Time, its image in Ask's heart is a river. The liquid in the river is like mercury, viscous, silvery, extremely dense, very smooth and calm when it flows.

Asker once thought about what it would look like if a stone would be thrown into the Milky Way, which could be verified by experiments. However, he could never imagine what a stone would be like if he threw in the River of Time, and he had no way to verify it, at least now.

The authorities were obsessed with the fact that for Shizi, he did not know what he would look like if he was thrown into the River of Time, but for those who threw stones and bystanders, all this would be clearly presented to them.

On Friday afternoon, the weather was clear and the autumn wind in September blew away the heat of August. The next batch of seeds was sown in Hogwarts, and it continued over and over again.

"Squeak~"

Snape opened the door expressionlessly, and the Potion Classroom located underground was only seven minutes away from his residence, four hundred and thirty-seven steps. He was as punctual as ever, stepping on the footprints left over the past ten years, his heart was calm, his face was expressionless, his brain was blank, he was almost always using brain defense, he used more effective means than alcohol to numb his thoughts.

However, everything was shattered the moment the door was opened.

The green eyes, like emeralds, are beautiful eyes that never fade from Snape's heart from beginning to end.

Snape's mouth bent into a curve that he had never expected. The noise in the classroom had not yet receded because of his sudden arrival, and few students reacted, so no one noticed the smile or gentle smile at the corner of his mouth.

No, maybe someone noticed it!

Snape found its owner following an unscrupulous gaze, frowned slightly, and turned his head again, as if he had not seen the hippie smile, staring at his boy with a smile that Snape felt uncomfortable when he looked at him.

disgust!

Snape's thoughts turned around, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy, because he felt that Dumbledore's actions might be wrong, and he also had some regrets, maybe he wouldn't come back, and he was even more angry, because that person was simply defiling his skin, or the person represented by that skin!

"snort!"

Snape snorted coldly and walked up to the podium quickly. The wind blew his robe like a bat passed by. It was because of this that he got the nickname "Old Bat".

He grabbed the list casually, and he had already remembered the names on them. After staying on the two names for a while, he began to name them.

“Ravend Brown.”

The first-year student in Gryffindor obviously didn't know Snape's horror. He was chatting with his classmates and just stretched out his hand to signal him to be here.

"Gryffindor deducted two points!" Snape said without raising his head, staring at the list, "Didn't you stupid seniors tell you what to do in my class? Or..." Snape raised his head and hummed with a sarcastic look: "Your poor brain capacity can no longer accommodate anything except eating, drinking, and sleeping?"

"There is also a toilet, professor!" A voice that sounds good and has courage, but is called death.

"Sha...Mr. Grindelwald." Snape stared at the boy who was teasing and indifferent, not polite because he was a Slytherin student. "I think there is no need for extra voice in my class!"

“…”

Asker shrugged and stopped talking. He made a zipper next to his lips, indicating that he had shut up.

Snape did not pursue the matter, nor did he deduct his points, but no student dared to show dissatisfaction, as if Snape's obvious partiality was taken for granted.

Snape continued to call the name, and the next students became much more honest and there was no trouble. No one cared about Asker's name midway, and this strange calm continued until Harry.

"Oh, yes, Harry Potter, this is our newcomer - a famous figure!"

Draco, Crab and Gole smiled with their hands covering their mouths, as if Snape had told a funny joke.

After Snape finished placing the name, he looked up at the whole class. His eyes were black and there was no trace of warmth. He was cold and empty, like two dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion," Snape said, speaking almost a little higher than his whisper, but everyone could hear every word he said clearly.

"Since there is no foolish waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I do not expect you to truly understand the beauty of the simmering pot with white smoke and wafting fragrance. You will not really understand the magical power that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts and wills confused... I can teach you how to increase reputation, make glory, and even stop death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of fools I often meet."

After Snape finished his short opening remark, the whole class was silent. Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances. Hermione almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, as if she was eager to prove that she was not a fool. As for Asker, he just yawned in boredom, and he was a little sleepy.

When he thought of it, he went to do it. Ask took out his special pillow for sleeping in class, put it on the table, pressed it a few times, and after confirming that the elasticity was good, he lay down with satisfaction.

Hermione, who was sitting next to Asker, and her friends were shocked, and also surprised by a group of freshmen from Slytherin. They knew that Asker liked to sleep in class and was extremely arrogant, but in Snape's class...

Hermione hammered his head hard and confirmed that he was not dreaming. However, from the cross-border, reaching into his book, and pounding his hands rhythmically, if Asker didn't have the problem of moving his hands while sleeping, it would be that he was just pretending to be asleep.

"Ba~"

Hermione pulled out the book and slapped heavily at the hand on the table. Because the force was concentrated on that hand, and the book was well-material and absorbed noises, the sound was not loud.

But, it hurts a lot.

Asker's hand stopped moving, as if he was dead, lying on the table like a pool of mud and motionless.

"Hmph~!"

Hermione hummed lightly, was she avenged Gryffindor?

Snape turned a blind eye to these things, Harry had steadily held back his hatred, and his black hair and glasses reminded him of a bad memory.

"Potter! What would I get if I added the daffodil root powder to mugwort soak?"

"I don't know, professor."

"If I asked you to find me a piece of oxen, where would you go?"

"I don't know, professor."

"Then tell me what is the difference between a boat-shaped aconite and a wolf-poisoned aconite?"

"I don't……"

After three consecutive questions, Harry's voice became less and less. In the end, he simply stopped talking. Anyway, he still said the same thing.

Snape laughed happily. He must be happy. This is a good opportunity for revenge. It is said that the father and son will pay it back. Sooner or later, it will be paid back. James' mischievous mistakes made by that year are not too much, right? Even Dumbledore has nothing to say! Haha, collect some interest now...

"What a grudge..."

Aske couldn't help sighing, he changed his position and delivered the other hand to Hermione's table, saying as if he was talking to himself:

"If you think that pair of eyes looks good, just dig it out and put it in a glass bottle and take it home and look at it slowly. As for people, you can chop it up and feed it to the dog, so you can guarantee that there is no evidence to die..."
Chapter completed!