward to seeing a tadpole, but I think it is more likely that a toad corpse will be left behind." Snapple After this sentence, he walked away and strode back to the podium. He just got off the podium just now, it seems that he was just trying to find Gryffindor's fault.

"Draco, what do you mean by the professor's deep hatred with Gryffindor?" Pansy pulled down Malfoy's sleeve and asked in a low voice. Her potion has now entered a stable waiting stage, so she can divide it slightly. God, for this type of secret girls are usually willing to pay attention.

"Don't gossip, do things with peace of mind, and, your potion has changed color, don't hurry up and add figs in, do you want to boil a pot of poison out?" Malfoy threw some cut daisies in without expression. In the crucible, he was not interested in answering this question, but he still reminded Pansy.

Pansy immediately stretched her head back in front of her cauldron, looked at it, and said angrily: "You lied to me again." The medicine in her cauldron was still bubbling, showing bright green, which represented All that needs to be done now is to wait.

"I'm just satisfying someone's desire to study hard this semester. Don't be distracted in class." Malfoy said solemnly. To a large extent, the potions class is like an experimental class in Muggle society. It should be taken seriously. Yes, a lot of experimental accidents happen in mind-shifting.

"Alright, alright, it's just that you make sense, won't it work if I don't ask?" Pansy turned his head over again, and focused on observing his potion.

After another ten minutes, Snape’s voice resounded through the classroom again, “I think everyone should have completed the preparations just now, and now they can officially start the process.” Then he used a stunned voice. The tone said: "Mr. Longbottom, I will stare at you closely, lest you blow up our laboratory."

There was another burst of laughter from a group of Slytherin students. Many fine beads of sweat appeared on Neville's fat round face. He was very nervous. He was not good at potions, he was tightened by Snape. It's harder to stare at it.

Hermione wanted to help him, but she and Harry still helped Ron complete the potion, not to mention that Snape was still staring at Neville. She had no chance.

She guessed that Ron had just touched a nail to Snape, and Snape had just started targeting Neville.

"I'm sorry." Hermione whispered in her heart, and then secretly set up a cauldron next to her, and began to boil a new potion. The formula should be an antidote.

"Very well, everyone should have completed the potion configuration by now." Snape immediately declared the end of this class when he saw Neville's potion had turned into a cloud of black mud. "Now please follow me I taught you the process to clean up the table and myself. I don't want anyone to poison myself while eating." Snape's eyes looked at Harry harshly.

(To be continued.)