Chapter 93: "Conflict in the Classroom: A Potions Lesson with Snape"

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"Look, our savior's friends are truly extraordinary," Snape said, looking at the bandaged Ron with his gloomy eyes. He mockingly showed a vicious smile. "Who can tell me, which symbolizes the brave Gryffindor? Weasley, may I ask the honorable warrior, did you steal the fire dragon's egg or extract the basilisk tooth?" His words were full of malice, and even though he tried to sound honest, anyone could hear it. The students on the Slytherin side couldn't help but burst into laughter, and even the Gryffindor students struggled to hold back their laughter. For a while, the potions class was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Compared to the healing practices in Muggle society, wizards have a more immediate approach. Even with such a severe injury, Ron was able to return to class after just a few days of recovery. Harry and Hermione both urged him to take one more day off, but Ron insisted on returning to class. The first two days were fine; most students had forgotten about his mishap, but in Snape's potions class, this was his home turf.

Ron thought he was mentally prepared, but when confronted with Snape's taunts, he was still angry and didn't know how to fight back.

"I think my friend has already received the punishment he deserves. Don't you think it's unbecoming of a teacher to make fun of students like this? Professor Dumbledore wouldn't be happy to see his students treated this way," Hermione said, standing up and looking up at Snape with a mix of humility and assertiveness.

Snape's laughter stopped, as if he had been pinched. His face darkened even more. "I don't need you to lecture me on my behavior, Miss Know-It-All," he said coldly. "Disrespecting a teacher will result in Gryffindor losing five points."

Hermione sat down indifferently, and Ron secretly thanked her.

After a while, the students' laughter finally stopped and the potions class began to focus on the topic at hand.

"Today, we will be learning how to make bone shrinking potion," Snape said, glancing around the room at his attentive students. He was quite satisfied and then began to explain the ingredients and methods for this potion, as well as the precautions to take.

"This is a very complicated potion that requires a lot of materials, and the shape of the materials is also very specific. If the materials are cut unevenly and put into the crucible, it will affect the potency of the potion," Snape said, seemingly casually walking up to Ron again. "I'm sure this brave warrior wouldn't let anyone else do this work for him, right? Mr. Weasley."

"I'm sure you can cut them well," Snape said, patting Ron on the shoulder "kindly."

"Of course, Professor," Ron said slowly, taking out a box of already-cut materials from his bag with his intact hand. "Thank you, I already prepared them beforehand."

Harry bet that Snape's face wouldn't be so bad even if he swallowed two big shit eggs in a row.

The three of them had anticipated Snape's possible difficulties and prepared accordingly.

Snape, still looking for trouble, continued to stroll around, looking for his next target. It was no surprise when he walked over to Neville. "I think some special measures must be taken to stimulate your potions, Longbottom, don't you think?" Snape said.

"Yes, yes," Neville replied solemnly to Snape, obviously not realizing the trouble he was about to get into.

"Then how about feeding your pet after your potion is finished? I'm looking forward to seeing a tadpole, but I think it's more likely we'll be left with a toad corpse," Snape said before walking away and striding back to the podium. He had just gotten off the podium, it seems he was just trying to find fault with Gryffindor.

"Draco, what do you think is the cause of the professor's deep hatred for Gryffindor?" Pansy whispered, pulling on Draco's sleeve. Her potion was now in a stable waiting stage, so she had a bit of extra time to gossip.

"Don't gossip, focus on your work. And, your potion has changed color, don't you think you should add some figs? Do you want to boil a pot of poison?" Draco said, expressionless as he added some cut daisies to the crucible. He wasn't interested in answering Pansy's question, but he still reminded her.

Pansy glared at her cauldron and exclaimed, "You lied to me again!" The potion inside was still bubbling and had turned bright green, indicating that it was almost finished.

"I'm just trying to help someone study hard this semester. Don't get distracted in class," Draco said seriously. The potions class was like an experimental class in the Muggle world and should be taken seriously. Many accidents could happen during the experimental process.

"Okay, okay, I understand. Can't I just not ask?" Pansy turned her attention back to her potion.

After another ten minutes, Snape's voice echoed through the classroom, "I think everyone should have finished preparing their potions by now. You may officially start the process." He then added, with a hint of sarcasm, "Mr. Longbottom, I will be watching you closely to make sure you don't blow up our laboratory."

There was a burst of laughter from the Slytherin students. Neville's round, chubby face was covered in sweat as he nervously tried to finish his potion. He was not good at potions and Snape was always hard on him.

Hermione wanted to help Neville, but she and Harry were already helping Ron with his potion. Plus, Snape was still watching Neville closely, so she didn't get a chance.

She guessed that Ron had done something to anger Snape, and now Neville was the target of his wrath.

"I'm sorry," Hermione thought to herself before secretly setting up a cauldron next to her and starting to prepare an antidote potion.

"Well done, everyone should have finished their potions now," Snape declared as Neville's potion turned into a cloud of black mud. "Please follow me as I show you how to clean up the tables and dispose of the potions safely. I don't want anyone poisoning themselves while eating." Snape glared at Harry as he spoke.