Chapter 236 The First Potions Class

As a teacher, the most important point is: You cannot bring your personal emotions into the classroom.

When discussing the ability to control one's personal emotions, perhaps no one in the entire Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, except Professor Dumbledore, does it better than Severus Snape.

Although Severus Snape couldn't help but feel bored repeatedly due to the unprecedented description of the "Explosive Theft Case" and the list of potions he hadn't had time to assess the losses of, Snape's demeanor as he entered the potions classroom remained the same cold, icy facade that had remained unchanged for thousands of years; he didn't release this negative emotion on a group of first-year young wizards who knew nothing.

After all, whether it's the conclusions drawn by Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Mr. Apocalis, etc.; or the wizard who has the courage and ability to do so based on Snape's own experience, indeed, only adult wizards from outside the castle are prone to do so.

The only thing that makes Snape complain is what kind of hatred prompts the use of the blasting spell to open his office door, instead of the simpler unlocking spell; he cannot believe that one can master the art of manipulating the magical spell. The wizard might not know how to cast the locking spell, which is clearly a demonstration and provocation that can never be understood.

However, judging from the vaguely revealed information in the dialogue between the two old wizards, it seems that the perpetrator is a troublesome character known to both, even the two at the pinnacle of the entire magical world are inclined to adopt calm ways of handling the situation.

In this case, Nep naturally understood that this foolish man was mostly determined, so he continued to stay at the office door and observe the investigation and review of the entire theft process, which only further infuriated him.

In comparison, although arriving early in the Potions Classroom meant enduring the ignorant little ghosts for a while, at least in the Potions Classroom, Snape was sure that everything would proceed at his own pace.

"After five minutes, I expect to see everyone seated in the classroom."

Snape raised his eyebrows slightly, calmed his emotions again, glanced at the chilling little first-year wizards, and flirted with a word, then headed towards Elena and the others and entered the underground classroom.

As for what happened to the three girls at the door, as long as it was determined that it wasn't bullying on campus, Snape wasn't interested in understanding the rest of the details.

For this small and childish group, it has always been one of the areas where Snape is not good, and even some conflicts.

"Alright."

Elena astutely nodded and handed Snape's generous black robe at the classroom door, then turned to look at Hermione Granger, who had just stolen her first kiss. She shrugged helplessly, preparing for a textbook-like speech from the Caslana family.

"Sorry, dear Hermione. As you can see, maybe Hannah and I have to... Huh?"

Before finishing the conversation, Elena suddenly found herself alone.

She doesn't know when it started, Hannah and Hermione had quietly gathered, it seems they were speaking something in a low voice, judging by both of their occasional glances towards her, it's clear that much of the topic is about her.

"Hannah, Hermione? What are you talking about?"

Elena blinked in confusion and quickly approached.

Generally, this situation in which friends live together peacefully should have been the best form of coexistence for her.

But she doesn't know why, there is always a little unease in Elena's mind; is the legend a bit wrong? Didn't the three equally share the parts of the ashesnake's eggs? According to metaphysics, it should be to increase the sympathy of the three at the same time.

"Nothing, we were just talking about the anecdote that happened while you were away."

Hermione looked a bit nervous at the approaching white-haired dumplings, unconsciously blushing, and reacted immediately, muttering slightly, raising her exquisite face and vigorously waving her hand.

"Then I went back to the Gryffindor common room to study on my own. Hannah, go to class first... well, after us?"

In the last paragraph, Hermione looked at the next Hannah and said.

"After?"

Elena raised her eyebrows and the little tuft on her head bristled alert quickly.

"Alright, Elena, don't dawdle."

Without waiting for Elena to continue questioning, Hannah Abbot slapped the white-haired dumplings' shoulders with the textbook in hand and skillfully tucked Hermione's "Magical Potions and Elixirs" and various items used in potion classes into Elena's arms, stretched and pulled Elena's arms towards the classroom.

"But, but... I always feel..."

Elena's eyes moved back and forth between her "wings," frowning trying to organize her language, she always felt distraction; it seemed she was about to change from being an enviable winner of life to a pitiful, plump stuffed chicken.

"Nothing! Didn't you hear what Professor Snape said? The class will start soon."

Hannah lifted her cheeks and said lightly, "This is our first lesson at Hogwarts. I don't want to be punished by the professor because of you."

Regarding the hidden ashesnake eggs, she wouldn't forget them so easily, as Hermione said - [This white-haired dumpling is a complete scammer].

"There are still five minutes left, don't worry so much. Anyway, Hannah, you can't pull me, it would be better to tell me in secret, what were you two talking about just now...?"

Elena straightened elegantly, effortlessly counteracting Hannah's resistance, and the small tuft on her head moved proudly, and she asked with a mischievous expression ~ ~ even if she did not undergo the magical blessing [the second example Ni Mowen]. As a hybrid sorceress, Elena is much stronger than Hannah in absolute power and can maintain a 50% win rate with the big fish in Loch Lomond, but she is not an ordinary human witch, to pull her, not to mention Hannah's other hand holding her own set of potion lessons.

"Really, are you sure? Don't blame yourself for not having reminded me in advance."

The iron-willed young girl turned around and looked at Elena impassively, sighing silently, her voice calm.

"Of course, I'm not boasting. If I take it seriously, there are few people at Hogwarts more humane than me..."

Elena nodded triumphantly, and the little mass of hair on her head swayed from side to side, looking particularly arrogant.

Is this little ball of white hair becoming more and more arrogant?!

It seems that she really needs to try some of the methods suggested by Granger to convince Elena, however, Hannah has no intention of adopting the kind of waist-bending method recommended by Hermione. She has a better choice.

Hannah Aibo narrowed her eyes and looked at Elena, who remained unconscious in front of her. Suddenly, she felt a fury in her heart. Her eyes moved with the hair oscillating above the girl's head, and suddenly she reached out. She grabbed!

QAQ!

The little mass of hair on the top of the head was taken aback, and the expression on Elena's face changed instantly.

"It hurts a lot!"

(¿? Д?) /

"Let go, release it..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I'll go to the classroom..."

"Professor Snape, save me!"

"Ouch, ouch, the hair is going to fall out..."

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