Friday morning.

Ron poked at the sausage on the plate, not in a good mood: "Today is Potions class, we have it with the Slytherins, Harry, didn't you say Professor Snape doesn't like you?"

"I've heard George mention that he's very petty and is always targeting people he doesn't like. You have to be careful."

Harry nodded noncommittally.

Once they arrived at the classroom and the class started, Snape did not hide his emotions at all, and revealed his disgust and even hatred nakedly.

Snape walked in.

The already gloomy classroom became even more depressing.

Without saying a word of introduction, he pointed to the desk and said, "Oh, look, who's in my classroom?"

"Harry Potter."

"A natural born Gryffindor, a legendary savior who drew the sword of Gryffindor at the entrance ceremony, a man who stirred up the storm as soon as he entered Hogwarts."

“Tsk.”

"Potter, didn't your father teach you to stand up after the professor called the roll?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot you didn't have a father."

There was a low chuckle from the Slytherin.

The Gryffindor classmates looked at Harry worriedly. They had heard about it a long time ago, but seeing it with their own eyes, it was still hard to believe - all the professors liked Harry very much, even the sullen Quirrell.

But only Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin, was so disgusted and so targeted.

Harry stood up and said, "Thank you for reminding me. Actually, my mother is dead now, so no one has ever taught me these things."

The Slytherin's sneer grew louder.

Bang!

Snape slammed the desk and gritted his teeth: "Potter! I don't want to discuss your family situation with you! Shut up!"

"Anyone else, is this stuff funny?"

"Do you want me to carve these things into your giant monster heads, or... give you a potion of forgetfulness so that you can be happy again?"

The little snakes immediately lowered their heads.

Dean is more toxic today than ever before.

Snape took a deep breath and returned to his previous subdued tone.

"Other professors have said that you excel in their classes."

"But Potions class is different. This is a delicate art. It's not the place for you to make wisecracks or use your little cleverness. Watch your mouth!"

"Very well, Potter - what would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion?"

He suddenly changed the subject and asked.

Torment, struggle, and a hint of expectation hidden deep within all the malice, almost imperceptible and almost escaping Harry's perception.

"Water of Life and Death, a very powerful sleeping potion."

Snape then asked: "What if I want you to find me a bezoar?"

"Kill the cow, cut it open, it's in the stomach," Harry replied.

Snape sneered, and he didn't even notice it. His tone softened a bit: "You don't need to take so many extra steps on your own initiative."

"You are indeed quite clever. Then, Aconitum..."

He then asked many more questions.

Hermione anxiously began to buttonhole the table, and Ron stared in amazement.

It covered almost all the content of the first grade. Hermione admitted that she couldn't answer some of the questions, but Harry answered them fluently without even having to think.

"You did have some clever tricks to get by." Snape glanced at the window, tapped the table, and his tone became dull. "For those clever, forced steps you took... Gryffindor deducted one..."

Only the word "one" came out of his mouth.

Snape saw Harry's cat-like amber eyes, gritted his teeth, and said in a serious tone: "Five points from Gryffindor!"

Hermione stood up and said, "Professor, this is not fair!"

"Harry answered so many questions and has no problem taking the first-year graduation exam. He is excellent, how can you still deduct points from him?"

Snape smiled contemptuously: "Miss Otter, are you questioning the professor?"

"No, I just..." Hermione shook her head quickly.

Snape shook his head. "What's your name?"

"Hermione Granger."

"Very good, you are a reckless and impulsive typical brainless Gryffindor lady. Because you talked back to the professor, Gryffindor will deduct one point!"

Hermione was not angry, she looked up with some confusion in her eyes.

Harry performed very well and was deducted five points.

Only one point was deducted for talking back to the professor.

Do Harry and Professor Snape have such a deep hatred?

"Now, sit down!" Snape waved his hand. "Some people are good at talking, but that's useless. Being good at talking can only make you a herbalist."

"Magic potions require precise control of the temperature, the most suitable combination of magic power, and the most ingenious combination of proportions. Without actual practice, everything is just empty talk."

Snape took out his wand and tapped it on the blackboard.

A few lines of text emerged.

"Now, pick up your cauldrons, light a fire, and mix the potion." Snape looked at all the students with a cold eye, "I don't have any theory to teach you here."

"Potions are all about trial and practice, and improving little by little."

"There are no shortcuts to being clever!"

"I hope there aren't any trolls or trolls among you who would blow up the cauldron in the first class."

Neville shuddered.

Seamus was holding his waist, not realizing it.

Harry had tried to mix this potion many times during the summer vacation, and this time he was even more adept at it.

Snape came over several times trying to find fault, but Harry's operation was proper and there was nothing wrong with it, so Snape just snorted and turned his head away.

Harry was unfazed.

On the contrary, Neville on the side became even more nervous, trembling, and grabbed a handful of porcupine quills and was about to throw them into the pot.

Harry quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Don't put it down. Move the pot away before putting it down again. It will explode."

Neville shuddered, quickly retracted his hand, and thanked Harry sincerely: "Oh, thank you."

"Mr. Potter, do you think that since you no longer have any problems, you can show favors to other students and recruit followers?" Neville was startled suddenly, his hand shook, and half of the pot of water splashed out, but fortunately no one was scalded.

"Idiot! How can you make a potion with unsteady hands!" Snape frowned, "Did the troll eat your brain? Is your body uncoordinated?"

Neville was about to cry.

Snape sneered. This look... that wrinkled rat-like thing was almost overlapping with Neville. "Potter, why don't you be a bad guy and remind him to keep a steady hand?"

"Gryffindor will lose two points for your mistake!"

Neville didn't even have time to be afraid.

It was obviously him who spilled the hot water, but in the end...why was it Harry who got deducted points?

Ron and Hermione, who were sitting in the back, were even more stunned.

Harry's expression didn't change at all and he continued to mix his potion.

An hour later, the class ended and it was time for the final review.

Just as Snape said, potions are an exquisite art. Even if the steps are written in detail on the blackboard, less than half of them can be successfully brewed.

Hermione and Malfoy are the best performing students besides Harry.

But they didn't get even a single compliment from Snape, or even a bit of attention - Snape's purpose was obvious, he was going after Harry.

He picked up Harry's potion, shook it, observed its color against the firelight, and smelled it. His examination was more detailed than the time spent by all the other students combined.

"You do have some talent in potions." Snape didn't look at Harry. He stared at the potion in a daze, and his tone became softer.

Ron and Hermione stared in amazement again.

oh……

Is this still the venomous Professor Snape who found fault for two whole classes?

Snape turned his head and looked at Harry. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see even the slightest trace of the person who should have been there.

Those amber cat eyes.

Sudden mutation.

Snape's face suddenly turned cold. He gently placed the potion on the table and slapped it hard. "But do you think you did an excellent job?"

"Think carefully with your brain which is slightly better than the troll's!"

"Why do you put the porcupine quills in the pot after the crucible is moved away? If you understand this reason, why don't you wait for the boiling water to cool down a little before adding the porcupine quills?"

"And the steamed slugs. I asked you this question before. It is a compound medicinal material. Which part of the medicinal properties is needed for the scabies medicine?"

"Why don't you cut that part off and steam it? It should have been an excellent potion, but because of your mistake, it can only be said to be barely qualified."

"Potter, therefore, two points from Gryffindor!"

The other students retreated.

Oh...the tenderness just now was definitely an illusion. This is Professor Snape.

Snape turned his head away and continued to comment on the next student.

"Harry, don't be sad, you're already great." Hermione and Ron leaned over and comforted him.

Harry was confused: "Why should I be sad?"

"You brew better potions than I do, he's just nitpicking..." Hermione began.

But before he could finish his words, Harry interrupted him by shaking his head: "No, Professor Snape is just a little rude, but he is right."

"Those are indeed the areas where I didn't do a good job in brewing the potion."

Hermione opened her mouth, but was unable to speak.

One is willing to fight, the other is willing to be beaten.

this……

How can this be comforting?

Snape turned his head sharply, narrowed his eyes, and stared at Harry fiercely: "Potter, do you think it's fun to talk about professors behind their backs? How arrogant! Five points deducted from Gryffindor!"

Hermione was shocked and clenched her fists. When Snape turned her back, she apologized guiltily: "I'm sorry, I hurt you."

Fourteen points were deducted in one class.

Earth-shattering.

Harry shook his head, "I got nearly fifteen extra points in other classes this week, which is more than enough to make up for it."

He paused and said, "You were only deducted one point, but you earned ten points in other classes, so you still have nine points."

Wait until the class is over.

Ron packed his schoolbag and invited the little girl beside him: "We are going to Hagrid's house, the big guy who led the way for us at the train station and brought us to the castle. Do you want to come with us?"

Hermione stood up for Harry.

His liking for Hermione increased rapidly.

"Please wait for me for a moment. I have something to ask Professor Snape." Harry packed his things, put his schoolbag on the table, and walked straight towards Snape.