Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 108 Snape’s Change
It's nine o'clock, Potions classroom.

Snape had the same teaching habit as Flitwick. He picked up the register as soon as the class started. Like Flitwick, he even stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new...famous character."

Harry looked puzzled. As expected, this so-called mother's friend didn't like him very much. Just like how he felt at first, he even hated himself.

This made Harry look at Dudley and complete the communication with Dudley with his eyes, and Dudley also looked confused.

From Dudley's perspective, although this guy named Snape is very scary, and he doesn't pretend to cry at all, he is indeed more attentive to himself. How can he treat him in the eyes of his mother? The son of a friend with whom I have a better relationship is so sarcastic?

Snape didn't seem to notice the eye contact between Harry and Dudley, but the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. Obviously, Harry's hurt expression, combined with that, was the same as that of Lily Evans. Her green eyes hurt him deeply, as if Lily was questioning him.

Snape suddenly stopped calling names, as if he had read all the names.

He raised his eyes to look at the students below. The dark eyes that had been warm in Ryan's eyes just now became cold and hollow, making people think of two dark tunnels.

"This Snape is really interesting. You have to use Occlumency in the last lesson?"

"Oh, this should be to seal off my heart and the little sympathy I have for Harry Potter so that I can bully him more unscrupulously." Ryan "thought", but he couldn't help but want to laugh. He couldn't. Face your conscience honestly, this is a common problem of Slytherin.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion making."

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

"I don't expect you to truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and bursting with fragrance." Snape's voice was slightly higher than a whisper, but everyone could hear his every word. The voice spoke the opening remarks.

But Ryan couldn't help but cursed, this sentence is more suitable for other houses, but doesn't Hufflepuff just use the small pot that comes with it to slowly simmer various delicacies in the lounge all day long?
"You won't really understand the wonderful magic that flows into people's blood vessels, making people feel dizzy and confusing... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, and that is You are not the kind of fools and fools I often encounter." When he said fools and fools, his eyes couldn't stop glancing towards Hufflepuff.

Some of the little eagles held their heads high and looked arrogant. Among these little wizards, Michael Corner was particularly obvious.

Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows, exchanged glances, noticed this, and quietly and indifferently moved to the side, a little further away from Michael.

Hermione didn't pay attention to the weird atmosphere or the vague anger of the Hufflepuffs who had come back to their senses. She just almost moved to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, just wanting to prove that she was not Stupid fool.

"That dark-skinned Ravenclaw! I want you to find me a piece of bezoar. Where will you find it?" Snape frowned and said suddenly, because he did not finish the name like in the original world line. He could only use characteristics to call the overly arrogant Ravenclaw student.

"Me, professor? My name is Michael Corner." Michael asked doubtfully.

"No one cares what your name is. Please answer the question, Mr. Corner." Snape said coldly. The Hufflepuffs who had secretly laughed at Michael's behavior just now fell silent again. His words were simply It has the deterrent power to keep the classroom in order without any effort.

"I, I don't know." Michael stammered. Terry beside him stroked his forehead, looking like he had a headache, while Hermione raised her right hand, looking like she was expecting him to answer. "Okay, very good, it seems that not all Ravenclaws are smart, there are also some stupid fools like I often meet." A small number of freshmen at the Hufflepuff table began to laugh quietly, Dudley's performance was more obvious, but Snape seemed not to notice and was very tolerant of him.

Ryan even noticed that after Dudley expressed his stance, some Hufflepuffs who were a little far away from him slowly stopped deliberately staying away and slowly accepted him. Dudley also noticed something and showed a surprised smile. .

"Potter! You answer." Snape looked at Harry deeply, with a trace of imperceptible expectation.

"In the stomach of a cow." Harry replied, secretly congratulating himself. Fortunately, one of the questions Ryan asked yesterday included this one, and he had prepared it well.

"What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to mugwort infusion?" Snape couldn't help but his voice was trembling.

"Water of life and death? This isn't something that's involved in first grade, is it?" Harry said.

"What's the difference between Aconitum scaphoides and Aconitum wolfsbane?" Snape ignored it.

"No difference, what else, sir." Harry said heavily on the word sir.

"Okay, very good, 10 points for Ravenclaw!" Snape ignored Harry's trouble, and did not even emphasize that Harry called him professor. His sallow face was slightly red, and his dark eyes began to warm up. .

"Can I sit down?" Michael Corner interrupted recklessly.

"Sit down." Snape surprisingly did not deduct points.

"Michael, and you, do you think you are as good as Harry?"

"Granger, your hand is about to go through the ceiling, put it down!"

"Why don't you write all this down?" Snape suddenly turned cloudy again, and there was a sudden rustling of quills and parchment in the classroom.

The potions class continued, and it must be said that although Ravenclaw was targeted at first because of eagles like Michael, due to the existence of Hufflepuff, Snape was too busy to continue. Targeted at them.

Snape divided all the students into teams of two and instructed them to mix and prepare a simple potion to treat scabies. He wrote down the ingredients and preparation methods needed to prepare the potion on the blackboard.

Snape dragged his long black cloak around the classroom, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs. Almost all the students were criticized, except Harry and Ryan. Hermione could survived.

Ryan was not targeted because he had a low sense of existence, which allowed Hermione to survive. However, Harry was not targeted, which surprised everyone.

After Harry answered the question, Snape seemed to regard him as his favorite disciple. This reminded everyone of the previous conversation between Dudley and Harry in the corridor, which was probably true.

(End of this chapter)