Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

The first event of the Triwizard Tournament has come to an end, and the second event will begin in February, which means that Hogwarts has returned to its usual quiet life for a long time.

Most students thought so, but soon the calm was broken again.

"Potter, answer my question, what is Aliott's alias?" In Potions class, Snape held a thick book in one hand, then used the wand in the other hand. He knocked on the desk in front of Harry and made a "tuk-tuk" sound.

Harry got up from his chair immediately.

"I don't know, Professor," he said slowly.

"I think more and more that Mr. Potter's success in the first project was a fluke. He can't even grasp the simplest knowledge of potions," Snape sneered coldly, looking at him with mocking eyes Harry in front of him.

"This is knowledge that is only used for advanced potion making. It can't be counted in the simplest category, Professor." Hermione stood up and defended Harry.

"Oh, I don't seem to have called you up to answer the question, Miss Know-it-all," Snape said in a languid tone, increasing his voice. "Twenty points from Gryffindor, half for ignorance, half for arrogance."

"That's disgusting." Ron grimaced, sticking his tongue out at Snape as he stepped onto the podium with his back to them.

"For my students, these should be the simplest content. My class does not welcome mediocrity." Snape dragged his old gray robe, turned his back to the students, and walked slowly towards the podium on.

"And most importantly, this is what I asked you to preview in the last class, and it's not difficult knowledge." Snape stepped onto the podium and stared at Harry with disgust.

"Don't pay attention to him, you were busy preparing to deal with the fire dragon the other day." Ron gave Snape a dismissive look, "If he stayed on the field, maybe his legs would go weak."

He scribbled on the parchment, then wrapped his hands behind him, ready to hand it to Harry, which was the safest way.

But the safest way can sometimes go wrong.

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, come to my office after class." Snape happened to see Ron's little gesture.

Hermione looked at Ron and helped her forehead helplessly.

"You have a leaf from this plant on your table now,

Please keep in mind that Aliot is also known as the Hyena tree, if you want to get hysterical or can't control your laughter, you can try it. "After dealing with Ron's little gestures, Snape resumed his lectures.

At this time, Pansy was holding up a leaf high, observing with the help of the faint sunlight through the window, and threw it back on the table as if he heard the words quickly.

"If only your fear of wine could overwhelm your curiosity like this." Looking at the girl's behavior, Malfoy said helplessly beside Pansy.

Pansy looked at Malfoy in a daze. She didn't know why she said that all of a sudden. She didn't seem to have any memory of that day.

"Mr. Longbottom, tell me how if someone accidentally ingests Aliott leaves, how will you help him." Snape glanced around the Gryffindor students with useless disgust, and then his face With a vicious smile, he lit up Neville, seemingly not giving up any chance to block Gryffindor.

The chair under Neville suddenly made a violent crash, and then he slowly stood up and looked at Snape.

"Looks like..." Neville spoke before Snape finished his usual gloomy tone.

The expression on his still chubby face was serious now, and his eyes were wide open, as if he were dealing with some enemy. "

"Sir, Heartbreaker." He said, interrupting Snape's voice, and the man in front of him seemed to be strangled by the neck, and his already pale face became more and more gloomy at this time.

"The molasses it produces can detoxify," Neville continued, trying to appear calm, but the trembling hands under the table betray his true emotions. He was still nervous.

"Sit." Snape was silent for a while, then squeezed the word out of his mouth with a sour expression on his face.

"Good job, Neville." After Neville sat down, Ron excitedly patted him on the shoulder from behind him. Then he tried his best to suppress his desire to laugh out loud.

Neville would also look back at Ron with a silly smile.

Ron suddenly felt that even if he had to face the punishment of this old bat later, it would not be a bad thing.

"Next, I'll show you how to use Aliot leaves and configure the laughter potion. Be careful, I'll only demonstrate it once." Snape said coldly.

Next, Snape showed the students in the two classes a perfect potion preparation process. When he was involved in the potion configuration, the man abandoned all emotions and became extremely focused. The movements are precise and steady, like a precision machine.

In fact, if Snape could cast aside his prejudices and treat him equally, so that students from other colleges could follow less rebellious emotions, then he could really be called an excellent teacher.

After the demonstration, it was time for the experiment. Snape stood beside the students of Slytherin Academy more often, guiding them and pointing out their omissions. Fendor's is still much better.

"Miss Parkinson, please pay attention to the range of your stirring movements, too vigorous will cause the effect of the laughter in the leaves to be destroyed." Snape said lightly.

"A rare skill." He turned his head again at this time, looked at Malfoy's movements, and gave such an evaluation, which was a compliment from his heart.

Snape then moved to a few Gryffindor students, especially Neville, who seemed unhappy with the student who had made him humiliating.

But what was even more surprising happened. Neville's crucible was bubbling with white bubbles. Whether it was successful or not, the other students didn't know, but at least there was no accident. For Neville That's a huge improvement.

It has to be said that after overcoming the fear of something and liberating oneself, a person will indeed seem to be reborn.

"Okay, that's all for today's class. I won't hold you accountable for students who haven't finished cooking. I believe they will be ashamed to death. This is the best punishment for them. In addition, please complete pages 147 to 153 pages of homework," Snape said from the podium after walking around for a few weeks, estimating the time.

"My God, Snape actually left get out of class early, did he take the wrong medicine today." Ron covered his mouth, because only in this way could he try not to make a sound, as if something shocking had happened Same.

"The students of Slytherin House stay, I have something to tell you." Snape added, which made the Gryffindor students feel a little strange, but most of them still fled the classroom.