Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 472 A Potions Genius?

After the auditorium doors were closed, everyone stood outside looking at each other, no one knowing what had happened inside.

Harry then realized that things had really gotten out of hand, but there was nothing they could do about it.

Beside him, Fred and George, always eager for a good show, were cheering Sirius at the top of their lungs, shouting excitedly without caring whether anyone inside could hear them.

"Shut up!" Hermione couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "You should all be quiet now!"

"We want to too..."

“But it’s impossible.” George said, his face flushed. “After all these years, finally a professor is willing to uphold justice for Gryffindor!”

“That biased Snape… Merlin, do you know how long we’ve waited for this day?” Fred clutched his chest, looking like he was about to cry.

The two exchanged a glance and then shouted encouragement to Sirius again.

Inspired by them, some Gryffindors also joined in, and Dean Thomas even used his talent to quickly draw an animated banner.

Sirius Black, tall and imposing, is holding a small, thin figure in a black cloak and slapping him repeatedly across the face.

"Fantastic!" George was overjoyed and immediately pulled a gold coin from his pocket and handed it to Dean. "I'm going to buy it for one Galleon."

Meanwhile, the Slytherins were not to be outdone. While Gryffindor cheered for Sirius, they cheered for Snape.

Soon, shouts filled the lobby.

In this situation, even if the prefect and the male and female student council presidents wanted to stop it, it would be difficult to quiet so many people down.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

About ten minutes later, the auditorium doors reopened, and Professor McGonagall came out.

Her lips remained tightly pursed, her expression stern. As soon as she came out, the previously noisy lobby quickly quieted down, and everyone fell silent without prior agreement.

Even Fred and George, who were usually so audacious, were now obediently huddled at the back of the crowd, as quiet as two daytime moon-obsessed beasts.

“Now you can go back for lunch,” Professor McGonagall said, and quickly left as if nothing had happened.

Once everyone realized what was happening, they immediately swarmed into the auditorium.

But by then, Sirius and Snape had both disappeared. The side door was ajar, clearly indicating that they had both left through there.

The long teacher's table, which had been shattered by the curse, has now reappeared in its original place, with a clean and tidy tablecloth and plates and cutlery neatly arranged, as if nothing had happened.

Under the arrangement of the class monitor and the presidents of the male and female student councils, the students returned to their seats.

In the blink of an eye, the fragrant roast chicken and other delicious food appeared on the plate.

However, most students had no appetite for the food in front of them. Even though they were very hungry, they were still discussing what had just happened.

Lunch is served every day, but the duel between the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and the Potions professor in the Great Hall is not something you can see every day.

Everyone was speculating about the meaning behind Sirius Black's earlier remarks, and with the instigation of certain individuals, Snape's nickname "Snotty" began to spread rapidly, quickly reaching the entire Great Hall.

Meanwhile, at another central point of this duel, the discussion around Harry was equally intense.

"How's Sirius? Will he get fired?" Harry asked with a worried look.

“I don’t know,” Hermione said, sounding somewhat agitated. “But fighting in front of students is a terrible thing. You saw it yourself, Professor McGonagall was furious, and Sirius will definitely be punished. As for expulsion… it’s not impossible.” Hearing this, Harry became even more worried.

“Maybe it’s not that bad,” Sirius said. “Defense Against the Dark Arts professors are hard to find, and it’s only the beginning of the semester. Once they fire Sirius, the course will be null and void.”

“Yes, you’re right, they can’t just fire Sirius,” Harry said, trying to reassure himself.

“Shillon is right,” Fred chimed in. “And we can look on the bright side.”

"Are there any good places left?" Hermione gave them a disgruntled look.

“Of course there is,” George said. “Think about it, if Sirius is expelled, what about Snape, who struck first? Won’t he be punished even more severely?”

“Wait a minute,” Hermione interrupted them. “I know Sirius is on our side, but to be honest, he was the one who attacked Snape first, and many people saw that.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Fred shook his head seriously. “Sirius just nudged Snape.”

"I accidentally got caught on a loose thread on his collar again."

“But someone else struck first.” Fred raised an eyebrow. “Remember? Snape punched Sirius first.”

“And something even more important…” George added, “He was the one who first took out his wand and cast the first spell on Sirius.”

After being reminded by them, the others then remembered.

It seems that Snape was indeed the first to use magic, right after Sirius mentioned Harry and his mother.

Before this, their behavior was at most a dispute, but the moment Snape took out his wand, the situation changed completely.

“Speaking of which…” Fred turned his head, “Harry, was your mother really a Potions genius?”

But as soon as he asked the question, Fred realized he had said the wrong thing, and at the same time, George next to him nudged him hard with his elbow.

"I...I don't know." Harry shook his head, somewhat bewildered.

He had almost no memory of his parents, just as he had never known before that his father, James Porter, was an excellent Seeker.

Until that day in the trophy room, they saw the old Quidditch trophy and the corresponding list of players.

His mother was even more so.

Harry could occasionally hear about his father, James, from Sirius, but Sirius rarely mentioned his mother… Lily Evans.

So, is his mother a potions genius?

Harry's eyes darted around, lost in thought, and he didn't even hear the people next to him calling him.

But Fred mistakenly thought he was too sad to speak.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I…I forgot,” Fred said sheepishly.

“Huh? Oh…no, it’s okay.” Harry shook his head, having regained his senses. He knew, of course, that Fred hadn’t meant it.

The atmosphere became somewhat subdued, and after that, no one said anything more and began to eat lunch.

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(End of this chapter)