After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Snape's eyes swept around the classroom, and few people dared to meet his gaze.

"Well, Mr. Selwyn, can you answer those three questions?"

Yang Mei was caught off guard by the cue, so she had to stand up from her seat, and then slowly said: "Daffodil roots and wormwood can be made into a strong hypnotic, which is also called the water of life and death; fecal stone is a kind of stone taken out of the stomach of a goat, which has a strong detoxification effect. Aconitum natans and Aconitum wolfsbane are the same plant, also collectively called Aconitum."

"Please take a seat, Mr. Selwyn. Five points for Slytherin House." Snape's attitude towards Yang Mei was quite kind. "Well, why don't you write all this down?" His gaze towards the other little wizards became extremely cold again.

There was a rustling sound of fumbling with quills and parchment in the classroom.

Just ten minutes into the class, Gryffindor had already lost four points.

Don't forget, before the sorting ceremony, due to Ron's stupid behavior, Dumbledore said that no matter which house he was sorted into, that house would immediately deduct 100 house points.

Now the gems they use to record scores are all a lifeless gray - negative points!

The main task of this Potions class is to make a potion to treat scabies, which is completed in groups of two.

Yang Mei and Draco naturally formed a group.

"Draco, do you think I can skip a grade in Hogwarts? I feel like there's no point in me learning first-grade knowledge now." Yang Mei was bored.

Draco was processing potion materials. Hearing this, he devoted some of his attention to answering him: "Just treat it as a game. It's not good to be relaxed. Besides, what will happen even if you graduate now? Do you have any great cause that you are anxious to complete?"

Yang Mei thought about it and realized that he really didn't have any. He was just a salted fish. How could a salted fish have a great career?

Draco was right, just treat it as a game.

Yang Mei watched Draco weighing nettles and crushing snake fangs while he was responsible for controlling the fire in the crucible.

"These potion materials are easy, but you have to be responsible for breaking the porcupine quills later. I can't do it." Draco pushed the porcupine quills in front of Yang Mei.

Yang Mei blinked her eyes: "How can a man say that he is not good enough?"

Draco was speechless. Why did a good person have to talk so much? Why did he have to pick up on all the bad jokes? !

"Mr. Selwyn, if you can't shut your mouth now, you'll have to sleep with one eye open tonight, or I'll secretly give you a mute potion!"

Yang Mei made a zippering motion on her mouth, and her big purple eyes were full of innocence.

At this moment, a thick acidic green liquid suddenly emerged in the classroom, followed by a loud hissing sound.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the group of Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan was the source of the accident.

Somehow Neville had burned Seamus's cauldron into a distorted, unknown object.

At the same time, because the crucible was damaged, all the potion in the pot spilled onto the stone floor.

The shoes of several students who were close to them were burned with holes, and the others quickly stood on the stools. Neville himself was soaked in the potion, so that his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen blisters.

Even though Neville is usually timid and speaks like a mosquito, his voice at this moment is no different from that of a pig being slaughtered.

Snape was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing: "Idiot!" He waved his wand and swept away the potion that was spilled on the ground.

"I think you put the porcupine quills in the cauldron without taking it off the fire, didn't you?!"

Snape really didn't understand. It was such a simple potion, and he had written every step on the blackboard. Why would there still be stupid people who made such obvious mistakes?!

Neville didn't dare to speak, he just cried, and at this moment even many blisters appeared on his nose.

"Send him to the Hospital Wing!" Snape snapped at Seamus.

That wasn't all, he then pointed the gun at Harry and Ron, who were sitting next to Neville and Seamus.

"Potter, why didn't you remind him not to add porcupine quills? Do you think you'll be better if he makes a mistake? Gryffindor lost another point because of you!"

Harry tried to argue, but Ron stopped him.

Even Yang Mei felt that Harry was really miserable. He had heard before that Snape was particularly good at deducting points from Gryffindor. So this was how he did it.

But although this seems unfair to Harry at first glance, there is nothing wrong with it if you look into it in detail.

For eleven-year-old little wizards, it is time to cultivate their spirit of unity and mutual help.

It would be a good idea to sacrifice Harry so that everyone can be taught a lesson sooner.

He is the savior!