Hogwarts: I got the Holy Father System

Snape froze.

He turned around somewhat awkwardly.

"Alright, I need to teach now. Dumbledore, you can figure out how to get into Slytherin yourself!"

He raised his wand and left his office like a gust of wind.

Damn Dumbledore!

In the potions classroom, he formally met the famous Harry Potter for the first time.

Looking at that face, which was extremely similar to James Potter's, he almost pulled out his wand and hit him with an Avada.

However, he still suppressed the impulse.

To dispel his anger, he began questioning Harry Potter.

What an idiot.

He didn't know anything.

He didn't inherit any of Lily's brilliance!

However.

Watching Harry Potter's indignant but silent expression after he deducted points, he found his mood actually improved.

Potter has this effect?

Snape thought silently, this Potter isn't completely useless after all.

At least he can amuse me.

So he started wandering around the classroom, trying to catch Harry Potter making other mistakes.

The anger he had suppressed in front of Dumbledore gradually dissipated.

But these students are too stupid.

So many mistakes, did they even read the book?

Idiots!

"Professor, I've finished."

Darren Potter?

Snape raised an eyebrow.

This little brat dares to approach him on his own?

Aren't others afraid of him to death?

But he's finished?

He walked over with some excitement.

Could this child have inherited Lily's academic talent?

He had heard other professors marveling at this little brat's talent more than once in the past few days.

Could it be the same for potions?

This?

Snape was shocked.

The color of this potion was completely different from what was in the textbook.

It appeared to be more profound.

However, Snape, as a potions master, was too shocked to speak.

Improved potion!

Improving potions requires extremely strong potion talent, as well as powerful innovation ability.

As far as he knew, there were basically only a few families in the wizarding world with the ability to create innovative potions.

Could it be that Lily's family had the bloodline of those few families in their ancestry?

This wasn't difficult to understand.

It was common for wizards to give birth to Squibs, send them to live among ordinary people, then sever ties, and have wizards appear again after several generations.

This child perfectly inherited it.

Snape was almost moved to tears.

He felt that if he and Lily really had a child, that child would be like this... only.

Lily...

He smiled bitterly.

63

Chapter 63: Favoritism?!

Snape's mood suddenly turned bad.

He started looking for faults in the classroom again.

Especially Harry Potter's angry face, which gave him satisfying comfort.

Until.

"Bang!"

Snape turned around quickly.

Who was it?

Who blew up the cauldron?

There's someone like this every year.

Speaking of which, he should suggest to Dumbledore that those without potion talent be kicked out of his class.

It's really annoying.

Snape thought unhappily.

But he wasn't anxious at all.

Those little brats should be taught a lesson.

The potion will cause blisters after it gets on you, then you can roll over to the school infirmary!

Just as he was thinking, he saw Darren Potter holding the idiot's cauldron and running towards the door.

Fool!

Idiot!

That's a potion, okay?

Using your hands to hold it?

Aren't you afraid of lying in the school infirmary for a while?

Madam Pomfrey said that on the train, he was so worried that drinking the potion would make him sleep in the school infirmary for three days that he was even a little afraid to drink the potion.

So he's not afraid now?

He knew it, that little brat was so kind he was stupid.

The Sorting Hat must be crazy to sort someone like that into Slytherin?

"Scourgify!"

Snape chased Darren Potter out, waving his wand to clean up the pile of things in his hands.

He even specially looked at the little brat's hands, fair and tender, very good, he was lucky to save them, he thought he would have to go to St. Mungo's to see him!

Snape sneered.

He picked up his wand, wanting to knock it on the little brat's head.

However, looking at those eyes, he finally held back.

"Are you crazy? You...you get back to your seat!"

He had barely finished speaking when he became furious again.

If he doesn't always teach that Potter brat a lesson, how can that brat correct the flaw of being kind?

But to pull him back and reprimand him, he couldn't do it.

Forget it.

He looked at Neville.

"You idiot... ~"

Hmph, he should have scolded that little brat like that just now!