Hogwarts, Please Graduate Soon, Ch 56.2

Hagrid, who had been smiling, suddenly looked a bit uneasy. "Harry, after all, Snape is your professor; you need to show some respect."

"I'm just speaking the truth!" Harry insisted stubbornly. "In Potions class last week, he deducted twenty points for nothing!"

Harry then turned to Wayne, complaining, "Wayne, your advice isn't working; I tried not looking at him, but Snape seemed even angrier."

"What exactly happened? Tell me," Wayne said, perked up.

With a grimace on his face, Harry explained the situation. Normally, Snape would always seek trouble; every time Harry stared back defiantly, Snape would make some sarcastic remark, and that would be that.

During the last Potions class, recalling Wayne's advice, he kept his head down, ignoring Snape's provocations and just focused on brewing.

As a result, Snape deducted twenty points for what he deemed disrespect, and then deducted another ten from Neville.

Wayne nearly doubled over with laughter but maintained an air of serious contemplation on his face. Of course, Snape would be most annoyed by the one thing he valued most: those eyes identical to Lily's. If you avoid looking at him, he would indeed be furious.

"This is a tough spot, Harry," Wayne said, smacking his lips. "It seems Snape really does have it out for you."

"Why not send him a gift for Christmas to smooth things over? After all, you'll be stuck in Potions class until fifth year."

Harry thought that made sense. "What should I get him?"

"How about shampoo?" Wayne suggested. "Just look at his greasy hair; he probably hasn't washed it in ages. Some shampoo would be quite fitting."

"Is that really useful?" Harry asked skeptically. "He's a professor; surely he can afford shampoo."

"Well, being a master potion-maker, it's not unusual to overlook such small details," Wayne joked. "Maybe he simply forgot or was too lazy to buy it himself."

"Alright then," Harry said. "I'll get the best one, from a well-established brand."

"When Snape sees your sincerity, he might not go out of his way to bother you anymore."

Hagrid opened his mouth, surprised.

The best shampoo in the wizarding world… that must be Potter Shampoo, the pride of the Potter family!

Harry's grandfather had already sold the shampoo formula for a large sum of gold. Now, it had nothing to do with them anymore.

Hagrid scratched his head, feeling something was off, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was. Not being able to figure it out, he decided to let it go.

Wayne was Harry's friend and a kind, dependable Hufflepuff; how could he possibly play tricks on friends? Hagrid cheerfully went to fetch the freshly baked cookies and hot tea.

An hour later, a few young wizards stumbled out of the small cottage, rubbing their already full bellies.

"Looks like we can skip dinner," Ron yawned. "Harry, want to play a game of wizard chess? One piece of candy per game."

"Sounds good!"

The two waved goodbye to Wayne and left. Their relationship with Hermione wasn't very close, especially Ron, who thought Hermione was too uptight and meddlesome.

Girls often mature faster than boys, and adolescence hits them earlier; Hermione wasn't fond of her two mischievous classmates. She found them too childish.

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