Chapter 127: The Boy Who Explodes

As February approached, it had been almost a month since the start of the school year.

Recently, Arthur had seen that many young wizards were using the Backbone and Sleepy Glasses, which made several professors curious about why so many students suddenly wore glasses.

But no one was brave enough to use them in the classroom of Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape.

At most, they would sneak a nap during Muggle Studies or History of Magic classes.

According to Arthur's observations in History of Magic class, nearly half of the young wizards were using Backbone, and perhaps there are more people who Arthur has not found it.

He silently prayed that they would pass their final exams successfully, activated his Backbone, and started to sleep.

After the History of Magic class ended, Arthur came to the Potion classroom. Today's potion class is with Gryffindor students.

As soon as Arthur sat down, Harry immediately sat next to him and gave him a friendly smile.

Arthur looked at the somewhat creepy Harry in silence.

How did he find this chosen one had become a bit strange?

"Arthur, please, you and Hermione can be together anytime, but I could die at any moment in this class."

Harry thought Arthur was going to reject him and quickly made a pitiful expression.

Now, whenever Harry attended Potions class with Ravenclaw, he would find ways to be in the same group as Arthur.

Because only then would Professor Snape not take points away from Gryffindor for making mistakes in Potions.

Harry had even secretly asked Arthur if he still had the potion from last time.

When Arthur told him there was only one bottle left, Harry shook his head with regret, giving Arthur a chill.

Sure enough, gender-bending happened only once and countless times.

As Professor Snape took his first step into the classroom, the bell for class rang instantly, making Arthur suspect that Professor Snape had come in with a stopwatch.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain why he was always so accurate every time.

Just thinking about that scene made Arthur want to laugh.

Professor Snape walked up to the stage, his gaze coldly sweeping the room, and all the young wizards immediately sat up straight, afraid of being targeted.

He took out his wand and lightly waved it, and thick handwriting appeared on the blackboard behind him.

"Today, your task is to make Bruisewort Balm. The process and precautions are all on the blackboard. If anyone fails to meet my standards by the end of class, they will stay behind to clean the entire classroom, and no one is allowed to use magic."

As he finished speaking, the cabinet located at the back of the classroom opened, and all the ingredients accurately flew onto each student's desk.

Arthur was also impressed by Professor Snape's mastery of magical manipulation. It was no wonder he was called the Half-Blood Prince.

Next, all the young wizards began to brew potions.

Arthur instructed Harry to make them. He made use of the opportunity to have a willing assistant.

Meanwhile, Professor Snape moved around the classroom like a bat, and his venom spraying could be heard everywhere.

"Simmons, you need to go to the school hospital wing to ask Madam Pomfrey to have a look. The blackboard clearly says that the Bruisewort must be put into the cauldron. What are you cutting into pieces and cooking?"

"Brown, do you dare to shake your hands a little more? The house-elves at Hogwarts don't surprise as much as you do when they serve their dishes".

Although the mistake was corrected in time, it avoided staying and cleaning the classroom after class. All the young wizards scolded by Professor Snape were about to cry.

Finally, Professor Snape approached Neville and Seamus. Feeling Professor Snape's cold gaze, Neville trembled with fear.

In the school, Harry might be the one who dislikes Professor Snape the most, but Neville is definitely the one who fears him the most.

Due to his bad memory, Nevilles's grades in Potions class were so bad that Professor Snape would sneer at him every time.

This time wasn't any different.

Professor Snape stood behind Neville and Seamus and refused to leave. Whenever Neville made a mistake, he would bully him.

But the more this happened, the more mistakes Neville made, and even Arthur couldn't bear to watch.

Neville, the chubby boy, had tears building up in his eyes...

Seamus, who was with Neville, didn't do any better.

Even though he wasn't the main target that Professor Snape made fun of, he still got his fair share of attention from him.

Finally, the potion-making has reached the final step.

Seamus prepares to stir three circles clockwise with his hand, then one and a half rotations counterclockwise, and the Bruisewort Balm would be considered complete.

But at this moment, something went wrong.

As expected of Seamus, who has the title of 'Exploding Wizard,' when he put his wand into the cauldron, the potion in the cauldron exploded instantly.

The powerful impact flipped the cauldron, which then quickly flew up after hitting the ground.

Professor Snape was standing nearby. He didn't move fast enough, and the flying cauldron hit him right in the head, making him faint.

Arthur only heard two faint noises as Snape lay flat on the ground.

The incident did not stop there. Due to the explosion, some of the spilled potion liquid fell on the young wizards nearby.

The hot liquid made these young wizards scream in pain, turning the whole classroom into a chaotic mess.

Arthur was stunned, but luckily, he acted quickly and cast a Shield Charm to block the liquid, also accidentally shielding Hermione's table.

Watching a large amount of hot potion slide down the shield onto the ground, Arthur couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Looking at Neville and Seamus, who stood there dumbfounded, Arthur admired them even more.

These two had no traces of injuries on them, and they were now staring at Professor Snape's unconscious body on the ground, feeling bewildered.

The 'Exploding Wizards' truly lived up to his name. He never disappoints when it comes to explosions.

Seeing the chaotic crowd, Arthur had to step forward and maintain order.

"Alright, all the injured young wizards, come to me. I will prepare some potions for you. Don't touch the wounds with your hands, They can get infected."

Arthur's words seemed to give the young wizards hope, and those who were injured immediately ran over and gathered around Arthur.

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