Chapter 11 Porter, points deduct, points deduct! (Please invest, read)

Friday morning.

Ron poked the sausage on the plate and was in a bad mood: "Today is potions class, we went with Slytherin's, Harry, didn't you say Professor Snape doesn't like you?"

"I heard George mention that he is so slim and he has always been very targeted to people who don't like him. You have to be careful."

Harry nodded without comment.

When he arrived at the classroom and started class, Snape did not hide his emotions at all, and showed his disgust and even hatred nakedly.

Snape walked in.

The already gloomy classroom adds a bit of depression.

He didn't say a single opening remark, and clicked on the lectern: "Oh, look, who's coming to my classroom?"

"Harry Potter."

"The natural Gryffindor, the legendary savior who pulled out the Gryffindor sword at the entrance ceremony, was a figure who stirred up the storm as soon as he entered Hogwarts."

"Very good, reckless, typical brainless Gryffindor Miss, because you contradict the professor, Gryffindor deducts one point!"

Harry shook his head: "I have nearly fifteen points added to other classes this week, which is enough to make up for it."

"Idiot! How to make potions when your hands are unstable!" Snape frowned, "Is it the giant monster that ate your brain, and it's not even a coordinated body?"

"Harry has answered so many questions. Now he is no problem in participating in the first-year graduation assessment. He is very outstanding. How can you still deduct points!"

Harry quickly grabbed his hand: "Don't put it, move the pot away and put it, it will explode."

Hermione and Malfoy are the best performing students besides Harry.

"Life and dying water, a sleeping potion with very strong effect."

this…

"I hope that among you, there will be no giant monster, a mountain monster-like head, and I will make a joke about blowing up the cauldron in the first class."

One hour later, the course ends and the final comments are completed.

Hermione stood up and said, "Professor, this is not fair!"

"Why do porcupine thorns have to be put into the pot after the crucible is removed? I figured out the reason, so why don't you wait for the boiling water to cool down a little before adding the porcupine thorns?"

Today the dean is more toxic than ever.

Snape saw Harry's cat's eyes, amber eyes, gritted his teeth, and said in a heavy tone: "Gryffindor deducted five points!"

Snape shook his head: "What's your name?"

"Why not cut that part off and steam it? It should be an excellent potion, but because of your mistake, it can only be said to be barely qualified."

Snape took a deep breath and returned to his previous depressing tone.

Is this the Viper Snape who has found two full classes?

Snape sneered, not even noticed, his tone eased a little: "You don't need to take your own initiative to add so many extra steps."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot that you don't have a father."

"Mr. Porter, do you think he has no problem, and can give favors to other classmates and seek to collect the followers?" Suddenly, Neville was startled, his hand shook, and half a pot of water splashed out, but fortunately, it didn't burn anyone.

Torture, struggle, and a trace of hidden deep in all malicious intentions were almost invisible, almost escaping the small expectation of Harry's perception.

How can this comfort?

He picked up Harry's potion, shook it, observed the coloring in the fire, and smelled the smell again. The details of the inspection were even more than the time of other students.

Hermione began to buckle the table anxiously, and Ron was stunned.

Neville shook violently, quickly retracted his hand and sincerely thanked Harry: "Oh, thank you."

"Harry, don't be sad, you're already great." Hermione and Ron leaned over and comforted her.

"Pills are all about trying to practice, and improving little by little."

Neville was about to cry.

Oh... the gentleness at that moment was definitely an illusion, this is the professor Snape.

"Kill the cattle, cut the caesarean section, and in the stomach." Harry replied.

Ron and Hermione were stunned again.

Hermione opened her mouth, unable to speak.

Snape turned around, squinted his eyes, and stared at Harry fiercely: "Potter, is it interesting to talk about the professor behind his back? He is so arrogant, Gryffindor deducts five points!"

Harry performed well and deducted five points.

"The potion requires precise control of the heat, the most appropriate magical combination, the most clever proportional combination, without actual operation, nothing is empty talk."

“Those places I did not do well in boiling the medicine.”

Are Harry and Professor Snape so much a grudge?

Ron packed his schoolbag and invited the little girl beside him: "We are going to Hagrid later, and it is the train station that leads us to the big man in the castle. Do you want to go together?"

As Snape said, potions are an exquisite art. Even if the steps are written in detail on the blackboard, they can eventually succeed, even less than half of them.

Slytherin's chuckling grew a little louder.

Earth-shaking.

oh…

It was clearly the one who poured hot water, but in the end... why was Harry the one who was deducted points?

Harry stood up: "Thank you for your reminder. Actually, my mother passed away, and no one taught me these things."

"Tsk."

Snape took out his wand and tapped it lightly on the blackboard.

He changed his mind and suddenly asked.

The little snakes immediately lowered their heads.

Harry did not change his expression and continued to adjust his potion.

A few lines of text emerged.

"The potion you cooked is better than mine, he is just picking..." Hermione spoke.

Those amber cat eyes.

The other students shrank their hearts back.

"No, I just..." Hermione shook her head quickly.

Harry was puzzled: "Why am I sad?"

Neville shivered.

Snape smiled contemptuously: "Miss Otter, are you questioning the professor?"

"Do I want these things to be carved into your monster-like heads, or... give you a potion of forgetting to make you happy again?"

He asked many more questions next.

Gryffindor's classmates looked at Harry with great concern. There had been rumors for a long time, but after seeing him with his own eyes, it was still unbelievable - all professors like Harry very much, even the silly Quirrell was the case.

Neville didn't even bother to be afraid.

Hermione was not angry, raised her head, her eyes a little confused.

On the contrary, Neville, who was standing beside him, became even more nervous, trembling, and grabbed a handful of porcupine thorn and threw it into the pot.

Only one point was deducted if you contradict the professor.

"Now, sit down!" Snape waved his hand. "Some people are polite, but that's useless. They can only become a herbalist with politeness."

Snape turned his head openly and continued to comment on the next student.

During the summer vacation, Harry had tried to prepare this kind of medicine many times, and this time he was even more handy.

But they didn't get even a single praise or even a little attention. Snape's purpose was obvious, he was just for Harry.

Snape turned his head and looked at Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see what he should have. He belonged to another person, even a little trace.

Slytherin let out a silence and laughter.

"But the potion class is different. It's an exquisite art. It's not a place where you use to say silly words, nor is it where your little cleverness can come in handy. Take care of your mouth!"

"Think with your mind that is slightly better than the trolls, think about it carefully!"

"You are indeed a little clever, so aconite..."

"You are indeed a little talented in potions." Snape didn't look at Harry. He stared at the potions a little awkwardly, and his tone became softer.

The word "one" is only exported.

"Very good, Potter-what would I get if I added the daffodil root powder to mugwort soak?"
To be continued...