HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 35 Potions Class

Snape left the Slytherin common room and strode away, slamming the classroom door open with a loud bang.

With a series of snaps as Snape waved his wand, all the doors and windows of the classroom slammed shut, and the light in the classroom immediately dimmed.

When Snape closed the door, the classroom immediately fell silent... His voice was almost a whisper, but they could hear every word clearly as he called out names one by one from the list.

Severus Snape paused after calling Harry's name. "Oh, yes," he said in a somber voice, "Harry Potter. This is our newest—a very famous person."

"So——"

"Potter!" Snape exclaimed suddenly, "What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry glanced at Ron, who was just as stunned as he was. Hermione's arm was raised high in the air.

"I don't know, sir," Harry said.

Snape curled his lip in disdain. Potter's child was no match for his. Rand had already memorized a lot of knowledge points in advance during the first lesson.

"Tsk, tsk—it seems fame doesn't mean everything."

"One more question, Potter. If I asked you to find me a dung heap, where would you look for it?"

"I don't know, sir."

What are the differences between *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum davidii*?

Hermione stood up, her hand reaching straight up to the ceiling of the underground classroom.

"I don't know," Harry said quietly, "but I think Hermione knows the answer. Why don't you ask her?"

Several students burst into laughter, Draco's laughter being particularly arrogant. Harry met Seamus's gaze, and Seamus winked at him. Snape, however, was very displeased.

"Sit down!" he yelled at Hermione. "Let me tell you, Potter... Narcissus root powder and artemisia can be mixed together to make a very potent sleeping pill, a potion of life and death. Dungstone is a type of stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it can be used as an antidote. Aconite and wolfsbane are the same plant, also collectively called aconite. Do you understand? Why didn't you write all of this down?"

A soft rustling sound filled the classroom as someone fumbled for quill pens and parchment.

He lacked even a shred of self-awareness, like a little Rand. Yes, little one, that word had echoed in Snape's mind countless times ever since he heard it from Tana Rozier.

"It seems fame doesn't tell the whole story; Gryffindor loses a point because of you."

The only thing Harry Potter could see was his eyes.

Harry Potter's face turned completely red, his hands clenched tightly as he sat down amidst the mocking or pitying gazes of the crowd.

"Now, what you need to learn is how to make a potion to treat scabies..." As Snape began his lesson, Harry Potter felt relieved that everyone's eyes were finally no longer on him.

He now truly believes what Ron said about Slytherins being unfriendly.

However, when the topic turned to Slytherin, Harry Potter subtly glanced around the classroom, focusing on Malfoy's location, and was surprised to find that today, instead of Landric, someone else was standing next to Malfoy.

Harry Potter didn't remember much about him; he seemed to be one of the few people who could strike up a conversation with Landric.

Harry Potter only realized after watching the whole thing that Landric wasn't there. If it were him, he probably wouldn't have laughed at him.

Fortunately, he didn't come, otherwise we would have lost face big time today, although we already have.

Theodore had a keen sense of things; he noticed it the first time Harry Potter's gaze swept over him.

He raised his head and gave Harry Potter a cold look. It was enough for anyone to understand who Harry Potter was looking for without even thinking.

After all, that man's ability to attract women was not to be underestimated. Theodore carefully put away his notebook, trying to make his handwriting as neat as possible.

While Harry Potter was still in a daze, it was all over. Neville's cauldron, perhaps annoyed by Neville's incorrect operation, exploded.

Navee's cauldron suddenly exploded, spilling the potion onto the floor. Many people were splashed and quickly jumped away.

Then came the serpent king's venom. Snape waved his wand to clean it off, and said coldly, "I suppose you put the porcupine quills in without removing the cauldron from the fire, didn't you?"

Neville was too frightened to speak. The crucible exploded, and he was the first to be hit, resulting in serious injuries.

"You! Get out of the classroom now and go to the infirmary!" Snape said with annoyance.

The barrage then turned to Harry Potter: "Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quills? Did you think he made a mistake and that made you look good? Gryffindor loses another point."

This angered not only Harry Potter, but also Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Gryffindor. However, faced with Snape's tyranny, they dared not speak out.

The Slytherins stood out particularly amidst the Gryffindors' rage.

The Serpent King's venom was sprayed indiscriminately on every Gryffindor except Slytherin.

This situation continued until the end of get out of class, and the Gryffindor students felt like they were about to lose their minds.

Harry Potter: "I believe it. Slytherins really aren't good people. Uh... wait, Landric... except maybe."

Ron looked at Harry with a complicated expression, as did those Gryffindors who left late and thus heard the conversation: They knew Landric Rozier was handsome, but how did he manage to be so infatuated with you?

"I think you're right," Hermione immediately agreed with Harry. "He's incredibly nice! And so knowledgeable!"

Ron: What a femme fatale! He's got the skills to turn Hermione, that nerd, into a fangirl!

They were talking about Landric and didn't notice that there were still some Slytherins who hadn't left.

Theodore remained silent, simply clutching his notebook tightly, while subtly expressing his agreement with Gryffindor's judgment.

Blaise remained silent, only filled with curiosity.

Draco remained silent; he was proud! And he hated Gryffindor!

Today was truly fascinating. Draco felt that his brother should have a full understanding of the situation at Hogwarts, so he decided to go back and repeat it to his brother word for word.

Thump thump thump thump, Draco's legs moved quickly, and Theodore followed closely behind, clutching his notebook.

The two hurried back to the Slytherin common room. As soon as Draco saw Landric, he talked nonstop, giving Landric a perfect account of everything without missing a single word.

After Draco finished speaking, spitting out his thirst, Landric handed him a glass of water and turned his attention back to Theodore.

"Theodore?"

Theodore's expression was indifferent. "Hmm, you didn't come to class. Here, take your notes!"

Landric smiled at Theodore's slightly reddened ears, his tone tender, "Thank you, Theodore~"

Oh no, even though Draco knows his brother wouldn't need the notebook anyway, this comparison makes it seem like he cares less about his brother than Theodore does.

Draco: You scheming man!