Hogwarts: Nagini captured at the start

Chapter 23 Subtle Revenge

Snape, with a gloomy face, asked seven or eight more questions, which Robin answered fluently, occasionally digressing into related knowledge, much to the old bat's annoyance.

Snape stepped down from the podium, walking quickly, his robes fluttering wildly. He reached the third row and said to Harry, "Potter, take it out! Don't hide it! I saw it; it's in your sleeve!"

Harry felt a deep sense of powerlessness. He wanted to ask why he was always the one being targeted, but he didn't know who could answer his question.

"Potter!" Snape roared, unleashing his menacing aura.

puff!

Malfoy, who was secretly chuckling, covered his mouth after being glanced at by Snape, and dared not make another sound.

"Potter!"

"Yes, Professor!"

Harry placed the two crumpled pieces of paper into Snape's palm. The old bat unfolded them, and after confirming the contents, he said speechlessly, "Robin Lestrange, for passing notes to classmates and disrupting class order, Gryffindor has deducted 2 house points."

"And you, the famous Harry Potter, I bet you didn't preview a single chapter before school started, did you? Because you cheated on a quiz in class, Gryffindor will deduct 5 house points for that."

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The Slytherin students couldn't stop smiling; some even stuck their tongues out at Harry and made faces, their expressions full of mockery.

The Gryffindor students had much more complicated expressions. Some were puzzled, some glared angrily at Robin and Harry for causing Gryffindor to lose points, and some had their heads almost buried under their desks, afraid of being watched by the old bat and causing Gryffindor to lose even more points.

"Professor, you...you can't."

Harry wanted to argue, but the words wouldn't come out.

"Potter, do you have a problem with that?"

"I...I didn't!"

Harry answered listlessly.

"And you, Lestrange?"

Robin doesn't care how much Gryffindor points he gets or loses. With Dumbledore, who's super biased towards the main characters, the House Cup can only belong to Gryffindor!

"I have no objection!"

Luo Bin answered decisively.

"Alright, you two sit down!"

Snape's bat-like eyes flashed with a hint of "you know what's good for you" before he returned to the podium, tossing the hem of his wizard's robe. He opened his textbook and began explaining the key points of concocting the potion for "healing boils."

After the lecture, the new students were divided into pairs and used the materials available in the classroom to prepare a "boil cure" medicine.

Robin teamed up Ron with Harry, while he teamed up with Neville. As for Seamus Finnigan, he teamed up with Dean Thomas!

His reason for forming the team this way was to transfer the plot of "the clumsy Neville knocking over the cauldron and getting covered in red boils" to the villain trio.

After all, he still remembered the grudge of being "unwanted" and being "mocked"!

"Robin, thank you. They all think I'm clumsy and don't want to team up with me!"

Neville weighed the venomous fang on the brass scales, expressing his sincere gratitude.

Luo Bin: (ー_ー)

Young man, your intelligence and practical skills are a far cry from being able to chat while working. You've put the wrong weight on the scales.

At this rate, you might end up poisoning yourself instead of getting rid of the boils!

When Robin used tweezers to remove the weights from the balance pan, Neville looked puzzled but didn't have the courage to ask why. Only when a smaller weight was placed on the scale did he realize, "Oh my god, how could I have made such a stupid mistake as putting the wrong weights on?"

Calm down, young man. Magic school takes seven years. You'll have plenty of opportunities to make mistakes in the future!

Although that's what he thought, Robin, not wanting to hurt Neville's fragile spirit, comforted him, saying, "Next time before mixing potions, list out the steps first, one by one. There's no way you'll make a mistake again! Here, you've got the 'Venomous Fang' title. You're in charge of grinding them into powder, and I'll continue weighing the dried nettles, porcupine quills, slugs, and other ingredients!"

"OK!"

Neville received his assignment and began grinding his venomous tongue powder.

Three minutes later, all the ingredients were ready. Robin took charge of the "big ladle" and Neville became the "little helper," and the two began to mix the potion.

Step 1: Light the alcohol lamp and place the crucible on the alcohol lamp.

Step 2: Add water, venomous tooth powder, dried nettles, and other ingredients in sequence.

Step 3: Light the alcohol lamp and put the pot on the stove to steam the slugs with antennae.

Step 4: When the crucible boils and bubbles vigorously, put the steamed slugs into it and stir clockwise with a glass rod.

Step 5: Stir until the slugs dissolve into the liquid, extinguish the alcohol lamp, remove the crucible from the heat, let it cool for several tens of seconds, and then add the porcupine quills.

puff!puff!

A wisp of light green smoke rose, and the medicinal liquid gradually became clear.

After all the dregs had settled to the bottom of the crucible, Robin poured the liquid into two small bottles, sealed them, and gave one bottle to Neville.

"Oh my god! A potion! The first potion I've ever successfully brewed! I'm going to write a letter to Grandma and mail this potion to her."

Neville is known for his clumsiness, bad luck, cowardice, and tendency to cry. However, his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, loves him dearly and believes in his hidden, extraordinary talents.

Neville also wanted outsiders to understand that his grandmother hadn't misjudged him!

"Neville Longbottom, this is practice time. You'd better not scream like that!"

Snape walked over and said sternly.

"I'm so sorry, I... I know I was wrong!"

Seeing the chubby boy picking at his fingers and sniffling, looking like he was about to cry, Snape snorted and walked away, flicking his wizard robes.

Robin gave Neville a big thumbs up in his mind, and then secretly started making some underhanded moves.

Just now, Snape had been walking around Malfoy, occasionally pointing out the steps for making the "Boil Healing" potion and offering a few words of praise, leaving Robin at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, Neville unintentionally did a great favor!

Robin's mind entered his sea of ​​consciousness, activating Grant Ruberle's (Garden Goblin) ear-piercing and precision throwing skills.

Villain Squad!

Malfoy and Goyle are in one group, Crabbe and Blaise are in another!

"Gor, the slug has vanished, now you can carry the crucible!"

Malfoy stared at the bubbling cauldron, a flicker of fear crossing his hazy eyes. He promptly passed the word "danger" to his henchman.

"OK!"

Just as Gore picked up the crucible, a deafening clap of thunder suddenly rang in his ears, making his eardrums ache. He saw Malfoy's mouth opening and closing, but couldn't hear what he was saying. As he tried to get closer, the liquid in the crucible splashed out as if it had been hit by a bomb, releasing countless droplets of medicine.

Then, he subconsciously let go of her hand.

In an instant, Malfoy and Goyle's faces, necks, hands, and robes were splattered with drops of medicine—the kind without porcupine quills.

With the addition of porcupine quills, the medicine becomes an excellent remedy for boils; without porcupine quills, the medicine's effects are reversed, causing boils to grow.

"It hurts so much! Daddy, Daddy, come to the school quickly and save me! Gao Gaoer, how dare you hurt me!"

Malfoy's exposed skin was covered with red, swollen boils. He screamed in pain, but still remembered to call for his father and scold Goyle.

(End of this chapter)