"If you really remember to bring your poor brain to the Potion Class classroom, then the boiling of this underwater visual potion should be as easy as turning on your palms, firing, and boiling."

On the podium, Snape said coldly.

The students all took action, but Sean was standing foolishly in his position.

There is no way, there is a main material missing...

Snape glanced at him gloomyly, then approached Harry.

"It's a sin..." Sean sighed secretly.

After last night's incident, Daisy and Hermione ignored him directly. The upset Sean didn't even notice that a little thief was ruining his potion main material.

The fresh eyes of the pair of rhinoceros horn flounder were eaten by the slightest winged bird...

"Wow..." A low chirping came from Sean's clothes.

Hermione glared at him warningly, but she also turned slightly to block Snape's view to her right.

"Don't mess up the little guy at this time..." Sean secretly reached in and pinched the little winged bird's butt egg hard.

The stingy bird shook in Sean's clothes and soon lay softly in the bag and stopped moving.

After experimenting, the butt of the slightest bird seemed to be its weakness, and it could make it fall apart for a while by pinching it. There is no way. This guy was just born. Although he was close to Sean, he couldn't understand Sean's meaning. In addition, he was still a fool, and Sean could only use this method to calm it down for a while.

The potion class continued, and while Snape mocked Harry's stirring technique, Sean quietly came to Hermione's side.

"Hermione..." Sean shouted in a low voice.

Hermione's expression did not change at all, but she moved a little to the right.

"Professor Snape asked me to vote..." Sean was originally planning to explain this.

However, he swallowed it again as soon as the words came to his mouth.

No, why should I explain?

An idea came up.

I did nothing wrong...

No! You can't think so! Sean, show your ability to coax the neighbor girl before!

But after thinking about it, Sean still didn't think about what to say.

I was obviously very comfortable when communicating with other girls... Why can't my mind turn around now?

Sean suddenly missed the days before entering Hogwarts. At that time, he could travel among girls of all ages, but now he is left with his hands.

"Wolapp--"After a cold voice, a book was smashed on Sean's head.

Coming back to his senses, Snape was looking down at himself.

“‘Watch’ – is the meaning of this word difficult for you to understand?”

Sean and Harry, who was also touching his head, looked at each other. The other party stuck out his tongue at Snape's back, raised his eyebrows at Sean, indicating that the old bat looked in a bad mood today.

Maybe Daisy grabbed my hand yesterday...

Sean sighed inwardly and was honestly scolded.

When Snape turned and left, Sean looked at Hermione who was carefully simmering the potion, and finally decided not to speak.

Just pretend that nothing happened. The more you explain this kind of thing, the more you explain it, and the more difficult it is to untie the knot.

Let it be...

Sean ignored Hermione's disgusting gaze and leaned over with shamelessness, then watched the other party's process of boiling potions.

Hermione still didn't look at him directly, and even deliberately stepped on him when Sean approached.

Sean was unmoved at all, and still stood aside with shamelessness.

No matter how disliked, Hermione was always particularly popular - not because of her personal emotions, what she thought was important.

Not only did she not deliberately block Sean, she also moved the material shelf slightly so that Sean could see more clearly the steps she had when cooking potions and the situation in the crucible.

Of course, she didn't say a word to Sean until the end of get out of class.

After class, Sean was about to stick to Hermione and play tricks to coax girls, but Snape stopped him.

"Demonstrate the potion, come with me." Snape did not hide his annoyance to Sean at all.

The payment has arrived...

Following Snape to the basement floor, just as he walked into Snape's office, Sean almost thought he had come to the wrong place.

The large glass jars that were soaked in strange limbs and terrifying animals seemed to have been removed, replaced by many various potions that could be preserved for a long time.

The potions in the glass bottles looked amazing. Some were boiling themselves, some were constantly jumping, and some were emitting colorful light. Coupled with the brand-new bookshelves, the velvet backrest chairs and the bright bonfire that looked comfortable. Snape's office didn't look gloomy or terrifying at all.

Sean, who just walked in, felt a magic potion technology with a profound knowledge, and the warmth that only a personal space can have.

When did I change it? I haven't been in a long time since I was locked up in confinement. I don't know this... Sean looked at the whole room in amazement.

Of course, Snape was still the same Snape, and he didn't change it.

He walked to the potion rack and took two bottles of potion, handed them to Sean, and said expressionlessly: "Underwater visual potion, go back to study its medicinal properties. If you can't satisfy me on weekend confinement, then prepare to lose your rest day forever."

"Well, of course, professor." Sean agreed, then looked at the potion in his eyes.

One of the bottles was dark blue, and there seemed to be light flashing constantly inside, and the bottle was cold. Hermione also made a similar potion in the class just now, but the color of Hermione's bottle was much lighter, and the flashing dots in it were difficult to see.

The other bottle is dark green, with bubbles floating up from the bottom of the bottle at a very slow speed.

"Is this?" Sean wondered.

Snape shook his sleeve impatiently: "It seems that you haven't even read the catalog of the potion book. This is an underwater breathing potion, and an excellent combination of underwater visual potion."

"Did you give it to me?" Sean asked in surprise.

Underwater respiratory medicine is much more precious than underwater visual medicine. The cheapest one in Diagon Alley also requires fifteen golden gallons. This is still the lowest price. It is common for the potion produced by Snape, a potion master, to double its value.

Snape left Sean a spoon behind his head: "It's almost expired, please help me deal with it."

"Oh, easy to say, easy to say, I'm very happy to help." Sean quickly put away the two bottles of potions.

Seeing that Snape stopped talking, Sean walked to the door: "Then I'll leave first, professor?"

Just as Sean was about to bring the door, Snape inside suddenly spoke with warning and seriousness in his voice. Even Sean heard some of the elders' advice to the younger generation.

"Wolapp, the key point of making potions, focus, focus on—" Finally, Snape was almost word by word, "Do you understand?"

Sean: “…Yes, I get the professor.”

"If you understand, then execute it seriously, otherwise a good pot of potion may turn into poison-"

The meaning of admonition is gone, it is full of threats.

Sean laughed awkwardly: "Okay, professor."

Then he quickly left the underground office.

When the footsteps were gone, Snape turned around and sat slowly on the velvet backrest chair, but he seemed to be still as he had been used to it, his back straightened and did not lean against the soft backrest.

"Hmph." After a while, Snape slapped the desktop with displeasure.

...

Snape was like an old hen protecting his cub... While eating, Sean was still thinking about what Snape told him just now.

He is not stupid, of course he can hear what the other person means.

The problem is that he himself doesn't know himself...

Thinking of it, he turned his head and looked at the other side of the long table. Daisy and Hermione were having a happy conversation while having a meal, but he should have been there in the past.

These two girls didn't wait for their meal today.

"Hey, woman's heart..." Sean sighed, and then secretly stuffed a fish steak into his clothes while no one was paying attention. The sound of a stinging bird soon came from inside.

Although this little guy was born, his stomach was very good. Apart from eating and filling himself, his stomach never hurts.

After lunch and after resting, Sean walked out of the castle. There was a magical animal protection class in the afternoon. Professor Scarmand should have been preparing there early, and he happened to take the stingy bird to meet him and ask for advice.

Although he didn't see him dine at the long table in the classroom during lunch, Sean didn't care. For Newt, this was the norm.

Until he walked to the forbidden forest and saw Hagrid, Sean did not see Newt.

"Hey, Hagrid, how are you doing lately?" He greeted him from a distance.

Hagrid looked up and showed a fluffy smile: "Of course it's good. Come here, guy, look at the little guy you are going to learn today."

An eagle-headed, horse-body winged beast was standing next to Hagrid eating bloody chicken bones.

"Oh, the eagle-headed and horse-body winged beast? Cool." Sean walked over.

"Haha, you know what a wonderful little guy-" Hagrid laughed happily, "By the way, this guy's name is Buckbeck. I think you must know how to deal with the Eagle-Headed Horse-Body Winged Beast. Should you try it in advance?"

"Of course." Sean nodded readily.

He walked to Buckbeck, met its dark and lively eyes with a smile, and then bent down sincerely and bowed.

"Yes, that's it, it's done well," Hagrid encouraged, "Of course, if it approves you, it will bow and give it back. If it doesn't give it back, remember to step back slowly...oh, okay..."
To be continued...