Tom Cat breaks through the dimensional wall

Hogwarts underground.

Harry and Ron, wearing Gryffindor wizard robes, ran wildly down the corridor with books in hand.

This was the last class of the morning, Professor Snape's Potions class.

Because school had just started, the two of them were not familiar with the layout of Hogwarts Castle, so they inevitably got lost on the way there.

This is not the first time.

After breakfast, they even got lost while attending Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Fortunately, although Professor McGonagall looked stern, he did not punish them.

But this Potions class was different.

The teacher of Potions class is Professor Snape.

Although it was the first day of class for the two brothers.

But when I was in the Gryffindor common room, I had already heard about the situation of various teachers in the school from the seniors.

Among them, Professor Snape is definitely the one that many students fear the most.

Because of this first impression passed down by word of mouth, Harry and Ron naturally put a terrifying filter on Snape.

"bump!"

Pushing open the door, Harry and Ron panicked and ran into the Potions classroom.

The Potions classroom is small and can only accommodate 20 students at a time.

The walls are lined with glass jars filled with stuffed animals.

There is also a storage cabinet here that stores various ingredients that students may use when making potions.

There is also a small blackboard in front of the desk, where Snape will write down the ingredients and preparation methods needed to prepare potions during class.

Since today is the first potion class for the freshmen, they only learn basic theoretical knowledge, so everyone can just take the class and do not need to bring a crucible for practical potion preparation.

"Phew! It's okay! The old bat hasn't come yet!"

Ron saw that there was no sign of Snape in the classroom, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The two quickly found their seats and sat down.

Before the stool was warm, the door of the classroom was pushed open with another "bump"!

The door opened too loudly.

The little kids in the classroom were all shocked.

"Dong dong dong!"

Rapid and heavy footsteps sounded!

He quickly approached and quickly moved away.

Harry didn't dare to take a breath.

Professor Snape, who was wearing a black robe and had black and greasy hair, like an old bat, had already passed through the desk and came to the front of the students.

Professor Snape deadpanned.

As he walked forward, he lit his wand casually.

The windows on the side closed automatically.

This made the already poorly lit Potions classroom look even darker.

In the entire room, only a few candles against the wall were still lighting.

Snape held the black robe with both hands to wrap himself up, and a pair of sinister eyes on his hooked nose scanned the freshmen below.

Although he didn't say a word, the suppressed momentum still made the students below him tense up instantly.

"In my class, you are not allowed to wave your wand around or recite spells. In fact, I don't think many of you know how to appreciate the profound science and precise craftsmanship of potion making."

Snape's face was expressionless and his tone was unhurried: "However, for those few... top students. Those who are really interested, I can teach you how to cast spells on the mind and how to trap the senses."

"I will teach you how to create fame and create brilliance."

"I can even teach you how to make the elixir of life."

Snape glanced at Draco as he spoke.

Draco thought Snape was referring to himself as the outstanding person, and a proud smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As a result, Snape caught a glimpse of the Gryffindor House medal on his chest, and his face suddenly became unhappy, and he turned to look at the other Slytherin students.

Draco choked suddenly.

Thinking that he was now a Gryffindor, his face instantly darkened.

"Speaking of which..."

Snape withdrew his gaze and looked at Harry Potter in the audience.

Little Harry was holding a quill in his hand, lowering his head and writing something there. He didn't look like he was listening particularly carefully.

Snape couldn't help but narrow his eyes and continued: "Perhaps some of you already had extraordinary abilities when you came to Hogwarts, so you were so confident that you thought you could not pay attention to my lectures."

Hermione noticed Snape's gaze, and as her deskmate, she immediately nudged Harry with her elbow.

Harry finally reacted and noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere in the classroom. He quickly put the quill into the ink bottle beside him, sat upright, pursed his lips and looked at Snape.

Harry wasn't actually paying attention.

On the contrary, he was quite serious.

What was written on the paper in front of him was what Snape had just said.

But Snape obviously didn't intend to let Harry go so easily.

Snape loosened his grip on the robe and walked towards Harry slowly: "Potter! Sir! A celebrity of our generation."

Harry raised his head and looked at Snape who came in front of him, looking a little scared.

"Tell me, what would happen if I added narcissus bulb powder to the absinthe stem liquid?"

Snape spoke in an unhurried tone, but it put a lot of pressure on Harry.

Not to mention Snape.

Even an ordinary student will feel a lot of pressure when the teacher asks questions that he does not understand.

As expected, Harry, who was on his first day of class, was questioned.

He pursed his lips and finally shook his head.

On the contrary, Hermione next to her raised her hands in excitement. This primary school bully had read all the textbooks within two months of the beginning of the school year, and she was very much looking forward to Snape calling her name.

But Snape was obviously coming for Harry and didn't even look at Hermione.

"Don't know? Then let me ask something else. Pote! Sir! If I want bezoar, where should I find it?"

The question was simple, and Hermione raised her hand high again!

But Snape still didn't look at him.

Harry pursed his lips and finally shook his head.

He didn't know this question either.

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

Snape stared at Harry silently, and other students in the classroom also stared at Harry, which put a lot of pressure on Harry.

But Snape did not let Harry go, and continued to ask: "What is the difference between Aconite and Aconite?"

Hermione next to her raised her little hands high, and her whole body was about to jump up.

Harry still shook his head.

Snape looked at Harry condescendingly and said in a calm tone: "Unfortunately, obviously, fame alone is not enough, right? Mr. Potter?"

Harry was asked three questions in succession and seemed to have a little temper.

He looked directly at Snape: "Obviously, Hermione knows the answer, but it's a pity that you didn't ask her."

There was a burst of discussion in the classroom.

Draco's face was filled with a look of fun.

"Quiet!"

As soon as Snape spoke, the whole classroom fell silent.

Looking down at Harry Potter, Snape had no expression on his face, but there was unconcealable disgust in his eyes.

This disgusting emotion was keenly detected by Harry who was looking at each other.

Snape bent down and looked directly at Harry. This action made his pressure on Harry stronger.

"Listen up, Potter. Daffodil bulbs mixed with wormwood make a powerful hypnotic, known as the 'drink of life and death.' Fezo is taken from the stomach of goats and is a powerful antidote."

"Aconite and Aconite refer to the same plant, and there is another name called Aconite."

After saying this, Snape paused obviously.

Everyone in the classroom still looked at him and Harry.

At this moment, Snape's voice suddenly rose: "What! Why don't you copy these down!"

The students were all shocked. They quickly opened their notebooks, grabbed their quills, and started taking notes.

While sucking ink with his quill pen, Ron subconsciously complained: "This one is really hard to use."

Snape straightened up, walked straight to the podium, sat down behind his desk, and said seriously: "Gryffindor House, due to your classmate's rude behavior in class, five points will be deducted!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the students around him looked at Harry again.

Slytherin's eyes were filled with amusement, while Gryffindor was somewhat complaining.

Draco originally laughed along with Slytherin.

But while he was smiling, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Brother Drag suddenly realized that he was also a Gryffindor!

Doesn't this mean that he also has points deducted? !

Realizing this, Draco suddenly stopped laughing.

"Damn it!"

Finally, the time came for get out of class to end.

After Professor Snape left, the students in the classroom stood up, packed up their belongings, and walked outside.

"Harry, don't forget to go to the canteen to buy the things on your school list."

Hermione next to her was also packing her things and reminded Tom Mu.

"Eh? The canteen? Is it open yet?"

Harry Potter asked.

Of course he still remembered the things he wanted to buy on his admission list.

However, from yesterday until today, he had gone to the canteen twice, but the door was always closed, so Harry almost forgot about the canteen.

"It's open. It opened not long after breakfast. Let's go there quickly. If it's later, it will definitely be crowded."

Although they didn't communicate much, Hermione already regarded Harry and Ron as her friends.

Harry felt that Hermione was right, so he called Ron and walked to the canteen together.

Along the way, the three of them naturally chatted about the Potions class just now.

Harry is still young and thinks very simply.

He instinctively expressed his thoughts about Snape: "I feel like Professor Snape doesn't like me."

Harry had originally intended it to be directed at him.

But I felt that this word was a bit too serious, so I changed the wording slightly.

"Is there any?"

Ron asked strangely.

He just thought Harry was simply unlucky.

But Hermione, who had been sitting next to her, witnessed the whole process and nodded: "I have this idea too."

"Then what should we do? Is there any other way? We can't have points deducted from Gryffindor every time we take Snape's class, right?"

Harry frowned, looking very helpless.

"I'm just about to go to the canteen. How about we ask Mr. Tom? They are all school staff. Maybe he can do something about it."

Hermione thought for a moment and came up with an idea.

Ron and Harry looked at each other and both thought this idea might be worth trying.

Because there are already students in and out of the courtyard after class.

Their destination, the Oriental Commissary, was indeed open.

What's troublesome is that even though the three of them have arrived as soon as possible, the number of people at the canteen is still beyond their imagination!

Fortunately, the space in the canteen is not small, and the students of Hogwarts can still be accommodated.

Harry and his friends waited in line at the door for a while before finally entering the Hogwarts canteen for the first time.

As soon as they entered the door, a bald phoenix on a gilded branch next to them suddenly spread its wings and shouted loudly in a strange and crooked voice: "Welcome!"