Hogwarts: This holy light is righteously evil.

No?

What is that??

The professors at this college actually poisoned their students?!

Merlin's big butt!

What kind of mess is this?!

Chapter 30 is the familiar Stanford Church!

Marcos suddenly felt that not all the professors at Hogwarts were as serious as they seemed.

One of them came up and immediately tried to scam someone, even pretending to be a ghost.

Someone who poisons students, and it sounds like they actually are!

Otherwise, why would anyone need to go to the school clinic?

“Puni…” Marcos said weakly.

"What?" Puni walked towards the classroom.

"I suddenly don't want to go to school anymore..."

"Alright, I'll be going now. You can explain it to Professor Snape yourself later."

Puni didn't stop walking; in fact, he quickened his pace.

"Hey hey hey! Bro, don't leave me behind! I was just kidding!!"

Marcus immediately started jogging to keep up with Puni's pace.

They were already at the back of the line. Although many people noticed them, no one lingered because everyone was in a hurry to get to the classroom.

This made them one step too late.

Fortunately, they managed to enter the classroom before the bell rang.

Unlike the previous Transfiguration class where all four houses were combined, this time they will be taking a combined class with Hufflepuff.

Hufflepuff also has about ten people, which isn't too few in total.

When Puni and the others entered the classroom, they saw that everyone was crowded at the back, avoiding sitting in the front whenever possible.

This scene terrified Marcos even more.

He looked around, trying to find a seat in the back, but there wasn't a single empty seat left for him.

"God...where should we sit, Puni?"

"Just sit here."

Puni casually found a seat near the front and sat down.

They thought they were the last to arrive, but it turned out there was another girl who was even later, running in breathlessly.

Just then, the school bell rang.

Professor Snape rushed in right on time.

Puni looked over curiously.

Yes, not Black.

It was the religion he was familiar with.

Professor Snape's robes folded up like bat wings as he stood on the podium.

The girl who was almost late finally sat down.

Snape remained expressionless, his head still, only glancing at the ground with his eyes.

"It's a miracle you got the point deducted from Ravenclaw."

The girl blushed and lowered her head as she was being criticized.

The classroom fell into a deathly silence; even the students' breathing became very soft.

No one dared to look up; almost everyone kept their heads down, staring at the table.

The very first thing he said was to deduct points!

The reputation of this religion is indeed well-deserved!

The eerie atmosphere grew even more somber with Snape's icy gaze.

Fortunately, he didn't continue with any further reprimands.

"Now, take attendance." The tone was cold and urgent, without a trace of emotion.

He picked up the roster on the table.

"Marcos Belby".

"Here...here!"

Marcos, who was next to Puni, was so frightened that his legs trembled, and then he suddenly stood up.

Puni: ...

Snape: ...

"sit down."

"Ah? Yes!"

Marcos plopped down again, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

()!!!

A vein throbbed on Snape's forehead as he continued calling out names at an extremely fast pace, without pausing at all.

As each name was called, the corresponding student would immediately respond without the slightest hesitation.

Confirm that all students are present.

Snape slowly exhaled, his expression softening slightly.

"Very good, no fools are late for my class."

He glanced up and swept his eyes across the entire room.

"Remember, I despise idiots who have no sense of time. If you can't even attend class on time, I advise you to give up as soon as possible to avoid wasting time. The potion won't wait for you just because you're stupid."

"If you yourselves get blown up, that's one thing, but if your recklessness endangers those around you... Hmph!"

Snape slowly walked around to the front of the podium, crossed his arms, and spoke in a low voice.

"Potionology is an extremely precise discipline that allows no room for error. Every pot in front of you holds two possibilities: with precise proportions, it could create a healing elixir, or with the slightest negligence, it could lead to a catastrophe that destroys everything."

Snape's voice was flat, yet carried an inexplicable sense of oppression: "I never expected you ignorant freshmen to feel the allure of potions, to understand their hidden power, or to grasp everything they can offer you."

After a pause, Snape's tone finally changed slightly.

It carried a hint of mockery.

"You don't need to think or question. Just follow my instructions exactly. Obediently imitate every step and every movement. That's enough. Don't try to be clever and add anything unnecessary!"

At this moment, these freshmen finally understood why everyone felt fear whenever Professor Snape was mentioned.

This professor is really scary!

After saying this, Snape did not immediately begin his lecture, but instead turned his gaze to Puni, who was sitting in the first row next to Marcos.

"Mr. Lestrange, are you asking me to teach you drawing for children? What are those scribbles in your hand?"

Puni was suddenly called out, but he didn't panic much. Instead, he blinked.

"Professor, this is my notebook. I will write down every word you say and study it carefully."

The entire class's eyes instantly focused on Puni.

"I'm truly moved. Perhaps I should thank you properly?"

"Of course not, I'm just taking notes for myself."

hiss!

How dare this guy talk back to the Church of Stan?

Marcos sat next to Puni, head down, eyes wide open, like an ostrich, not daring to move.

Brother! I can't save you!

"Hmph, since you're so keen on studying, then tell me, what are the raw materials needed for boil treatment solution? And what are its main effects?"

Swish swish!

Before Puni could even speak, the students in the classroom panicked and started flipping through their textbooks.

Puni smiled sweetly: "This question is easy to answer. To make a boil treatment potion, you first need half a crucible of water, a portion of snake fangs ground into powder, and two horned slugs. In addition, I think you also need two handfuls of dried nettles and three whole porcupine quills."

"Especially when adding porcupine quills, the pot must be removed from the heat first, otherwise the medicine may melt the crucible, causing it to splatter and causing boils to grow on the skin."

"As for its effects... since it's a boil treatment solution, it's obviously for treating boils, measles, and pustules."

"This is a very effective medicine for common skin conditions."

Snape's lips curled into a barely perceptible smirk, then his gaze swept coldly across the room, his tone suddenly turning stern.

"What are you all standing there for? Do you expect me to personally deliver the materials to you and serve you as you begin operations?"

Other students: ? ? ?

Chapter 31 The Arrogant, Stubborn, and Honest Snape

The students were a little flustered, but they didn't know where to get the materials.

Snape gave a soft hum, then waved his wand, and instantly various potion ingredients flew up from the materials shelf next to the podium and landed on each student's desk.

He then waved his wand, and lines of clear instructions immediately appeared on the blackboard.

While Puni's explanation was correct, it wasn't entirely complete, so naturally he wouldn't expect the young wizards to follow Puni's instructions verbatim.