Hogwarts: I Really Don't Want to Be a Wizard

Of course, Potions is a subject that requires talent after all. Even if there are complete steps, even Ravenclaw, the son of wisdom, and Hufflepuff with full herbal affinity, cannot guarantee that they can complete the magic perfectly. First dispensing of medicine.

Despite Snape's aggressive eyes and sometimes venomous remarks, half of the class still failed to prepare a complete potion.

However, according to Gretel, most of the reasons for the failure should be traced to Snape. His sometimes sinister words have at least brought tons of psychological shadow to the young wizards today.

Fortunately, even though half of them failed, no accident happened like the little lion. At least, no one was sent to the infirmary.

"It seems that Mr. Gretel is very satisfied with his results?"

As soon as the old bat picked up his potion and shook it against the light, opened the cork and smelled the scent, and then lowered the corners of his mouth, Gretel knew that Snape was going to make trouble.

"The grinding of the fangs is not fine enough, and the porcupine quills are added five seconds late. The therapeutic effect of this bottle of scabies treatment potion is reduced by at least 20%. If your processing is more delicate, the operation speed will be faster. , then even I have to praise you, but obviously, you are just barely qualified."

Gretel rolled his eyes and cursed in his heart, "Can you please go and criticize cute little Potter and stop paying attention to me? I'm not a savior, nor am I the child of your old lover. You really don't need to spend so much money on me. So thoughtful.”

"Professor, I'm sorry, I was the one doing the grinding of the fangs, it has nothing to do with Mike." Terry beside him didn't know what he was thinking, and he suddenly became upset.

Terry spoke so fast that Gretel didn't even have time to stop him.

Sure enough, in Gretel's finished look, Snape sneered, "So, Mr. Terry Butt, do you think my evaluation is wrong?"

In order to prevent Terry from continuing to show off his courage and causing more serious consequences, Gretel decisively admitted his mistake, "No, professor, you are right, I will pay attention to it next time."

But it was obvious that Snape, who had finally found the opportunity, would not give up the opportunity to spray venom. "Well, Mr. Gretel, since you think what I said is right, out of friendship with classmates, I think you won't mind taking the place of Terry." Mr. Butt, come to my office every Monday night for some confinement."

Without waiting for Gretel to answer, Snape swung his big cloak that almost touched the ground and walked to the podium, leaving only one sentence, "Teribut contradicted the professor, five points from Ravenclaw."

"Grete, I'm sorry, I caused you to be imprisoned, and the score..." Terry apologized to Grete with a red face.

Grete comforted her while clearing the desk: "It's okay. Besides, having a professor on the side who can ask for advice at any time is a rare good thing for us Ravenclaws, isn't it?"

Gretel said, winking at Terry and comforting his anxious roommate, "You just have to earn points slowly."

Looking at Snape's back, Grete calculated in his mind that Snape's attitude was definitely related to Dumbledore. If it hadn't been for Old Deng's explanation, who would have made things so difficult for a young wizard whom they met for the first time.

After all, he is not Harry Potter, the son of an old lover and rival, who is called the savior.

As Snape announced that get out of class was over, all the little wizards packed up their textbooks and cauldrons as if they were running away, and hurriedly left the potions classroom, fearing that if they took one step at night, they would be left behind by the old viper to ravage them to death.

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Dining room.

Grete kept poking at the steak in front of him, while the little eagles and badgers on the side were talking to each other about their first lesson at Hogwarts.

Rather than communicating, it was more like making complaints about the old viper.

"I heard Ryan say before school started that you should never offend Slytherin's old bat." Swallowing obviously could not stop a certain little badger from spreading gossip. "Who is Ryan? Ryan is my brother. He is here." The third eldest child in our family, who graduated last year, is a Hufflepuff like me, and was taught Potions by Professor Snape."

"Yes, yes, I also heard from my neighbor's sister who has graduated. According to her, Professor Snape was fine when he first entered the school ten years ago, but within a month or two he became like this. They speculated that he must have been bitten by a bat monster, just like being bitten by a werewolf will turn into a wolf, and being bitten by a bat monster will turn into a bat. "

Listening to these outrageous gossips from the little wizards, Grete couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, he had to go to school to make up supernatural stories. Just like in his previous life, he heard many stories about schools that used to be mass graves.

I just feel depressed after the death of my old lover. If I ask you to arrange it for a few more years, I'm afraid it will be said that Snape is a bat monster.

However, when I went to the eighth floor today, I only saw a sign saying that the principal was not there, which was really strange.

Ravenclaw only had one lesson on History of Magic on Monday afternoon, and it was with the Slytherin snakes.

As rumored, Professor Binns's class was indeed very hypnotic. Even the eaglets who loved learning the most could not persist, and many of them ended up falling into Merlin's dreamland.

Only the quill that strokes the notebook from time to time can show the owner's struggle.

There were only a few people in the entire classroom who were as energetic as Gretel, and there were still a few who were obviously taking notes from other classes, secretly taking the exam papers behind their classmates' backs.

Professor Binns didn't care, he just introduced the history of the wizarding world step by step.

Unlike others, Grete really finds the history of magic interesting. Just like in his previous life, he always liked to read all kinds of history books. Whether it was official history, unofficial history, or even rural and family history, he could read it with gusto.

He likes to draw experiences from recorded history, or simply imagine and feel the things of that era.

The only classes in Ravenclaw on Monday are Potions in the morning and History of Magic in the afternoon.

After finishing the class, the little wizard suddenly relaxed, and many people made appointments to explore the secret passages in the castle.

This is something that students in every college like. It is said that Hogwarts has countless secret passages, and each secret passage has its own unique name.

Even in seventh grade, there are still many seniors and seniors who enjoy exploring this kind of adventure game, and no one in the four major colleges is an exception.

But Gretel didn't have this opportunity, because after dinner he had to go to Snape's office to receive the punishment of confinement.

In response to this situation, Terry apologized to Grete countless times. Finally, after Grete seriously stated that it really didn't matter, Terry put aside his grudge and accompanied other students to play a castle exploration game.

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"Professor, I'm here for detention."

Before Grete's voice could even finish, the door of the office had already opened.

I wonder if Slytherins like darkness. Like Slytherin's common room, Snape's office is also located underground.

Because it is located underground, several bronze lamp stands are mounted on the wall of the office for daylighting. Due to its age, the surface of the lamp stands is covered with a thick layer of patina.

There is a circle of potion cabinets placed along the wall. There are glass tubes soaked in various potions in the cabinets. In the swaying of the light, the animal organs in some jars seem to be extending and contracting their limbs, which looks extremely weird.

In other words, this place is more like the altar of the evil wizard described in some fantasy novels than an office.

Snape was sitting at a small desk writing and drawing. He raised his head and glanced at Gretel, "Go to the cabinet on the left to get the ingredients for the potion. When will you prepare a scabies recipe that satisfies me?" Healing potion, you can go back to rest anytime."

Grete didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He had been feeling emotional for a long time because he wanted to give him some trouble. He thought it was something, which made him worry in vain all afternoon.

small theater

Gretel: Professor, do you know that Tsundere has retired from the environment?

Snape: Turn on the stove? What are you trying to do? You are in confinement, and you are just helping me deal with the materials that are about to expire.

Dumbledore: Severus? Really fragrant?

Snape took out his wand: Avada~

Dumbledore: Expelliarmus!