Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

"By the way, what classes do we have today?"

Harry took out his timetable and asked himself.

Then he said hesitantly:

"We have two Potions classes with Slytherin. It's rumored that Snape is particularly biased towards students from his own house, and he has a bad temper."

Darren shook his head and said disapprovingly:

"You should call him Professor Snape. The Professor is actually very gentle."

At least, he is to me.

As for Harry...

Well, let's not say too much.

The fact that Harry can survive under Snape is the greatest respect Snape has for their mother, Lily.

"Okay, okay, Professor Snape."

Harry said helplessly.

He didn't know at this time that Potions class might be his most hated class in the future.

......

Potions class was held in an underground classroom.

The environment here was cold and gloomy.

And the surrounding walls were lined with bottles and jars filled with animal specimens.

It looked eerie and frightening.

Darren sat at the back of the Slytherin table as usual.

Cassandra sat next to him.

Because of her aloof personality, like Darren, no one dared to sit with her.

Darren didn't try to talk to her either.

He found that this Miss Warre might indeed have a great affection for him, but that affection was like that for a toy.

She always wanted him to become the target of public criticism.

However, she wouldn't want him to do anything that posed too serious a threat, such as Harry asking him to leave the Slytherin table at breakfast.

In fact, everyone in Slytherin was now looking at Darren with an expression that said, "You'll get yours tonight."

Including Becky and this Miss Cassandra.

Even Malfoy had a gloating look on his face.

Anyone else would probably be restless.

But Darren was obviously not just anyone. He was fearless and even wanted to laugh.

Going back tonight, according to his plan, he might be able to get another sum of Saint Value.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, they thought he didn't know what he was about to face.

They were filled with sympathy for him.

"Bang!"

Darren was thinking.

The classroom door suddenly opened.

The sound of the door hitting the wall startled everyone.

Then a figure appeared, a black robe fluttering before everyone's eyes.

"You are here to learn..."

"Since there is no foolish wand-waving here..."

"Here there are..."

"I can teach you..."

"Even... how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death!"

"I hope you are not fools..."

Snape's voice was like a whisper, but everyone could hear clearly what he was saying.

Then he suddenly shouted, "Potter!"

Harry was startled and quickly stood up.

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

"I don't know, sir."

Harry looked blankly at Snape.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that fame is not everything..."

Snape ignored Hermione's raised hand.

He said contemptuously:

"Let's try again! Potter, where would you look if I asked you for a bezoar?"

Harry was even more confused.

He glanced sideways and saw Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle shaking with laughter.

Hermione's hand was raised even higher.

Ron was just as dazed as he was, obviously not knowing the answer either.

Only Darren was constantly mouthing the answer to him, even anxiously making a little noise.

But he couldn't make out what Darren was saying at all.

"I don't know, sir."

Harry felt like his brain didn't belong to him anymore.

"Potter, then tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Snape looked at him mockingly.

Harry could even see the sarcasm in his cold eyes.

"I don't know, but since Hermione knows, why don't you ask her?"

Harry said unhappily.

He felt that this teacher was deliberately making things difficult for him, Harry!

"Sit down!"

Snape shouted angrily at Harry:

"Let me tell you, Potter, powdered root of asphodel and wormwood together can be used to make... a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death; a bezoar is... a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons; as for monkshood..."

"Why aren't you writing these down?"

"Potter, because you spoke back to the teacher, Gryffindor loses ten points!"

Harry was so angry that he almost cried out.

Damn it, is this the gentleness Darren was talking about?

This is the worst misrepresentation of gentleness ever!

Chapter 57 Harry's Nightmare

The next class was simply a nightmare for Harry.

Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix and concoct a simple potion to cure boils.

His robes fluttered as he walked back and forth around Harry like a cold bat, trying to find fault with Harry.

But what made Harry feel a little relieved was that almost everyone had been criticized by Snape.

Only Darren's potion was evaluated as perfect by Snape.

Snape was shocked when he saw Darren's potion.

He stood there stunned, looking at Darren for a while before saying in a muffled voice:

"Perfect, simply a genius idea, Slytherin gains 20 points!"

Harry looked at his expression, almost laughing out loud with pride.

Darren is his brother. No matter how much Snape hates him, he has to give Darren points!

Darren didn't expect Snape to be so shocked.