After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Perhaps he sensed the unkindness in Yang Mei's eyes, and when he looked back at her, his gaze was full of bitterness.

Somehow, Yang Mei understood what he meant.

This was all done at the behest of the Dark Lord, not because he wanted to act like the garlic had become a spirit.

Is Voldemort seriously ill? !

Yang Mei rolled her eyes.

Quirrell himself should have some real talents and knowledge, but for some reason, or perhaps it was Voldemort's instigation, he acted timidly and knew nothing about anything.

He said the "shroud" on his head was given to him by an African prince after he helped him free himself from the entanglement of resurrected zombies.

But when Seamus Finnigan of Gryffindor asked him how he defeated the resurrected zombies, he stammered and started talking about the weather as if to change the subject.

After the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all the young wizards in the school knew that Professor Quirrell was a fool.

……

"What classes do we have today?" Yang Mei asked Draco while stirring the century egg and lean meat porridge in front of her.

"Take two Potions classes with those stupid lions of Gryffindor." Draco curled his lips and said, "But this Potions class is taught by my godfather. My godfather is the head of Slytherin House. When facing Gryffindor people, he is always as ruthless as autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves." He said this as if he had already seen the group of people in Graffindor being scolded by Snape.

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Yang Mei was helpless: "I say, there is no need for you to be so critical of those Gryffindor people, right? Just ignore them."

"Hehe, you're still blaming me. I wonder who said they were like a group of uncivilized monkeys last time." Draco felt that the two of them were clearly the same.

"I did say that. But as the saying goes, a dog bit me, I can't bite the dog back. Can we show our nobility by arguing with a group of uncivilized monkeys?" Yang Mei spread her hands.

Draco held his breath for a long time before letting out a sigh: "You just have a lot of twisted ideas! Let's go, let's go to class!"

The Potions class was held in a basement classroom, which was much colder than the classrooms on the ground.

Although this temperature is not very friendly to humans, it is very friendly to various potion materials.

Various glass jars are placed against the walls of the classroom, and the animal specimens soaked in them are scary at first glance.

Snape had not arrived yet, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin students consciously sat on each side of their house, clearly separated from each other, and no one wanted to sit next to each other.

It was not until one minute before class started that the classroom door burst open and Snape walked in quickly from outside. His dark robe fluttered behind him, drawing sharp arcs.

"I have to say it, but I actually have some talent in taking care of people." Yang Mei started bragging about herself again.

Look at Snape now. Although his face is not rosy, at least it is not as sallow as before. Instead, it is pale due to not seeing the sun for a long time.

And there was his hair. When Yangmei and Draco lived with him in Spinner's End, Snape's hair was criticized by their family almost every day.

There was no other way, he couldn't beat the two brats to death, so Snape finally gave in.

It’s just washing your hair every day, he can do it!

Snape walked down the middle aisle, bringing up a gust of cold wind. As he walked, he said, "No waving of wands or casting of spells in my class."

He walked to the podium and stood. "You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craft of preparing potions. Personally, I do not expect most of you to be able to grasp the techniques and mysteries of potions."

Snape spoke slowly and in a low voice, which had an invisible deterrent effect, making most of the young wizards dare not breathe and stare at him timidly.

"Since there are no flashy wands being waved here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the simmering crucible with white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You won't really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's veins, which makes people excited and confused... I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often encounter."

As we all know, students may do some tricks in their seats, thinking they are very secretive, but in fact the professor can see it clearly on the podium.

Especially when everyone is looking up, the person who lowers his head will stand out.

I'm talking about you, Harry Potter!

The other young wizards were afraid of Snape, so they didn't dare to do anything big.

But Yang Mei is not afraid.

He followed Snape's gaze and saw Harry, with his head lowered, writing furiously with a quill in his hand.

No, what are you thinking? You're like this in your first Potions class. Not to mention Snape, even if Merlin were alive and standing here, he wouldn't give you a good face!

"I would like to reiterate that perhaps some people feel that they can be confident because of their fame at Hogwarts and think they can stop paying attention in class." Snape's tone was already tainted with danger.

Harry Potter, the person involved, turned a deaf ear.

Hermione, who was sitting next to him, couldn't stand it anymore and gave him an elbow.

Harry finally realized what was happening and put down his quill and sat up straight.

But Snape obviously had no intention of letting him go.

"Mr. Potter, a new generation celebrity." He spoke slowly, but every word seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds. At least Ron was frightened and swallowed his saliva frequently.

"What would you get if you added powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked Harry.

Hermione raised her hand quickly, and Harry could only shake his head honestly.

Yang Mei was a little unhappy. That was why when he suggested to this person in Diagon Alley that he read more books, this person didn't listen at all.

It's so muddy that it can't hold up the wall!

"You don't know? Then let's change the question." Snape looked very stable. "If I ask you to find me a piece of bezoar, where should you find it?"

Hermione raised her hand again, and Harry shook his head again.

"I don't know, sir."

Snape changed the question: "What is the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum chamaejasme?"

Hermione had risen from her chair, her arms raised straight above her head.

Harry glanced at Hermione and dropped his own eyes to avoid meeting Snape's.

"I don't know, sir."

Draco sneered. To be honest, he now felt more and more that he was a fool for admiring Harry Potter in the past.

Can such a person really be a savior? There is really no threshold for this position.

"What a shame." Snape said calmly, but the disappointment in his eyes was genuine. "Apparently, reputation isn't everything. Is that right, Mr. Potter?

Two points from Gryffindor for your ignorance."

Harry felt that Snape was deliberately making things difficult for him, and he tried to defend himself: "Obviously, Hermione knows the answer, and it would be a pity not to let her answer." He glanced at Hermione who was still holding her hand high.

"Oh, really?" Snape stared at him, "You seem to be unconcerned about your ignorance, and just think that I shouldn't ask you questions.

Also, I assume that Mr. Potter knows that I, poor dark Professor Snape, am the one who decides who to question.

If you can easily control me, I'd rather let you teach Potions.

Also, two points from Gryffindor for disrespecting the professor.

By the way, answer me in class by standing up instead of looking like your butt is stuck to the chair with slug goo."

There was a burst of laughter in the classroom.

Harry wanted to retort, he wanted to say when did he want to boss the professor around? He just gave an opinion, got it?! And he didn't mean to not stand up, he was just too nervous, so he forgot!

But Snape's eyes had already turned to Hermione.

"Sit down and put your hands down, Miss Granger. If I want to ask you a question, I will ask you even if you don't raise your hand. And even if you are not asked a question, the knowledge will not slip out of your mind!

Do you think you are the only one in the class who knows the answers to these three questions? Why do you think they are not as brave as you are?

With only a little knowledge in your head, you are eager to show it to the whole world, but this little knowledge can't cover up the Stipa sphenanthera in your brain!"

Snape was so strict that many young wizards in the classroom held their breath in fear.

Hermione was devastated, and her curly hair showed a dejected look.