People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Snape stared blankly at Harry, as if struck by a powerful mental shock.

In a daze, he felt like he was seeing Lily from back then.

So alike, they were simply too alike.

Even the Hogwarts robes seemed to bring him back to those days.

And those emerald green eyes were exactly like Lily's.

But soon, Snape snapped back to reality.

No, there were still many differences.

This wasn't Lily, but more like Lily's daughter, or even…

Snape felt that Harry, in this state, looked just like Lily and his daughter!

The moment this thought arose, even the Occlumency he maintained at all times seemed to emit a buzzing sound of strain, and the world spun before his eyes.

Snape furrowed his brow, his fingers pressing hard against his temples, barely supporting his body.

When the dizziness finally subsided, Snape saw the concerned look in Harry's emerald green eyes.

"Professor Severus, are you alright?"

Harry asked cautiously, following Rhine's previous instructions.

"We didn't mean to come so late, please don't be so angry, we'll definitely come earlier next time."

"Can you not deduct points from Gryffindor?"

Snape took a deep breath, trying his best to maintain a stern expression.

"This time, I'll let it go, the points deducted from Gryffindor will be returned."

As if possessed, Snape added another sentence.

"Although Harry Potter arrived late, his attitude of admitting his mistake is sincere, and he still has his merits."

"Gryffindor gains one point!"

The moment these words were spoken, the entire potions classroom fell silent.

Hermione, Ron, and the other Gryffindor students all wore expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Snape, who was gossiped about behind his back by the upperclassmen, actually added points to Gryffindor?

Merlin above, what on earth was going on?!

Ron, Neville, and the others who knew the inside story looked at Rhine as if they were looking at a god.

At this moment, Rhine's status in their hearts was like a prophet.

He did it, he really made Snape add points to Gryffindor!

And the Slytherin students, at this moment, felt like they had been struck on the head.

The point difference between Slytherin and Gryffindor was already increasing, and they were counting on Headmaster Snape to deduct points from Gryffindor, but now he even added points to Gryffindor?

Malfoy felt a darkness before his eyes, but he quickly reassured himself in his heart.

"No, no, no, this is a feint."

"The Headmaster is also adding points to Gryffindor, proving that he is not deliberately targeting Gryffindor, so even Professor McGonagall can't say anything if he deducts points from Gryffindor later."

"So that's how it is, Godfather, is this your plan? No wonder Father always tells me to learn more from you!"

Just then, Rhine, Harry, and the others arrived at their seats and sat down, and the Gryffindor students all breathed a sigh of relief.

But on the contrary, Snape didn't seem to have recovered yet, and was still dazed, standing on the podium without saying a word, and even his signature potions class opening remarks seemed to have been forgotten.

Harry was a little unaccustomed to it.

Starting last night, he had almost imagined all the situations he would encounter in potions class.

After the opening remarks, Snape should have come to find fault and ask questions.

Where are the opening remarks?

Rhine gave Harry a look, and Harry understood, cleared his throat twice, and reminded Snape.

"Professor, shouldn't you start the class?"

"Shouldn't you introduce the potions class?"

"Isn't there a speech to be made?"

Upon hearing this, Snape came back to his senses.

Oh right, that's right, I almost forgot.

Snape cleared his throat, his eyes scanning the classroom, passing over every little wizard, and finally spoke the classic opening remarks.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making."

"…"

"I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death — if you aren't, as I very often find, a bunch of dunderheads."

The next moment, Snape's gaze fell on Harry.

Compared to calling Harry "Potter" in the original work, this time, Snape directly called out Harry's full name.

"Harry — Potter —"

The long Harry, the short, almost inaudible Potter, the sound rang out.

Malfoy revealed an excited expression.

Here it comes!

It's coming!

"Harry Potter knows to remind the professor to hurry up and start the class, proving that he has a strong desire to learn."

"He also already understands the process of the class, indicating that his attitude towards this potions course is very upright."

"For this, Gryffindor gains three points!"

Malfoy's excitement came to an abrupt end.

He almost suspected that he had heard wrong.

Professor, we are Slytherin, they are Gryffindor, you got it wrong!

Malfoy was so anxious that his eyes were about to pop out, and he kept trying to remind Snape by coughing.

The Slytherin students followed suit, and coughs rose and fell.

Snape frowned, seeming to finally come back to his senses, his eyes becoming gloomy and sharp.

Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief, great, the familiar cold feeling had returned to his godfather, someone was going to be unlucky.

Gryffindor, Rhine, Harry Potter, your good days are over…

"Malfoy!"

"What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Malfoy revealed a smile.

Haha, what a difficult question, even I, who has had extra tutoring, don't know, how would those unlearned trolls from Gryffindor know?

But just as he was smiling happily, he met Snape's gloomy eyes.

Malfoy suddenly froze for a moment, pointing at himself and saying.

"Me?"

"Professor, are you saying, let me answer the question?"

Snape frowned and curled his lips.

"Malfoy is not concentrating in class, deduct one point!"

"Now answer my question, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Malfoy stood there blankly, squeezing out a sentence.

"I don't know, sir."

Snape frowned even more severely.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go to look?"

"Can you tell me what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

After Malfoy shook his head repeatedly as if sleepwalking, Snape's anger towards his godson was also undisguised.

"It seems that our Mr. Malfoy hasn't even flipped through a book before the start of school, has he?"

"Tsk, tsk — it seems that fame and wealth cannot represent everything."

"Let me tell you, Malfoy, powdered root of asphodel and wormwood together can be used to make a powerful sleeping potion, it is the draught of living death."

"A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and it has a very strong detoxifying effect."

"As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, also known as aconite."

"For your lack of preparation, Slytherin will be deducted two points!"

Immediately afterwards, Snape suddenly turned to look at Harry again.

"Harry — Potter."

Harry's heart suddenly tensed.

Even Malfoy, who came from a wizarding noble family, couldn't answer the questions Snape asked, and he had no confidence at all.

As for Malfoy, who was just dejected, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled again.

Godfather, is this your feint?

Wonderful, wonderful!

I knew it couldn't just be me who was unlucky!

The next moment, Snape asked Harry the question.

"I'm asking you now, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"