The Death Knell

After playing in Hogsmeade very late, Hermione had almost completely overcome the impact of the tragic death of the troll. Maybe it was really the butterbeer. After drinking the fluffy bubbles in her mouth, she felt Everyone feels more relaxed.

But early the next morning, she got up from her bed on time, put the cat aside and let it sleep, while she prepared to wash up and go to class.

Yes, Ravenclaw can provide a very relaxed environment, but Hermione feels that she can do better than other eaglets. At least she thinks that learning many things from professors is better than learning by herself from books. accurate.

Books are summed up experiences, but they can also lie, this is what her professor told her.

This is indeed the case. Hermione doesn't have much leisure time these days, and she basically spends it on reading. She has seen many books with mistakes made by the wizard author himself. Some people even distinguish between garden gnomes and groundhogs. As a type of creature.

There were still dense texts behind the door panel of the common room, and many people still came up with various excuses to ask for leave. However, Hermione just looked at it and pushed the door open, because after last night, she vaguely felt that she might be different from others. .

She wants to do better than others, and then spend the winter vacation after Christmas as a dragon-slaying hero.

After he killed the troll, everyone including the principal was very happy. Last night he was even taken to the village to play as an exception. Is this also a reward?

Now think about it, killing monsters can not only become a hero, but also get rewards. There is nothing wrong with it, so I decided like this.

The two classes in the morning were classes she didn't like very much, potions class and broomstick flying class. Professor Snape's actions were exactly the opposite of his own professor, that is, he was very interested in Slytherin and Gryffindor classes. On the other hand, classes for Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were relatively tame.

But he still hated it, because as a professor, he also gave Hermione a nickname, Miss Know-It-All, to mock her for raising her hands too often to answer questions, as if she was showing off.

But having said that, Hermione deserves no less points, which makes her a little unsure about what kind of person Professor Snape is.

The Potions classroom in the basement was not big, with more than twenty cauldrons in total. The first-year students did not dare to skip Snape's class, but until now, Hermione was actually not very familiar with the people in her own college.

Will there be four or five people enrolled in Ravenclaw this year? Hermione always felt that she had forgotten something, but when Hannah got together with her again with a smile, the two girls started whispering again while there was no class.

I heard that Professor Wilson took Hermione to the Magic Village on Halloween night last night. Hannah also looked envious and pouted: "Well, I really want to go. Why does Professor Wilson only teach you automatic wands?" And driving, and I only take you out to play? Is this the special treatment of a genius? "

Although she was envious, she was not jealous, she was just joking.

Hermione took it out of her robe pocket and stuffed some of the candies she bought last night into Hannah's pocket: "Let's go play together during the winter vacation after Christmas. I already remembered where the store was yesterday. "

Hannah lowered her head, and her golden hair looked a little dull: "I'm sorry, I have to go home for Christmas. My mother is not in good health, and she is still waiting for me at home."

"Okay, what about Susan?" Hermione was a little disappointed and asked another friend.

"I can't do it either, my aunt asked me to go home." Susan and another little badger were on the potion table behind them, and they answered when they heard this.

Hermione nodded, then should she apply for detention in school? The winter vacation starts after Christmas and covers the entire month of January. Is it really okay not to go home?

"The physical education professor should have assigned you homework, right?" Hannah grabbed Hermione's hand and gave her back some of the stuffed candies: "I was next to the hourglass in the auditorium during dinner this morning. I also saw it, the magic noteboard says that you killed the mountain-like troll last night and saved a Gryffindor classmate?"

"That's the gun...the automatic wand, I didn't really do anything."

Hermione almost spilled the beans. No wonder many people looked at her strangely during breakfast. Even the seniors pointed at her, making her think she had something written on her face and she didn't even eat. good.

Hannah hugged Hermione's arm and rubbed it affectionately: "Then your courage is also amazing. I heard that Gryffindor was almost scared to death, but you were still able to fight back. I Absolutely not, I will definitely throw up if I smell the troll."

"That's right, there used to be a weight-loss drug that was a tea bag made of troll hair. Just one sip would make you vomit and have diarrhea for several days." Susan, who was slightly fat, also added a sentence from behind, and after she finished speaking, she looked like I shivered like a cold.

Hermione wanted to say something else, but then a dark cloud floated from the corridor, and Snape walked in with a sullen face and a windy walk.

She found that his legs seemed a little lame, but they were still fine when they were separated last night.

But now is not the time to think about this. Snape has a low pressure, and the students in the classroom are silent under his glance.

Lifting his cloak, he strolled among the students with his chin raised high:

"Now in class, I will teach you how to prepare the water of life and death. I mentioned its ingredients at the beginning of the school year. So, if anyone uses the wrong ingredients today, please leave my classroom directly. After all, idiots are not worthy of learning potions."

Hannah became nervous again. She was particularly afraid of Snape, as if he were some kind of natural enemy. In addition, her grades in History of Magic were not good, and she would fall asleep whenever she listened to Professor Ghost's class.

But Hermione didn't have time to comfort her, because under Snape's roar, everyone had to go to the preparation room next door to get the appropriate materials.

She pulled Hannah and quickly walked towards another door. There was a smaller experimental room, and the cabinets around the walls were filled with various materials.

The students needed to identify the three materials they would use today from among the thousands of materials. Fortunately, Snape spoke harshly but did not stop the children from discussing.

So everyone quickly got what they needed, but Hermione suddenly stopped and frowned at a jar on the cabinet. There were only a few scattered yellow particles in it, as if someone had dropped the cheese after eating it. The scum below.

"Shall we go back quickly? The roots of the narcissus need to be processed quickly." Hannah pulled her hand, a little anxious.

Hermione followed her back and whispered, "Something's wrong. All the stock of Mothra's tumors has been used up. When I looked at it last week, there was still a full jar."

It was a big jar, the kind of quantity that no matter how much waste the senior year would use, it would not be used up.

"Huh? What does that mean? Why do you care about tumors in mice, I just know that if we don't do something soon, Professor Snape is going to kick us out."

Hannah was so panicked that she sounded like she was about to cry.

Hearing what she said, Hermione silently raised her head and glanced at the professor. In fact, Snape didn't look at them at all. He didn't even care that the person came back. He just stood on the podium with his eyes empty. He looked at the dark corridor as if in a daze.

Hermione didn't say anything else. Hannah still didn't understand. She could only discuss this matter with Professor Wilson. It was better to finish this class for now.