Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Professor McGonagall, who was getting ready for class, passed by the Potions Master and she poked her head in, "Severus, what's going on?"

"A mouse suddenly got into the classroom." Snape waved his wand, and Ron, who had been turned into a weasel, came into his hands.

"These are students! How can you turn students into animals?" Professor McGonagall accused.

"Student?" Snape's face darkened when he was accused without any reason.

"Professor McGonagall, everyone present can testify that Professor Snape never cast a Transfiguration spell, nor did he even take out his wand!" I hurriedly clarified for Snape.

The guilt in Mag's eyes disappeared in an instant, "Then I'll take this rat away first..."

She didn't even give Snape an apologetic look!

Just following inertia and habitually framing him!

"Everyone go back and sit down!" Snape raised his voice.

The whole classroom was in a low pressure, classroom discipline was no longer needed to be maintained, and all students started to deal with their own potion materials.

Ron was taken away, and Neville was left without a partner to work with.

During my inspections and guidance, I would help him with some material processing work from time to time.

"Thank you, Aurora!"

He looked me in the eyes and thanked me sincerely.

"No, it should be."

I pushed the cut materials in front of him.

There is still some baby fat on his slightly chubby face.

A pair of big, round eyes and large, jagged teeth.

After I left, Seamus Finnigan poked Neville from behind and muttered something.

Since the second grade, there have always been some boys who would do some weird and inexplicable things in front of me.

Usually, I pretend not to see it or hide far away.

When Crabbe and Goyle were there, they acted like bodyguards, separating us from the crowd.

At this time, Draco was like a giant dragon whose treasure was coveted. He stared at the person who came and held me in his arms.

"Aurora, Longbottom is your friend?"

Harry asked quietly as I returned to my seat, ready to finish my class exercises.

“Not too close…” I was paying attention to the changes in the crucible while operating it, but I didn’t take it to heart.

"Someone said you..." Harry hesitated for a moment, thinking about how to express it tactfully: "Your cousin-in-law wants to marry you to the Longbottom family..."

My hands shook.

Almost poured too much potion material into the crucible.

"Harry! You almost killed me!" I glared at him.

"Sorry... I'll be more careful next time." He walked up to me and took the magic wand from my hand.

He used a new technique to easily save the potion in the crucible.

The liquid takes on the color it should.

"how did you do it?"

His techniques do not appear in textbooks at all!

Harry smiled mysteriously, "I'll show you again after class."

Meanwhile, Snape had approached us.

He witnessed the entire process and gave a fair evaluation: "You inherited your mother's talent for potions."

He changed the tone of his pen and left a big "O" on Harry's classroom performance.

Snape was a rigorous Potions master and was strict in grading.

Even for Draco and I, who had studied with him for many years, he rarely gave us an "O--Outstanding" grade.

The talent of Harry's ancestor, Linfred, was passed down to him.

"Aurora, do it again. I saw that your pot is basically a failure."

Snape ordered.

hateful!

Harry, you've really hurt me a lot!