The god of flesh and blood magic at Hogwarts!

Ron suddenly became depressed, as if he would see the cold notice of expulsion, the broken wand, and the cold and tight gate of Hogwarts in the next second.

"But they are only eleven years old after all. This kind of thing is just like children arguing about which magic is the most powerful. There is no need to make a big deal about it." Dumbledore said again.

Ron's cold mood became clear again. At this moment, he even wanted to sing a song to praise Dumbledore.

"What I care about is not these two little wizards, but the atmosphere inside Gryffindor. How do they teach little wizards? Slytherin has maintained the house cup for seven years and no one says that Slytherin is better than other houses, but Gryffindor, I am very curious." Snape said leisurely with his shoulders hugged.

"Hmm, should we leave?" Thorne noticed the change in the direction of their discussion at this moment and asked Dumbledore.

The latter handed him three oranges.

"I understand." Thorne took the three oranges and put them all in his pocket, and waved to Hermione and Ron who were standing aside.

"This place is about to experience a battle, and it is no longer suitable for human survival. Hurry up and leave." He said while urging the two to leave the office. He was the last one to leave and closed the door.

"Let's go, two childish ghosts, you can quarrel over such things." Thorne complained while picking oranges.

"At that time, I was playing wizard chess there, and she suddenly ran over and said that I lied to her, and kicked down the chess pieces we just placed. I didn't scold her, which was very polite." Ron retorted in a low voice.

"If you hadn't lied to me, this would have happened." Hermione also muttered in a low voice.

"Hey... childish." Thorne walked out of the corridor and ignored the two and walked towards the Slytherin lounge.

It was not until Thorne returned to the lounge that he learned that Snape had given him five extra points for some unknown reason. The copy of the score record book in the Slytherin lounge was refreshed directly, which made Thorne stunned.

"With this method, how can he say that Slytherin has won the House Cup for seven consecutive years... He is so thick-skinned." Thorne looked at the unfounded reason for the extra points and complained in a low voice.

"Hehehe! Thorne, why did Dean Snape give you extra points?" Draco suddenly came over and patted his shoulder and asked.

"Who knows... Maybe it's to make him proud." Thorne shrugged and said.

Well, maybe this is really the reason.

Until the next day, there was a mediocre Transfiguration class in the morning. The old cat lady also criticized Thorne for relying on his talent for sleeping well, which had nothing to do with the principal's office yesterday.

After all, Professor McGonagall is the most fair and impartial person. When it comes to adding points, Slytherin will be given points, and Gryffindor will be deducted points. It's so scary.

Until the afternoon, Snape's potion class, Slytherin and Gryffindor class...

"I don't know how many times I have said this. Your brains are obviously not as big as the roots of Achnatherum splendens in my laboratory, but who let me do this... Now, tell me!" Snape was still talking about his helplessness of being pulled here to teach in the last second, and the next second he started with zero frame and lifted Harry up.

"What is narcissus root powder plus wormwood solution?"

"I don't know, professor." Harry's face was pale. If you say he is young, he is thin-skinned.

"Where can I find bezoar?"

"I don't know, Professor."

"What's the difference between Aconitum lycopersicum and Aconitum naviculatum."

"I... don't know, Professor."

Thorne quietly held his chin, and Professor Snape, who had tortured Harry enough, suddenly appeared behind Thorne.

"Do you... want to... sleep?"

Thorne was startled and sat up straight.

"Of course... no, Professor, I love potions."

Snape stood up again, looking at Thorne with a gloomy look, and finally nodded.

"This is the best."

"Now, you two groups, do you understand? Do you need me to teach you on the spot?"

There is no need to teach. The little wizards were frightened by Snape's crazy torture of Harry before. Thorne and Draco quickly divided into two groups, sitting behind a table, quietly looking at the crucible and materials in front of them.

"Acne potion, the most basic potion, is only more complicated than the crude potion. Now try it out. I hope your brains can support you in doing these complicated actions." Snape said as he kept wandering around the classroom.

ThisThe look and the behavior of not letting Thorne sleep made him think of a sentence...

[You can't rest, there are professors wandering around. ]

Puff!

"Mr. Black, what are you doing?" Snape suddenly asked coldly.

"Nothing, professor." Thorne immediately put away his smile and began to squeeze the juice of the water beans with a knife.

"This method is not bad. It's not taught in the book. Who taught you?" Snape suddenly appeared behind Thorne again and asked faintly.

"The wisdom of the predecessors is sometimes more useful than textbooks." Thorne showed his potion book cover, which was the first-year book of the Half-Blood Prince.

"Well... That makes sense, and it's well handled. The quality of the potion is also standard at this stage. Slytherin plus five points."

After adding the points, Snape left without looking back, like an unknown hero who added points without leaving a name.

"You have added ten points in the past two days, which is amazing." Draco on the side whispered teasingly.

"It's normal. After all, this is our own dean." Thorne explained.

"Potter! Look at the picture in the book. Are you doing it right? And this pungent smell... Gryffindor will lose ten points!"

The sound of Snape deducting points and a burst of wailing came from a distance, so terrifying.

In short, this class is not only particularly painful for Gryffindor, but also uncomfortable for Slytherin. After all, although Snape will not deduct points for Slytherin, it is not something that ordinary people can bear to stand quietly behind them and then criticize their work.

It was not until three hours later that the bell for the end of get out of class in the Potions classroom that almost tortured Harry to death finally rang.

"I feel like I want to die. I need a sleep."

"To be honest, me too..."

Harry and Ron supported each other and walked out of the Potions classroom.

Just as Thorne and Draco were about to leave the classroom, another figure blocked their way.