I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

Sean could no longer pretend to be honest. He didn't expect that Snape would directly show off his cards?

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

But Snape continued: "Do you think that because you have Dumbledore's favor, you can do whatever you want?"

"Do you realize how stupid your behavior is?"

"If the Dark Lord is unscrupulous, do you think you can survive with your little cleverness?"

Snape's eyes were cold and his expression was so gloomy that he could drip water.

Sean spread his hands: "I choose to believe Professor Dumbledore."

Snape snorted coldly: "Do you think that after getting some information from Dumbledore, you feel that you are superior to others and can be arrogant?"

Sean was sorting out what Snape had shown in his mind at the moment. Judging from this, Snape should know a lot of inside information...

Therefore, he put himself in solitary confinement because he angered Riddle and needed time for Riddle to calm down. Snape was indeed protecting himself... although the person he was protecting made him reluctant.

Sean said casually: "No, Professor."

Snape was obviously extremely disgusted with Sean's attitude. He tossed his robe and put his hands on the desk: "Don't let me see such stupid behavior again, Wallop——"

Sean blinked and asked curiously: "Professor, who are you working for? Mr. Grindelwald? Professor Dumbledore? Or Tom Riddle, of course, the latter doesn't look like..."

Snape narrowed his eyes, and he slowly stood up straight from his forward leaning body, then raised his chin slightly and said stiffly: "You are hopelessly arrogant... Wallop, I understand that you are not worthy of those things."

The secret will make you proud, right? But you think too highly of yourself, and you don’t need to worry about these things."

"Oh, I'm just out of curiosity, Professor." Sean spread his hands innocently.

"Stop your curiosity!" Snape shouted angrily, "Now, it's your confinement time!"

Sean curled his lips, and then began his punishment under Snape's gaze.

He needs to pick out the rotten and smelly ones among the pile of Flobber caterpillars, and the rest will become the ingredients for the next Potions class.

This is obviously not a good job. The smell of Flobber's caterpillars is worse than the cowshed in Sean's uncle's ranch that has not been cleaned for two months. Every half hour, Sean has to stand up and take a breath.

fresh air.

Snape was writing something behind his desk. When Sean stood up, he didn't even look at him. It looked like he didn't want to talk to Sean at all.

After laboriously picking a bucket of caterpillars, Sean stood up and took a few breaths of fresh air, then straightened his aching back.

He looked at his watch. It was already afternoon, but he hadn't eaten yet, and Snape didn't seem to need to eat, sitting there without moving.

What a torment... Sean sighed, and then set his eyes on the specimen jars on the wall.

Those jars were full of things he had never seen before, weird and chilling things soaked in green potion.

However, Sean's immunity to these things is quite good, and at the moment he is just watching it as a curiosity.

"You're here for confinement, not for a visit!" Snape's cold voice suddenly sounded.

Sean turned his head and saw Snape's malicious eyes.

"I understand, professor." He bent down and prepared to sit down and continue working.

"People who can't even brew a pot of qualified potion are just looking at these things in a daze." Snape mocked.

"Professor, I'm just curious..." Sean was a little unhappy. He just took a look during his break.

"It seems that the arrogant genius wants to prove that he is not so stupid," Snape said, "So, what is in the square jar on the third shelf from the left?"

Isn't this confinement? Why did you pass the exam for potion knowledge... He murmured and looked at the jar, which contained something like a handful of hay.

Sean recalled the knowledge in his mind and found that there was no relevant memory.

"I don't know, Professor."

Snape's mocking voice sounded: "It seems that you can't prove anything, Mr. Wallop."

"Let me tell you, this is the flint grass I just talked about in the last class. When it is fresh, it can be used directly to prepare magic potions. However, after it is dried, it must be soaked in ice water to prevent it from spontaneous combustion, because the roots of the grass will

There were sparks and high-temperature gas constantly coming out."

Sean took a look at the jar, and sure enough, a few bubbles would pop up from time to time at the roots of the hay in the water.

However, this class did not talk about what happens after drying...

"It seems that you have never thought about expanding the knowledge you learned in class, but, as expected," Snape said, "Idiots will never see their own stupidity, let alone how to do it.

To make amends.”

Sean rolled his eyes where Snape couldn't see him. This old bat's mouth really stinks...

"Professor, if you think I don't learn well, why don't you let me read some books about potions?" Sean couldn't help but said something back.

There was disdain in Snape's voice: "You have learned even basic potions well, and you still want to understand the more profound beauty?"

"I originally had a notebook that I could study from..." Sean muttered.

Then he heard the squeaking sound of the chair suddenly moving backwards, and the owner of the chair suddenly stood up.

Sean turned his head, and Snape looked gloomy. He crossed the desk and came to Sean.

"Do you think you are worthy of that notebook?" Snape's voice sounded like he had just been fished out of a specimen jar.

"Oh, I thought that was given to me by Professor Slughorn..." Sean shrugged.

Snape's face came closer and closer, and Sean could almost see the shine on his hooked nose.

"Do you think you have a sense of humor, Wallop?"

Sean's face froze, he was done, he was addicted to talking back, and brought up the fireworks thing...

"No, Professor."

Snape almost pushed Sean against the wall, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Getting a secret thrill, huh? Let me guess who would tell you such boring tidbits and treat it as a joke?"

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are very familiar with Potter. Let me think about it, old Potter or Black's black dog?"

Sean wanted to say, you misunderstood, I'm not familiar with those two at all...

He smiled coyly: "Professor, if I said that the fireworks were just a misunderstanding..."

Snape grabbed Sean by the collar.

"Get out of my office!"