Everyday Players at Hogwarts.

Chapter 594: Pimp Snape
Fir tree resin, pleasant smelling, transparent.

It is also one of the ingredients for the tranquilizing potion we are learning today.

However, the aroma of fir tree resin is not strong.

Against the backdrop of the spicy smell, it's the same as having nothing.

And just now, in front of her, Professor Snape was actually praising the aroma of the resin in front of Ryan's cauldron where he was cooking hot pot.

He even took a sip pretending to be intoxicated.

What's even more unexpected is.

Professor Snape was actually cutting potato chips for Ryan.

This made Hermione rub her eyes.

Isn't this an illusion?
Can Professor Snape see Ryan?

Then how come he could still smell the fragrance of fir tree resin.

Why did everyone else around look at the curtain, as if Professor Snape was giving a lecture there?

Even Harry and the others are the same.

So, after Snape finished processing the last piece of beef, he actually went to the PPT to give a lecture.

Hermione asked quickly, "How did you do this?"

In her eyes, Professor Snape is a person with a very strange personality.

Even if he knew Ryan's level of magic, he shouldn't be so flattering.

"Now, Professor Snape still can't see me?" Ryan said with a smirk and took a sip of Coke.

"Just shut up." Hermione frowned.

Ryan's familiar words reminded Hermione of the last Potions class.

Her sarcasm towards Ryan - Professor Snape obviously can't see you, so what's so arrogant about you eating hotpot in front of him?

The result was that Professor Snape could see Ryan.

He even cut vegetables for Ryan like a servant.

Using his superb skills in handling potion materials on a daily basis.

In this regard, she just wanted to say how could Ryan be so narrow-minded.

He would remember a casual remark and put it into action.

On the other hand, among the students that Snape thought 'no one could notice him', Hermione Granger could see him.

He was not strange.

Because he is not blind.

Lady Granger and His Majesty Smith clearly have a close relationship.

In ancient Greek mythology.

Except for the greatness of God.

The second is their excessive debauchery that goes beyond human morality.

As Chronos, the first cause in ancient Greek mythology, what's wrong with Ryan dating a girl who is so much younger than him?

Compared to Zeus, who is his grandmother, sister and daughter, His Majesty Smith's character is much nobler.

In this regard, Snape even wondered if there were any good girls in Slytherin who could recommend to His Majesty Smith.

Pansy is good.

She was engaged to Malfoy.

This is a plus in ancient Greek mythology.

Or there are the sisters Daphne Greengrass and Astoria Greengrass.

Among the Slytherin girls, most of whom are of large and strong build, these two can be considered pearls.

And it's good for them too.

The blood curse inherited from Greengrass that shortened their lives would probably be a piece of cake for His Majesty Ryan.

This almost made Ryan, who was eating hot pot, choke.

Who is it?
Is he that kind of person?

This Snape really deserves to be punished.

Well, just punish him with a stack of photos of Lily Evans as a child.

As for Pansy, he still declined.

He still thought Pansy looked like a poodle.

The Greengrass sisters' words were just showy.

The solution to the blood curse can be announced.

There is no need to let them join your own fish pond.

There are enough of them now.

Anything more would be painful rather than pleasant for Ryan. Nagini and Furong, two companions with maxed-out physical and magical 'attacks', had already taken up most of his energy.

And no matter how many more, Penelope probably won't turn a blind eye anymore.

People must know how to be content.

"It's a pity for Mystique. I can't do anything about it." Ryan couldn't help but sigh.

It would be great if the third witch he met was Tonks.

Owning her is like owning all the girls in the world.

Time flies and it is already mid-October.

Today is Friday.

In the Care of Magical Things class, Hagrid was introducing a magical creature that looked like a turtle, with jewels of different colors on its shell.

“.This is a fire crab, native to Fiji.

level creatures (to the extent that a competent wizard can handle them).

If a fire crab thinks it is under attack, it can spray flames from its tail.

In the past people often liked to make crucibles out of its shell.

Because under the flames, these jewel-like things on the shells will not be damaged, but will automatically absorb the flames to maintain the shells.

Moreover, as the shell of a magical creature, its conductivity to magic power far exceeds that of any crucible made of any material on the market: pewter crucible, brass crucible, copper crucible, silver crucible, and gold crucible.

Imagine a cauldron that becomes stronger with use, is studded with gems, and has excellent magical conductivity.

How attractive it is.

But there is one thing you should pay attention to, the fire crab is a protected magical animal.

Unless it dies.

Otherwise, its shell is not allowed to be used as the raw material of any props.

However, fire crabs can be sold as pets or exported, but owners must have a special permit.”

Logically speaking, the appearance of magical creatures like this with commercial value.

There should be a large number of students listening to the class attentively.

But on the contrary, almost all the students looked towards the direction of Hogwarts Castle from time to time.

Even Ron hadn't figured out how to get a fire crab and bring it to a natural end.

However, Hagrid's expression did not look surprised.

Not angry at all.

It all happened this morning.

A new message was added to the notice board.

There will be a dinner party at 6 o'clock tonight.

At that time, the fair referee that Dumbledore mentioned will also appear.

Furthermore, if one wins honor for his or her school, he or she can receive a bonus of one thousand Galleons.

This attracted the attention of almost all students.

Even this morning's Potions class.

Professor Snape was not angry about everyone's absent-mindedness.

Instead, he demonstrated his extraordinary skills in handling potion materials in class.

Everyone who saw it couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Even Ron, if he wasn't thinking about the individual competition and the prize money.

I think you will like this class too.

But the only thing that made Harry a little strange was.

Hermione didn't seem too pleased.

He had a sour face throughout the class.

After the Care of Magical Creatures class.

On the way back to the castle, Neville disappeared into the crowd of Ravenclaws as usual.

I ran to Hannah's side. Everyone started discussing the referee.

And the Warriors' selection requirements.

"I say the Warriors are definitely the best. Maybe the Duel Club will be held again."

"Yes, the referee must be Professor Flitwick, our head of house! He was a duelling champion in his youth!"

"Ah, then in that case, doesn't that make Harry the champion of Hogwarts?"

"If it's just based on the astronomical level, I'm confident I can win first place!"

(End of this chapter)