Hogwarts: I, Tom, am not the Dark Lord

"If you don't know, just say you don't know. Stop rambling on and talking nonsense here!"

"Oh, is that what you mean, Professor?"

Tom looked as if he'd just realized this was Potions class, not Chinese. "If these two ingredients are combined in the correct proportions, they will create a powerful sleeping potion—the Water of Life and Death. The creator of the potion used the name to express his own painful feelings, a life worse than death, further elevating the title."

puff--!

again!

Here he comes again!

Snape was going crazy. He finally couldn't keep his composure anymore and yelled at Tom. "Sit down! Sit down!"

Tom sat back in his seat with an innocent look on his face, and Daphne was stunned.

How could answering a question make the professor so angry? Tom even answered such a difficult question, shouldn't the professor be happy?

The young wizards looked at Harry, then at Tom, and finally at Snape.

"What are you looking at me for! Is there an answer on my face?"

Snape roared, "Why don't you write down the answers and wait for me to stuff them into your heads?"

The young wizards shuddered all over and quickly bent over their desks to take notes, but when Snape saw the notes written by Nott in the front row, he was so angry that he almost fainted.

"Why are you memorizing Riddle's nonsense?! I told you to memorize the recipe!!"

"You guys are the worst class I've ever taught!"

Chapter 31: Tom's amazing learning talent, it's time to teach him more

Snape, who had suffered another blow, felt that he was really rude. Why did he have to provoke Riddle, a student who did not follow the rules?

This caused him to lose his defenses repeatedly and he couldn't even maintain his emotional stability on the surface.

However, Snape would not admit his mistake. He was a teacher and Tom was a student. Sooner or later, he would find something wrong with Tom.

He waved his wand coldly, and dense characters quickly appeared on the blackboard.

"Here are the ingredients and cooking steps for the scabies potion. Everyone, go get the ingredients now, in pairs. If I catch anyone wasting my ingredients, I'll make you clean the classroom for a week."

Snape gave an order and all the students started moving.

Tom was naturally in the same group with Daphne. Even if he wanted to be in the same group with Hermione, he couldn't. Although it had only been a week since the start of school, the competitive consciousness between the colleges had gradually been established. The students of the two colleges were clearly divided, and mixed combinations would only appear in odd numbers.

It just so happens that there are an even number of students in both colleges this year.

Soon, the temperature in the Potions classroom began to rise, and after a while, wisps of smoke appeared.

The preparation of a simple potion is actually no different from cooking rice, except that the processing and quantity of ingredients require more careful consideration.

Snape wandered around the classroom like a quiet bat, without making any sound when he walked. When the little wizards couldn't see him, they felt uneasy, fearing that the professor was standing behind them, staring at them with eyes devoid of any emotion.

But gradually everyone discovered that Snape was still targeting Potter.

"Potter, if you don't know the word 'segment' you could ask me instead of chopping the porcupine quills into scraps. One point deduction from Gryffindor!"

"Potter, I think Hogwarts should hire a language professor specifically for you, to avoid the joke of Mr. Savior not being able to understand the professor's notes. One point deducted from Gryffindor."

"Potter, I asked you to steam the slugs. Did you?"

"Potter!"

"Potter!"

If there were any doubts before, Harry now had only one thought in his mind: Tom was just talking nonsense.

Something about Snape expressing his apology and the hidden meaning of the language of flowers.

This guy just wants to make things difficult for him!

The stimulated Snape was obviously more brutal than in the original book. Halfway through the course, Gryffindor had lost ten points. Hermione wanted to take over Harry's body on the spot to help him complete the potion.

Fortunately, Snape, having let out his anger, felt that it was enough, so he let Harry go, said a few sarcastic words to the fat boy Longbottom, making him cry, and then he set his sights on Tom.

He wouldn't deduct points from Riddle, but he could talk a lot. If he found any fault with Tom, Tom would be greeted with venom from his sharp tongue.

But after looking for a while, Snape's face turned sour again.

What's wrong?

How can you not find any fault with it?

Riddle's operating procedures were ridiculously standardized. Although he pointed out some problems, they were not problems with people, but problems with materials.

The quality of the materials and the compatibility between the individual ingredients affect the overall preparation. Therefore, every time a potion is brewed, subtle changes should be made in order to achieve the most perfect state.

But this is definitely not something that first graders, or even students, need to know.

Tom strictly followed the process on the blackboard in every step, with the weight accurate to grams and the time accurate to seconds, which made Snape extremely uncomfortable.

It was like a hedgehog at the edge of his mouth, and he couldn't bite it no matter how hard he tried.

This was also what Andros was amazed at. He found that apart from his magical talent, Tom's learning talent was the strongest he had ever seen, and he could quickly master anything.

"Riddle, are we dividing you into groups of two so that the other person can watch? You've done everything by yourself, so what's Greengrass doing? Don't get carried away just because you have some talent!"

Finally, Snape, who couldn't think of any reason to fire at him, looked at Daphne who was staring at the crucible in a daze, and his eyes lit up. After scolding him, he didn't give Tom any chance to refute, and quickly left.

After suffering two consecutive verbal defeats, Snape realized that if he could stop Riddle from speaking, he should shut up so that he wouldn't get his lungs punctured.

You are worthy of being me, old bat, you can find such a strange thing.

Tom sighed and shook his head, not taking Snape's words to heart. However, Daphne felt bad and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Tom. If I hadn't been lazy... the professor wouldn't have scolded you."

"It's okay. Professor Snape might be worried that I'm tired and is concerned about me."

Tom shook his head and smiled as he pushed the dried nettles in front of Daphne. "Just grind the dried nettles into powder and put it in the crucible, and the potion will be ready. You can do this step."

"Uh-huh."

Daphne nodded her little head and began to grind the nettles diligently.

Snape didn't even look at Tom until the end of the get out of class, and left a sixteen-inch long homework before leaving.

When they heard this number, everyone's face fell, including Tom.

Not only are the courses easy in the first year, but the homework is also easy. The papers assigned by other professors are about six inches long and basically 1500 words.

Snape's workload is almost three times as much. Just hearing about the workload of four to five thousand words makes my hands hurt.

After Snape finished speaking, he ignored the little wizard's resentful look and strode out of the classroom.

"Let's go."

Tom sighed and said to Daphne, while in his mind he was wondering whether he should get a quill similar to Rita Skeeter's.

Writing a paper worth four or five thousand yuan about something as simple as scabies medicine is pure idleness. He would never waste his time on such meaningless things. Even taking a walk with Daphne would be better than writing a paper.

At least the little witch is pleasing to the eye.

She has a sweet smile and dimples, which makes people feel happy just by looking at her.

What made Tom even more unhappy was that Snape didn't give him any extra points for the entire class. He is a Slytherin, is this right?

Slytherin's lead is now so large that there is no sense of urgency if he is not given extra points.

How is this allowed?

We must find an opportunity to give Snape a lesson and let him know who is the backbone of the school.

Chapter 32: Guilty Hagrid plots against Quirrell

After lunch, Harry and Ron went to Hagrid's hut as agreed.

The half-giant warmly welcomed the two with boiling hot tea and indestructible rock-crust pies.

"Another Weasley?"

Looking at Ron's iconic red hair, Hagrid felt a headache. "I haven't had a good night's sleep in all these years because of driving your brother out of the Forbidden Forest."

Ron laughed dryly and lowered his head awkwardly to eat the rock pancake. He almost knocked his teeth out and his round face was distorted.

Seeing Ron's performance, Harry silently put the rock cake back, blew on the hot tea, took a small sip, and began to talk about his feelings about the class this week.

Everything in Hogwarts seemed like heaven to Harry: a comfortable living environment, all-you-can-eat food, and a considerable amount of pocket money... no, it should be called inheritance.

More importantly, he can also learn all kinds of magical spells and make good friends, all of which make Harry very satisfied.

Only Snape's appearance today ruined his good mood that had lasted for a week.

"Riddle also said that Snape was apologizing to my mother. I think that is pure nonsense."

Harry was still complaining, and he didn't notice that Hagrid's huge body trembled twice involuntarily after hearing the name Riddle.

"Hagrid, I feel like Snape hates me."

"Nonsense," said Hagrid absentmindedly, fiddling with his pie. "Why should he hate you? It's not his place to apologize."

If we really have to apologize, Hagrid thinks Harry's father James Potter needs to apologize more.

After all, he knew very well how arrogant the Marauders were in the school back then. Even the Death Eaters in Slytherin couldn't afford to mess with them. Only the stubborn Snape was dealt with every day.

If James had not gradually grown more sensible and matured after graduation, he would not have become friends with James.

"Hmm?" Harry sensed something was wrong. "Who should apologize then?"

Hagrid waved his hand impatiently, not wanting to continue this topic. "No one needs to apologize, and Snape didn't target you. Don't think too much, Harry. Have another piece of nougat."