I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

However, just when Sean said "Attendant, come to me", he thought of a serious question, and the next situation in the class confirmed his thoughts.

He only has two points of potion talent, and he usually relies on memorizing the contents of the book over and over again and Hermione giving him some help from time to time to survive normally. Harry, on the other hand, is now a real potion genius.

Halfway through the course, although Snape also found a lot of trouble with Harry, most of them were small situations like "Potter, don't let me see you playing with that silver knife again", but he couldn't.

Much worse...

"Mr. Wallop, it's already half time. Can you tell me that the semi-finished potion that was supposed to be light cyan is here with you-" Snape raised his gloomy eyes from the crucible, "This is the pot quilt."

Thin mints pulled out by a troll?”

"I don't know either, Professor." Sean could only answer honestly.

He obviously followed the steps in the textbook strictly, but the potion he got in the end was always unsatisfactory.

Snape stood up straight and sarcastically said: "Obviously, if you knew, you wouldn't come up with such a thing."

He walked towards the other students and left a message: "Wallup, for this class's homework, you are five inches longer than the others."

"Okay, Professor." Sean replied angrily.

While Snape was picking at Gryffindor's thorns again, Hermione beside her stirred and complained softly: "Sean, Professor Snape is taking it too personally."

Sean glanced enviously at the dark cyan liquid in Hermione's crucible that was slowly fading, and then said helplessly: "Maybe... maybe I'm more handsome?"

"That's not a reason... He's just targeting you on purpose. Professor Slughorn usually doesn't do this." Hermione said dissatisfied.

"Who knows..." Sean raised his eyebrows.

He missed the days when he was treated as a transparent person in Slughorn's classes.

The morning's Potions class was finally over. In the end, Sean failed to obtain the "clear turquoise liquid" mentioned in the textbook. Hermione's crucible was basically complete except that the potion was not clear enough. However,

Nap just glanced at it casually and passed by.

In Harry's cauldron, the potion was as green and clear as his eyes. Of course, the extinguished fire under the cauldron also seemed to be the resentment hidden in Harry's eyes.

During one class, Snape poured most of his firepower on Harry and Sean.

After Snape left a twelve-inch homework assignment, the Potions class finally came to an end.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry, Neville and Ron squeezed over.

"Man..." Harry only said this, and Sean immediately felt sympathy for him.

"Alas..." The two of them sighed together and walked towards the auditorium with their shoulders crossed.

Along the way, Harry's mouth never stopped.

"This is the first time I didn't get extra points in Potions class, and Snape must have been too strict. He also criticized my posture with the knife," he said dissatisfied.

"Well, maybe he is more strict with better students like you." Sean laughed dryly.

You can imagine Snape's attitude. Except for his eyes and potion talent, Harry's current appearance is almost the same as James's. In other words, he is friendlier and more kind than the original James.

Mature, too, Harry is probably more popular now than James was back then.

But his cynical and fun-loving attitude was exactly the same as his father's, with a lot of Sirius' shadow mixed in.

Several people denounced Snape all the way, and then walked to the Great Hall. Before leaving, Harry patted his chest and said that he would teach Sean about potions in the future. Sean naturally agreed with a smile.

However, if I had learned some of Harry's unique tricks, would I have been targeted by Snape even worse...

While eating, Sean saw Dumbledore and Riddle talking there again, but the principal seemed a little tired and lacked some of the enthusiasm from yesterday.

Tom Riddle still maintained his elegance, chatting with the professors beside him from time to time.

Sean buried his head and continued to enjoy his steak. Since Dumbledore said it was fine, he shouldn't think too much about it.

In the afternoon, there will be classes on magic attack and defense. It is important to learn more by yourself.

After a short lunch break, Sean finally had Tom Riddle's first lesson.

When they walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Riddle was already standing beside the podium.

He leaned on the edge of the podium and waited until everyone entered the classroom before standing up straight with a smile.

"Okay, my children, welcome to my classroom." He did not name anyone, and after a brief opening remarks, he began to pace in the classroom.

"Before this, most of you have received, um, the Defense Against the Dark Arts course. I would like to ask you a question first."

He stood still and looked at the students at Hogwarts. The Nurmengard exchange students on one side all showed a smile.

"What is dark magic?" Riddle leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers gently holding a wand that appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"this?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Come, tell us, Miss Granger." Riddle said with a smile.

"There is no strict definition of black magic. It is a general term used by wizards for those dangerous magics." Hermione bit her lip. "A common characteristic of black magic is that it is extremely powerful and has no ability to break the spell. The caster is almost always pregnant during the casting process."

The person being cursed often suffers great pain and torture, but it is difficult to effectively treat them with magical medical methods."

Riddle clapped lightly: "Basically correct." He paused, "If you only read those textbooks."

The students in Nurmengard burst into laughter, and Hermione's face looked a little ugly.

Riddell once again walked among the students: "People tend to be in awe of the unknown, and if the consequences of the unknown frighten them, this awe will turn into disgust and rejection."

He played with the wand in his hand, then raised his hand slightly.

From a box on the side of the classroom, a brown humanoid creature flew into his hand. The little guy was about a foot long, like a potato with limbs and an unbalanced head.

It was a goblin, and it struggled violently in Riddle's hands and made a threatening scream.

Riddle smiled gently and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra"