Seeing Julian walk over, a Slytherin student whispered in a mocking tone.
“Look, the Chimera combo is here again.”
“What is the Chimera combo?” Someone chimed in to play along.
“A synthetic beast made of a goat, a lion, and a snake.
Don’t you think it’s very fitting to describe certain people?”
The student who spoke cautiously glanced at Julian, and seeing that he hadn’t noticed this side, put on a fearless look and said to the people around him.
The few people who heard his words burst into laughter together.
“The Chimera combo” was the nickname they gave to Julian and Hermione in private, specifically referring to the two of them.
Although they deliberately lowered their voices, Julian actually still noticed them.
Eleven-year-old young Wizards still didn’t know how to hide themselves.
Although Julian didn’t hear the sound, judging solely from the changes in their expressions and the looks they gave him, he could tell they definitely weren’t saying anything good.
So, he tossed a note over.
However, this note wasn’t for the two people who were talking, but for Theodore Nott.
Ever since he lost his hair, Theodore had been wearing his pointed hat.
This made him look exceptionally conspicuous.
He had originally been watching the show with a beaming smile, but upon seeing Julian toss a note at him, his smile instantly vanished, and with trembling hands, he opened the note.
It simply had two sentences written on it.
“Mr.
Nott, I want to ask, has your hair grown back?”
“Besides, if those two little mice beside you discuss me again, I’ll have to find you to spar spells.”
First asking about his hair, and then talking about sparring spells.
Putting these two things together was clearly threatening him.
Nott wore a look of grief and indignation.
What does this have to do with me?
I was just standing there honestly watching the show, what did I do now?
I didn’t even say those words!
Thinking this way, under Julian’s calm gaze, Theodore still yielded.
He reached out and patted the two guys, warning through gritted teeth: “Shut up, all of you!”
The two young Wizards looked at Theodore blankly, thinking, what kind of fit is this guy throwing?
“We weren’t even talking about you!”
“What are you getting so anxious for?”
The two of them were just about to retort when they found that the classroom suddenly quieted down, and even the temperature dropped quite a bit.
This made them subconsciously look towards the door.
As a result, they happened to see a greasy-haired bat walking aggressively into the classroom.
Those two young Wizards instantly lost their voice and obediently shut their mouths.
Snape’s face was taut, and instead of speaking in a hurry, he used silence to oppress the students’ nerves.
After the atmosphere was completely occupied by this silence, he took out the name list and began roll call.
When he called Harry’s name, he stopped as expected, reading Harry’s name in a bizarre tone.
“Ha-rry!
Potter!” Rarring the r and popping the p.
“Oh, this is our newcomer…
the famous person.”
Snape rolled his eyelids, glanced at Harry, and quickly finished calling the roll.
“Potions is a very precise and rigorous course.” Snape’s voice was very low, but everyone heard it clearly.
Because the classroom was simply too quiet.
“This class does not require you to foolishly wave your wands, nor do I expect you to truly appreciate the wonderful place where the cauldron simmers over a slow fire, emitting white smoke and wafting wisps of fragrance.”
“I can teach you…
how to elevate fame, brew glory, and even…
prevent death.”
When saying the end, Snape dragged out his voice almost twice as long.
But Slytherin students didn’t care at all.
They each held their heads high, as if this way they could be noticed by him.
Snape curled the corner of his mouth, looking at Gryffindor students with a disdainful gaze.
“Provided that you are not the kind of trolls I frequently encounter.”
Before the students could have any reaction, Snape suddenly stared at Harry and asked quickly:
“Potter!
What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Tsk tsk, it seems fame doesn’t mean everything.” Snape curled his lip disdainfully.
“Alright.
Let us give you another chance, Potter.
Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Then tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?”
By the time he said this, Snape had already walked up in front of Harry, staring intently into his emerald-green eyes.
Although it seemed he was looking at Harry, he was actually yearning for someone else.
At this moment, his face was still taut, but in his cold eyes, there were some subtle tremblings.
Julian watched with great relish from the side.
This scene was a classic repertoire, entitled: The Yakuza Tattooed Spicy Teacher Before Turning Over a New Leaf, Versus, the Lawless Active Scarred Problem Child.
“I don’t know, sir,” Harry said softly, “Hermione obviously knows the answer, why don’t you ask her?”
Snape slowly shifted his gaze, turned around and glared at Hermione, who had been raising her hand for a long time and was so anxious she was almost standing up.
“Put it down!”
“Mr.
Julian Prewett.
Oh…
how could I have forgotten you?
The big figure of our Slytherin.”
After casting a lingering look at Harry’s eyes, Snape looked at Julian.
“Please come and teach our famous Boy Who Lived.”
“There’s something for me too?”
Julian, who was enjoying on the side, was suddenly called by name, couldn’t help straightening his posture, and slowly spoke.
“Powdered root of asphodel and wormwood added together can brew a powerful sleeping Potion.
That is the Draught of Living Death.
A bezoar is taken from the stomach of a goat and is a stone that can detoxify.”
“As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, collectively referred to as aconite.”
“It seems that those with fame are not all people whose reputation exceeds reality.” After Snape subtly poked Harry again, a mocking smile appeared on his face.
“Answered well.
However, if someone had previewed the textbook in advance, they would know how simple a question this is.
Only a dunderhead couldn’t answer it.”
Snape was obviously not satisfied with just talking, seized another opportunity to jab Harry, and then turned his head to stare at Hermione and Julian.
“But Prewett, can you explain why you are sitting together with a Gryffindor student?”
Several students nearby who had long found Julian and Hermione disagreeable looked over here gloatingly.
Finally a Professor noticed this problem!
Julian looked up and locked eyes with Professor Snape, “Professor Snape, Hermione is my friend, does studying and attending classes together violate school rules?”
“Don’t you have good friends in Gryffindor?”
His successive questioning made the corners of Snape’s mouth twitch.
Good friends in Gryffindor?
Although he suffered endless torment from Gryffindor students when he was at school, his best friend was also a Gryffindor student.
It’s just that…
he had lost her himself.
He fell motionless into silence, until the students began to guess whether Snape had been hit with the Petrificus Totalus, before he opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.
“Class!”
Snape put them into pairs and distributed materials to them.
He even deliberately assigned Julian and Hermione into a group.
To ensure sufficient materials, Snape prepared three sets of materials for each group, but when it came to Julian, he only gave him two sets.
“I heard that a spell genius came to Slytherin.
On the very first day of school, he sparred spells with a classmate.
Well then, Mr.
Prewett.
Maybe you are also a Potion Genius.
Why don’t you let me witness it?”
“Just missing one set of materials, and it makes things difficult for you?” Snape said.
Some students had already started booing, “This must be a piece of cake for the famous Mr.
Prewett, right?”
“Missing a set of materials means missing a chance.
This Slytherin is probably going to make a fool of himself.” Ron gloated a little.
Hermione frowned, somewhat worried: “Are two sets of materials enough?
What if it fails…”
“It’s fine, two sets of materials are enough.” Julian took the materials and said with a smile, “With the two of us cooperating, how could we not succeed?”
Snape was right, he really did have the [Potion Genius] entry.
“That’s true.” Hermione also gained confidence.
Ever since before, cooperation between the two of them had never failed.
Not even once.
The students began to make Potion, while Snape dragged his black cloak, walking back and forth in the classroom.
Whenever he saw some students’ erroneous operations, he never stinted on his criticism.
“Oh, Merlin, I truly hope you can squeeze your barren brains well.
Even if you squeeze out just a tiny bit of wisdom, you wouldn’t make Potions like this!”
“What is this thing of yours?
Syrup?
Do it over!”
“The color is not pure enough, pour it out and do it over!”
Like a large bat, Snape patrolled every corner of the classroom, and wherever he passed, wails invariably arose.
However, he had high praise for Malfoy’s method of stewing Slugs.
Just before everyone could go and look, a thick green smoke suddenly burst out from Neville’s cauldron, followed by a sizzling sound.
Almost in an instant, his cauldron was burned and warped out of shape, and the Potion inside burst violently, splashing toward Julian’s side.