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Deveraux was confused.

Is there something wrong with this guy?

Does it have anything to do with you how I make the medicine?

Why do you care so much?

If it were normal, Deveraux would have argued with the other party long ago and let him know what "young people's innovation" means in a minute.

But time is running out now. The astronomy class will start in less than ten minutes. He doesn't want to be late.

Thinking of this, Deveraux nodded perfunctorily while packing his backpack.

"Yes, you are right, absolutely right! Then I won't bother you. I will go to class first!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already picked up his bag and ran out of the laboratory without even turning his head.

Granger looked at Deveraux's back as he left, shook his head slightly, and a look of disappointment appeared on his face, and he sighed.

"Alas, I don't know how Snape did it. He could teach a very creative student and such a careless and unruly apprentice at the same time."

Thinking of this, Granger sat down again.

He looked around the laboratory, his eyes fell on the pot of medicinal materials that had been covered, and his mouth curled down slightly.

He didn't care about the pot of materials that were probably already cooked.

He wanted to see how Snape would react to this mess.

He had to let him know that this was not how to teach an apprentice!

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As soon as Deveraux left, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relaxed.

"This old man is really a high-class gentleman,"

he muttered to himself.

"It's a bit tiring to be polite when dealing with him."

He shook his head, unwilling to think about these things anymore, and walked upstairs.

Just as he was about to rush to the astronomy class, a conversation came from upstairs.

Deveraux immediately recognized that one of the voices was Snape's, but the other was very unfamiliar.

"Well, Sir Granger attaches great importance to your project. I hope that the professor and your team can successfully achieve the predetermined goals."

The strange man's voice was low and polite, with a bit of respect in his tone.

"Well, with the support of Sir Granger, the smooth implementation of the project will not be a problem."

Snape rarely used a very kind tone, which made Deveraux feel unreal.

"Is this Snape?"

Deveraux was muttering in his heart.

"Has this person been replaced by some fake?"

After a while, the two walked down the stairs and met Deveraux face to face.

The strange man was an elegant and capable middle-aged man, wearing a well-cut formal suit, and he was obviously of extraordinary status.

However, Deveraux was in a hurry now, so he spoke directly to Snape, no matter who he was.

"Professor, I have an astronomy class tonight, so I have to go first. The Polyjuice Potion has already started to be brewed, so you don't have to touch it. I'll come and clean it up tomorrow morning."

Snape nodded, not only did he not make things difficult, but he even smiled, and his tone was so gentle that it was creepy.

"Okay, go ahead."

Deverot was stunned for a moment, and froze in place, and his scalp was tingling in his heart.

"Who can tell me who this amiable person in front of me is! Where is the real Snape?"

According to Snape's usual style, when encountering such a thing, he must first make a few sarcastic remarks and then throw out an ambiguous answer.

When Deverot made a decision, he would jump out and say "extremely stupid", and then make another sarcastic remark.

Today's attitude is completely abnormal!

With a head full of doubts, Deverot subconsciously checked Snape's entry, and after confirming that it had not been replaced by someone, he felt a little relieved, bypassed the two and continued to go upstairs.

But suddenly, he seemed to remember something, turned around and added a sentence.

"By the way, professor, there is an old man in the laboratory now, named Hector Granger. He said he came to visit you, and he seemed to have some small opinions about our process of making potions just now. I'm going to class first."

After saying that, he ran upstairs with big strides without waiting for a response.

The two people behind him were instantly petrified.

A few seconds later, Snape's roar came from downstairs.

"Blackwood! You didn't tell me that Sir Granger was coming! You didn't make any preparations at all, do you want this cooperation to fall through!"

Then, the strange man's voice became anxious.

"Calm down, Snape! I didn't know that the lord would come today!"

Deveraux's mouth curled up a smile.

Of course, all this was left to Snape.

He looked down at the watch and was immediately shocked-there were less than three minutes left before the astronomy class started!

"Too late!"

He gritted his teeth, pulled out his wand and waved it.

"Stone Pier, move!"

In less than five seconds.

Ta-ta ...Deveraux grinned and patted the horse's neck.

"Good brother, long time no see, let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already jumped on the horse and rushed to the observatory at lightning speed.

In the underground classroom, the atmosphere was as stagnant as the wet mist in the air.

Snape took a deep breath, forced down his irritability, and glanced coldly at Blackwood.

Blackwood shrugged, spread his hands innocently, and then pushed open the door of the laboratory.

In the laboratory, Sir Hector Granger was leisurely flipping through Snape's experimental notes on the workbench.

That calm and authoritative look made Blackwood swallow his saliva involuntarily.

He spoke first, with a deliberately flattering tone.

"Sir, why did you come in person? I haven't had time to arrange a reception for you..."

However, before he finished speaking, Granger just raised his hand slightly, and Blackwood shut up obediently, stopping talking tactfully.

Under Snape's cold eyes, he quickly left the laboratory and closed the door gently and considerately, with a quick movement that no one could find fault with.

After the door was closed, there were only two people left in the huge laboratory, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Snape didn't know how to start for a while, and when he was weighing the words, Granger broke the silence first.

"Professor Snape,"

His voice was slow and steady, with unquestionable majesty.

"Your workplace is indeed as I expected, simple, rigorous and focused. Only in such an environment can truly outstanding results be produced, or real talents be cultivated."

After listening, Snape relaxed his expression a little, nodded cautiously, and spoke in a calm but perfunctory tone.

"You are right. Simplicity and rigor are indeed the eternal principles of potion science."

However, just as he finished speaking, Granger suddenly chuckled.

There was something meaningful in this laughter, which made people puzzled.

Granger slowly closed the experimental notes and gently put them back in place. His eyes moved from the table to Snape, and his voice was as calm as ever.

"My teacher often taught me that 'the influence of a teacher's personal example on young minds cannot be replaced by any other form of education.'"

He paused for a moment, and a trace of scrutiny appeared in his eyes.

"So, I can't help but ask, Professor Snape, have you also taught this principle to your students?"

Snape frowned slightly when he heard this.

The originally deliberately friendly tone was gradually replaced by his cold tone.

"What do you mean by this?"

Granger did not answer immediately, but shook his head and slowly walked to the cauldron in the center of the laboratory where a blazing fire was burning.

In the light of the fire, his eyes were deep and calm.

He reached out and gently lifted the lid of the pot.

"Is this what you call 'rigorous', Professor Snape?"

However, as soon as the lid was lifted, Granger's brows knitted.

He looked down at the pot, and the whole person seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water. His originally calm expression suddenly changed, and it seemed to be mixed with indescribable surprise and shock.

And Snape's somewhat playful voice came faintly.

"The color is just right, the texture is smooth and flawless. There is no doubt that this is not an accidental result, but the crystallization of precise control and deep understanding, and it is rigorous and focused. Don't you think so, sir?"

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