Neville stopped crying and looked up at Snape with wide eyes.
Wasn't it his mistake just now?
Why was he blaming Harry?
Hermione raised her hand directly.
"Is there anything, Miss Granger?" Snape said in a drawn-out tone.
"That's not right, Professor, it was clearly Neville's mistake just now, how can you deduct points from Harry?" Miss Granger said indignantly.
"What is your name?" Snape didn't change his expression.
"Hermione Granger."
"Very well, because Miss Granger defied the professor, Gryffindor will lose one point." Snape finished, ignored her completely and turned to leave.
Leaving a stunned Hermione.
Harry remained expressionless, continuing to brew his potion.
Anyone with eyes could see that Snape was targeting Harry.
A Headmaster doing such a thing...
They couldn't do anything about it.
But everyone had a fire burning in their hearts.
In the end, he spent twice as much time checking Harry's potion than he did checking the others.
He carefully observed the color and then smelled it.
"Potter, you finally have a talent for potions that a normal person should have." Snape said, putting down the potion.
The other Gryffindor students looked a little strange. Snape, who had been targeting Harry for the whole lesson, seemed to be praising Harry now?
"But use your brain, which is comparable to a troll's, and think carefully. Why can't the porcupine quills be added before the cauldron is lifted from the fire? Since you know the reason, why didn't you wait until the temperature was lower before adding the porcupine quills!"
"You know that you need to grind the snake fangs, why didn't you just grind them into powder? I asked you, what parts of the tentacled slug need to be steamed, why did you cut that part off and steam it directly instead of steaming the whole thing together?"
"It should have been a good potion, but because of your stupid operation, it can only barely pass now. Because of your carelessness, Gryffindor loses two points." Snape said.
The Gryffindor students finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was Professor Snape, how could he praise Harry?
But their faces weren't good either, because Harry was the first one to brew the magic potion in the class, and the finished product, judging by the looks of it, was also the best, yet he still had to be deducted two points.
How much money does Harry's family owe Snape?
After class, Ron and Hermione walked beside Harry.
Hermione whispered to Harry, "Harry, don't be sad, anyone could see that Professor Snape was targeting you."
Ron nodded frantically beside her.
"Why should I be sad?" Harry looked at them both strangely.
"You, you made a better potion than I did, and Professor Snape still deducted your points." Hermione felt like she couldn't understand Harry's thinking.
"Professor Snape was right, my potion is only at a passing level." Harry shook his head.
"Isn't potion-making about being meticulous and doing the best you can?" Harry said.
It's like cooking. A bad dish doesn't even qualify to be on the menu.
Even if it's on the menu, the prices for different chefs' dishes are different. This clearly reflects the level of each chef.
Hermione and Ron were completely speechless. Harry didn't seem to need their comfort at all.
"You two go first, I have something to talk to Professor Snape about." Harry said to them, turning and following the smell to where Snape had left.
"You're going to actively look for Professor Snape?" Ron's voice was trembling.
What kind of personality does Harry have?
The more he is scolded, the happier he is?
He has such a big heart!
Hermione looked at Harry's back and sighed.
"Potter!" Snape, who had just returned to his office and sat down, saw Harry standing at the door of his office.
A flash of disgust crossed his eyes. He stood up and said, "Haven't you learned enough lessons in class?"
"Thank you for your guidance in class." Harry wasn't really a zombie who had eaten his brain.
Snape's last words were pure experience, not from the textbook. They were all the dry goods of this potion master.
Hearing Harry's words, Snape's face became even more unpleasant, "Get rid of that hypocritical, disgusting, and detestable face. Just spit it out."
"I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that my mother's notes are here with you." Harry stared at him straight in the eye.
"Yes, Lily... Evans did have a few notes with me." Snape's face became even more gloomy.
"Ahem, I think my mother's things..." Harry cleared his throat.
"I don't think you're qualified to inherit her notes now." Snape interrupted him.
"You can only barely brew a basic scabies potion. Those notes in your hands are like letting a troll learn magic, they defile them."
"While I understand how you feel right now, Professor, they are after all my mother's belongings, it is only right to return them to me." Harry deliberately emphasized the word "mother."
"Bang." Snape slammed his fist on the desk again, making the papers on the table tremble.
"Potter!" Snape gritted his teeth and looked at Harry's face.
"Professor!" Harry was not afraid at all, staring at him straight in the eye, but his left hand had quietly gone to his head.
"Sigh..." Suddenly, Snape closed his eyes and let out a breath.
"Evans' notes have fourteen volumes. From this year on, you come to my office after each semester exam, and I will personally test you. If you pass, I will give you two volumes every year."
"But if you fail once, don't even think about those notes anymore, even if Dumbledore comes, it's no use. I said so!" Snape snorted, pointed to the door and motioned for him to get out.
"Thank you, Professor." Harry nodded and turned to leave.
As soon as he went out, he saw Ron and Hermione standing at the door.
"Why are you two here." Harry asked as he walked.
"We were worried about you." Hermione said, her face full of worry.
Ron nodded frantically beside her.
Harry's heart warmed and he gave a faint smile, "It's okay, I just had a nice chat with Professor Snape."
"I feel like it was about to turn into a fight." Ron said.
"Professor Snape is a good person." Harry said.
Ron put his hand on Harry's forehead.
"What are you doing?" Harry slapped his hand away.
"You don't have a fever either, Harry. How can you say such a confused thing? Everyone saw how much Snape was targeting you in class." Ron said.
"Harry, are you under too much pressure from your studies?" Hermione asked with concern.
"Heh, Professor Snape, he must have loved my mother." Harry said as he walked.
"Ah?" The two little ones were stunned for a moment, huh? There's gossip! They instantly perked up their ears.
"But he hates my father."
"How do you know?" Ron was dumbfounded.
"Other professors said so?" Hermione guessed.
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