Hogwarts: What are the four great masters doing?

Most students, regardless of which college they are from.

After violating school rules, anger, fear or other emotions are always revealed under his attitude and pressure.

But Ryan was frighteningly calm, as if the man lying there, McCall Dolohov, had not been knocked down by his spell, but had fallen asleep on his own.

"He's just asleep, Professor."

What made Snape even angrier was that Ryan's words actually echoed his thoughts.

"My spell wasn't very powerful. He'll wake up in the morning."

Ryan winked at Snape and said, "Perhaps we should set off. Headmaster Dumbledore is very old, and it's not good to disturb his rest."

As a result, Snape's annoyance increased.

He realized that Ryan had an accurate understanding of the current situation.

A first-year student duelled with an entire college of freshmen and even knocked out a fifth-year prefect.

This is obviously a big deal.

But as the student with the most special identity in the whole school, Snape could not decide for himself how to deal with Ryan.

He must take Ryan to see Dumbledore, and the headmaster will personally decide how to deal with the matter.

"You think you're clever, Elias?"

Snape frowned and said coldly: "Do you know that the Malfoy family and the Dolohov family are both members of the board of directors? You..."

"Oh, I just heard Senior McCall say that."

Ryan smiled and pointed at McCall lying on the ground.

"..."

So, Snape fell silent again, briefly checked McCall's condition, and then said with a cold and gloomy face, "Follow."

He turned and walked towards the door.

"As for you—"

But when he turned around, he did not forget to look at the Slytherin students.

Whether they are new students or old students, they are all silent at this moment.

"madness."

Snape's gaze swept over the students of his own house, his voice suddenly becoming venomous: "You use... vile words to provoke a wizard who is far superior to you?"

"If you continue to tarnish the honor of Slytherin in such a stupid way, I don't mind boiling your brains in the crucible in the next class... That would at least be more effective than the way you used it."

After saying that, he floated out of the lounge like a ghost.

Ryan followed him out, but before leaving, he looked at Pansy Parkinson and said, "Thank you, Ms. Parkinson."

He nodded and thanked the little witch in a soft voice.

Because he could certainly see that Pansy Parkinson wasn't going to Snape to target him.

Quite the contrary...Except Ryan, no one could have imagined that the outcome of this duel would be like this.

So with a little reasoning, it is not difficult to draw the conclusion that the little witch went to find Snape in order to rescue Ryan.

This may be because Ryan saved her life on the Black Lake.

This made Ryan feel a little relieved.

Because this at least shows that this little witch is not completely hopeless.

But in response to Ryan's gratitude, Pansy just lowered her head.

"I can not understand what you say."

She replied.

Ryan didn't care about her attitude. He just smiled and followed Snape out of the common room.

Behind him, the young Slytherin wizards watched him leave.

There was no insult or anger, only silence.

Chapter 34 Armadillo Bile, Principal's Office!

Ryan followed Snape through the corridor, their shadows cast by the dancing flames of the torches on the wall.

Ryan observed this professor who had a very bad reputation on campus.

His black robe swayed in the light of the torches, making him look like a ghost wandering the world.

His appearance was indeed unpleasant, but Ryan had long since stopped judging a person by their appearance - he had seen countless wizards who were countless times weirder than Snape thousands of years ago.

He was used to judging people by their actions, and Snape's behavior was very interesting to him.

Every word he said to Ryan was full of sarcasm and venom, and his attitude was very cold, and even seemed to be filled with some hostility.

But compared to those Slytherin students, Ryan felt that Professor Snape seemed more cultured.

At least he didn't choose to side with his students right then and there, nor did he join them in calling Ryan a 'Mudblood'.

and...

"Your gaze is unpleasant, Mr. Elias."

At this time, Snape obviously noticed Ryan's observation, and he said coldly.

"It seems your elders didn't teach you how to respect your professors. Do you want me to hire a troll as your etiquette teacher?"

Ryan decided to take back his opinion - the professor was indeed annoying most of the time.

"Armadillo bile."

"what?"

For a moment, even Snape didn't react.

"You smell, Professor... a combination of cat pheromones and fermented bread. It's the smell of armadillo bile."

Ryan said politely.

"You might have been processing armadillo bile, and Parkinson's arrival might have forced you to give up one of them... I read in a book that it must be treated with a spell immediately after extraction."

This is also the reason why Ryan did not have too much resentment towards Snape - the other party might have given up a portion of armadillo bile and chose to come to the Slytherin lounge immediately.

This at least shows that he is not without responsibility towards his students.

God bless you, after seeing the performance of the Slytherin little wizards, Ryan felt very relieved.

However, given the other party's sharp tongue and bad attitude, Ryan decided to retort.

"But the way you handled it was clearly wrong."

"mistake!?"

After saying this, Ryan clearly saw that Snape's expression became even colder.

His eyes looked at Ryan like a sharp knife.

"You're pointing out mistakes? To your Potions professor?"

"Elias, your constant chatter reminds me of the dwarf con man selling fake amulets in Knockturn Alley."

"The only difference is that their lies are worth at least three copper knuts - and your arrogant words are worth nothing..."

He spewed venom, but Ryan was not angry.

He interrupted with a smile: "Actually, I haven't attended your Potions class yet... Our class is tomorrow, isn't it?"

"But before that—perhaps you could try my method first."

"First, block out the light source in the room and keep it dark. Then, use the Shrinking Fig and the Flashing Charm to treat the armadillo. This will stimulate it to secrete more bile, and the bile will not have such a strong smell... In fact, the color of your wizard robe is perfect for this technique."

When he was halfway through his words, Ryan saw Snape stop and was about to continue mocking him.

His expression began to become one of doubt and surprise, then turned serious as Ryan spoke, and finally his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

"Darkness and shrunken figs...strong light sources..."

He murmured softly, deep in thought.

But then, he saw Ryan's subtle look.

Then Snape's pale face showed even more gloom: "You..."

He hesitated to speak, and Ryan had seen this look before - on Professor McGonagall not long ago.

"If you want to know the name of that book, or who wrote it... I'm afraid I can't tell you, Professor."

So Ryan said with a smile.

"After all, that's the legacy my elders left me, isn't it?"

That's absolutely true - all this knowledge about potions and magical creatures is taught by Ms. Helga Hufflepuff herself, and the results are absolutely authentic.

"..."

Snape was so angry that he almost trembled, and his black hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was shaking.

"you..."

He seemed to want to say something more sarcastic, but it was too late - because they had already reached the eighth floor, and a huge stone beast statue appeared in front of them.

So Snape took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his anger.

"Lemon Olaf."

He said the word, and then Ryan saw the huge stone beast statue slowly move away, revealing a spiral stone staircase behind it.

Snape didn't say another word to Ryan, and walked into the corridor.

Ryan shrugged, surprised that the principal's password was so special - as far as he knew, 'Lemon Sherbet' seemed to be a candy from the Muggle world.

Mmm... Ms. Pera once gave him a piece, and it tasted good.

"Oh, it's been almost a week since I came to school, and I actually forgot to write a letter to Ms. Pella and Dean Aisha."

Ryan thought to himself as he walked along the stone steps into the principal's office.