Snape: Do I Need A Reason To Deduct Points?!(1)

Hermione and Cassandra looked surprised again. Judging from the small piece of wood that Blake threw out, it proved that his conjecture was correct.

That the small piece of wood was different from the parchment in Cassandra's hand. The parchment had begun to burn as soon as magic was injected and the small piece of wood only began to burn after a while!

This only proved one thing. Blake successfully solved the core problem of the magic scrolls and that was delaying the explosion!

It seemed that if the idea of the magic scroll was to be realized. It would evolve and become a much simpler way of offensive confrontation.

Hermione and Cassandra were surprised and frankly a little bit impressed. Apart from Blake's wonderful idea of making magic scrolls and his terrifying research speed, this guy seemed to have only talked to the two of them for a while then he had an inspiration and this problem was solved.

To top it off, Blake thought it was not a big deal. He seemed to have only started to study the idea of the magic scroll today. In just a short morning where they were to have two Magic Potions classes.

Blake not only had a new idea but he also succeeded in experimenting on it and actualizing it.

When Blake heard the system prompt sound in his mind, he could not help but glance gleefully at Hermione and Cassandra.

"Why are you so surprised? This was just an experiment with the various applications of Runes.

{AN//: The original translation of Niven is close to runes that's why I was a bit confused}

It is just a small experiment."

Cassandra took a deep breath and said, "A small experiment? Do you know how ridiculous you are? If you can really make a finished product with this magic scroll, then your achievement will definitely not be lower than your achievement of cultivating a mutant magical plant!

You have just started the experiment today, right? But you've already succeeded in more than half of it!"

Blake just shook his head and replied, "It's too early to say that I've succeeded in more than half of the concept. Although using walnut wood as a carrier can indeed solve the problem, its actual cost is really expensive. Which is still far from my previous idea of cheap and practical use.

"Hmm … How can I lower the cost of this magic scroll?"

Cassandra and Hermione saw that Blake was going to enter the research state again for 30 minutes. Without prior consultation, they dragged him to his feet.

"Stop researching! If you don't go eat now, you will not get a chance later. Don't forget, you still have a potions class in the afternoon. I am sure you don't want Professor Snape to find trouble with you if you're late, right?"

Blake was pulled back to the cruel reality. 

"Tsk … It is inevitable that Professor Snape will look for trouble with me. It seems like even if I'm not late, I will not avoid it."

Blake remembered that he had offended that Old Bat before in Bumbledore's office. He had already anticipated that he would be put in a difficult spot during the afternoon class. He was mentally prepared for it.

"Okay, I will go to eat."

"Ah, I really envy you guys. You guys don't even have classes in the afternoon so you will be free."

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The second Potions class involving Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw in the afternoon started at 1: 30.

Blake felt that this was really unreasonable. At half past one, under normal circumstances, it would still be time for a nap. Yet, he had to use it for such a boring Potions class.

A boring class, with Professor Snape who would be a headache, in the afternoon was just a recipe for disaster. The only thing that would make this bearable is if he gets a ton of chests.

After Blake finished eating, he packed up all the potioneering tools and textbooks. He then hurried to Snape's underground classroom. The underground classroom was much cooler than the main building of the castle above.

This was because there were many strange specimens placed along the wall. The strange thing was, in such a ghastly place, it could even be said to be a somewhat terrifying environment.

But weirdly enough, Blake actually felt a little comfortable. But overall he felt that he must be sick.

At exactly half past one, the door to the underground classroom was opened with a bang. Professor Snape's long black cloak trailed behind him.

He walked in quickly. It was like a black bat flying on the ground. He stood on the podium. Then, he used his unique sharp gaze to scan the entire class.

Then, his gaze paused on Blake. Blake's heart skipped a beat.

'Well, he is definitely looking for trouble.' Blake concluded.

Snape picked up a name list. Then he began his roll call.

"Hannah Abbott...."

"...."

"...."

… Blake Green. "

"Here, professor." Blake raised his hand expressionlessly.

Snape's gaze fell on Blake's face.

"Oh … Yes, Mr. Green."

"A good student who is deeply trusted by Professor Dumbledore. I would like to see what kind of ability you have. How can you get the principal's attention?"

The little wizards who had already heard of Snape's personality looked at Blake with a worried expression. Obviously. Blake would unfortunately be the subject of today's class.

Snape focused on the poor guy who was going to be difficult. It was just like what they had heard during lunch. Just like Harry Potter who was being picked on in the morning, Blake would suffer the same fate. 

After Snape finished his roll call, he looked at the entire class again.

"Maybe some of you aren't that stupid and have already previewed the textbook before the class started. What I want to say is Potion concoction is a precise science and a strict craft.

Because there's no foolishly waving a magic wand here, many of you won't believe that this is magic. I don't expect you to really understand the magic behind the slow-simmering cauldron. It is a wonderful place that emits white smoke and fragrances."

When Blake listened to Snape's eternal monologue opening speech, he complained in his heart.

'Although he said it nicely, why did it sound like he was comparing it to cooking? What slow simmering … Fragrances. Aaah! It is true!

This was just like cooking a big bowl of rice! Hmm … Blake suddenly remembered. He had not eaten rice for many years."

Just as Blake started to get distracted and think about going and getting some rice, he had a voice.

"Green!" Snape suddenly shouted.

Blake was stunned for a while before he remembered that Snape was calling him.

In fact, it had been a long time since someone called him by his last name. Since Blake was loved by all the teachers, even the usually serious Professor McGonagall, they all called him Blake affectionately using his first name in class.

"Are you distracted?" Snape said coldly.

"Come on … Tell me, what were you thinking about just now? Share it with the whole class."

Snape looked like he was all ears but everyone knew, he was ready to pick on him.

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