The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Link is not the only one who feels this way.

In fact, the moment Snape stepped off the podium, the atmosphere in the entire classroom became more serious.

A Gryffindor boy closest to Snape was too tense. He accidentally cut the sneeze grass in half with the scraper in his hand, and also pulled a hole in his finger.

The bright red liquid flowed out in an instant, dripping on the desk, and at the same time dyeing the sneeze grass red.

The Gryffindor boy's face changed greatly, and he didn't bother to hold down the wound, but looked up at Snape directly.

Sure enough, Professor Snape was already in front of him, looking at him with some kind of bug.

"Ha! Mr. Parry! Your operation is truly amazing. Because of your excellent performance, a herbal plant worth 2 Galleons has been completely contaminated! Maybe I should contact the Daily Prophet to publish your story just now. Go up, I believe that the International Potions Society will definitely vote this as the TOP10 stupidest maneuvers of the year! Gryffindor deducts 20 points! Now... stretch out your hand!"

Snape spoke mercilessly, and upon hearing this, the Gryffindor boy stretched out his intact hand reluctantly, as if he was extending his hand to him. Like in the bloody mouth of some kind of carnivorous beast.

"What a troll brain! I'm talking about your injured hand!"

"Oh! Sorry! Professor Snape!"

The boy hurriedly changed his hands, and upon seeing Snape's expression of disgust, he grabbed the opponent's palm and took out a small bottle of sticky green mucus from his robe and poured it on the opponent's wound.

This kind of mucus must be very irritating, because then a heart-wrenching scream rang out, and the boy's body was still twisting, as if he wanted to withdraw his hand.

But Snape held on to the opponent's hand tightly, and didn't let go until the screams faded away.

"Bang!"

The boy slammed back into his seat, and at this time, there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead because of the pain.

The expressions of the surrounding classmates also became angry and frightened, especially the Gryffindors, who looked at Snape and almost burst into flames.

It's just that they haven't lost their minds and made some radical behaviors.

Unlike them, Link showed a thoughtful expression after looking at it from the corner of his eye.

Because the injured Gryffindor boy screamed miserably, but the wound on his hand stopped bleeding after smearing the green mucus, and it gradually healed.

Obviously, Professor Snape was actually treating the other party just now.

It's just that this still can't change the fact that Snape has a bad personality. You must know that Snape is a master of potions. Even if he can't heal the wound just by touching it like Madam Pomfrey, he has something else. cure.

Shaking his head indistinctly, Link lowered his head and threw himself into the production of the confusion medicine again.

As Professor Snape had said before, Psychedelics were not too difficult, but only in relative terms.

As a potion belonging to the second-year course, its production process is still very cumbersome, and the whole process must be extremely precise. A little operation error will cause a chain reaction, resulting in a decline in the quality or even failure of the finished product.

So Link put all his heart into it, carefully peeled off the rhizomes of the sneeze grass, then crushed the lovage into mud and mixed it with Sigre's solution and water, and then used the sneeze grass rhizomes as a stirring rod to stir back and forth...

While Link was concentrating on making potions, all kinds of explosions of cauldrons, broken containers, screams, and Snape's slightly happy announcement of deductions were constantly heard around him.

Obviously, not everyone has Link's characterization, and can complete their homework without any problems, especially under Snape's covetousness.

"That viper has started again!"

John whispered beside Link.

Link didn't give him any response, just concentrated on the black paste in his hands.

And John was obviously accustomed to Link's indifferent attitude, and said to himself:

"Snape is the worst professor in the whole of Hogwarts! He likes to cover up the students of his house more than our Professor Sprout, and there is no bottom line! To ensure that Slytherin House can win the house Cup, he is always so crazy to trouble other houses and deduct their points! But as soon as he encounters a Slytherin student, he will immediately change his face! Because of Snape's cover, Slytherin House I've won the House Cup for six consecutive years! Thanks to him, I hate potions class the most! But it's fine to have a class with Gryffindors today, after all, Gryffindor House is the Snape's most hated college..."

John was talking nonstop there, and while he was talking, he was still clumsily handling the potion materials, not noticing that a shadow had enveloped it.

"Speak during class! Hufflepuffs deduct 10 points!"

John was startled by Snape's sudden indifferent tone, and he almost knocked over the cauldron beside him with a flick of his hands.

Seeing this, Snape withdrew his gaze with some regret, and looked at Link next to him.

It's a pity that Link didn't pay attention to John from the beginning to the end, and the potions under his command were made with great care, with almost no flaws.

It's just that Snape obviously won't give up so easily. He walked back and forth around Link slowly, hoping to force Link to make mistakes by applying pressure in this way.

However, Link still failed to get his wish.

Looking at Link's nearly finished drug of confusion, Snape's originally ancient face also showed a hint of displeasure.

In the end, Snape couldn't hold back any longer.

He pointed to the scraps on Link's table that he hadn't had time to clean up after the sneeze grass was disposed of, and said:

"The table is untidy and violates the basic principles of potion making, and Hufflepuff will deduct 5 points!"

After saying that, Snape walked away contentedly, leaving only Link with a dull face.

John came over at the right time, didn't speak, just gave Link a "how about it, I'm not wrong" look.

And Link gradually returned to normal after being stunned for a while.

But unlike John's conjecture, Link didn't have much dissatisfaction in his heart.

He had found out long ago that every professor he had met since he came to Hogwarts had been very kind to him, even to an absurd degree.

This made him a little uneasy.

And now there was finally a professor who didn't treat him specially, which made him relieved.

Extending his arm, Link once again threw himself into the making of the confusion medicine.

As he added the last bad blood grass powder into it, the dark and viscous liquid instantly became clear and transparent, and it looked like a pot of jelly.

This is exactly the same as the finished confusion drug recorded in the book.

Link nodded in satisfaction.

And now, it's time for get out of class.

After Snape assigned a large amount of homework as usual, the classmates began to tidy up their desks in dejection.

Link was doing the same thing, but before he could finish cleaning up, Snape on the podium spoke again:

"Link Foley! Detention after class!"