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Snape truly transformed into a giant bat and wandered around the classroom. No one knew which classmate he would appear behind next.
"Bones, is there something wrong with your eyes? Can't you see the big letters about viper fangs? What are you doing with boar teeth?"
"Smile, Carter, why are you laughing? What do you mean by grinding it into powder? Your powder is as big as a pea?"
Hannah, who was in the same group as Wayne, shook her head and silently reprocessed the venomous snake fang powder.
"Ms. Brown, I suggest you send a letter home and bring back the brain you left there before class."
"I wrote it very clearly. Add the Flobber caterpillar slime. You put the whole worm in. Do you think you are cooking?"
"Tsk, what's the difference between cooking and potion-making?" Wayne muttered after hearing this. Aren't they just processing ingredients now? Put the ingredients into the pot in order, turn the heat from high to low, and finally turn it to high to reduce the liquid. A pot of freshly made green slime and you're done!
"Hannah, what are you doing? Don't add that!" Wayne quickly stopped Hannah from putting ingredients into the pot.
"What are you doing?"
"Porcupine quills." The eyes of the girl with braids revealed innocence untouched by knowledge.
Wayne's head was full of stress lines. "Porcupine quills are the last step. They have to be added when the potion is almost finished. It's still too early."
"Besides, they weren't cut into three centimeters as required. Do you have three millimeters here?"
The dark brown porcupine quills on the brass tray looked like they were crumbled. Wayne somewhat understood why Snape had such a bad temper. Facing such students every day, it is difficult to be in a good mood.
"Huh?" Hannah's mouth opened wide. She hurriedly looked at the blackboard and found that it did indeed say three centimeters. Her whole body turned black and white.
"What should I do, Wayne? I only have this piece of material."
Remembering what Snape said about waste materials must be eaten, Hannah looked at Wayne with tears in her eyes. "Help me, Wayne. I don't want to be poisoned!"
Wayne sighed, "Keep brewing the potion. Keep an eye on the professor for me and let me know when he is far away." He no longer dared to let Hannah handle the ingredients again, so he took all the materials to his side for processing.
Snape continued his harsh remarks, but there was nothing wrong with what he said. It wasn't until he reached the other side of the classroom that Hannah quickly told Wayne.
Wayne looked up, noticed Snape's back was facing him, and immediately took out his wand. "Porcupine quills are flying!"
Several porcupine quills suddenly flew out of the closet, passed over the students' heads, and landed in front of Wayne. Everyone was busy brewing the potion and didn't notice what was happening.
If Snape sensed anything, he turned around suddenly, but found nothing unusual. Then he turned back and continued to lecture Toby and Norman.
"Your ability poses no threat to me in the academic field, but it can make me infamous in the educational field. Two points deducted from Hufflepuff!"
"That's so cool!" Hannah didn't panic anymore. Her eyes were filled with stars. "This is a flying spell. You need to be in fifth grade to learn it."
"You can learn it if you practice a lot."
"I don't have the time," Hannah said, shaking her head and swinging her braid. "I need to go to the kitchen and learn to cook from the elves. They know so much."
Hannah had said her dream was to take over her family's Leaky Cauldron and revamp the menu, which hadn't been changed in hundreds of years. So whenever she had free time, she went to the kitchen to learn the specialties of each elf. It could be said that Hufflepuff did not have idle people. The little wizard had many things to do besides studying hard.
Until the end of class, except for Wayne and Hannah's group, which satisfied Snape, only the works of Ravenclaw's Lisa Dupin and Padma Patil received a fair evaluation. Padma Patil was an Indian-born high-caste Brahmin girl. She also had a younger sister, Parvati, who was in Gryffindor. It was rare for twin sisters like this to be assigned to different houses.
"It's finally over," Wayne said as he walked out of the potions classroom, stretching comfortably. After a week of classes, there would be two days of vacation. Oh yes, and there were papers that added up to dozens of inches in length, covering all kinds of subjects. Thinking of this, Wayne frowned and walked toward the auditorium. Although these things were easy to write, they were not a waste of time. If he had the time, he would rather go for a walk next to the Black Lake and get familiar with the terrain of Hogwarts, which seemed more meaningful than writing these simple assignments.
"Wayne, I was just looking for you," Cedric suddenly appeared and patted Wayne on the shoulder as they entered the auditorium.
"What's up?"
"It's not me; it's the twins who are looking for you," Cedric replied, holding a textbook for Care of Magical Creatures. As the two walked toward the long table, Wayne asked, "What do they want now?"
"I don't know. They said they would come to the lounge to find you after dinner, but they didn't say anything else."
Wayne nodded, "Okay, I understand."
At seven o'clock, a classmate approached Wayne, who was playing wizard chess with Cedric, and told him the twins were outside.
"I'll go with you. What if they try to pull another prank?" Cedric said, taking the opportunity to push on the chessboard and sounding very loyal. If it weren't for the fact that he had only two soldiers and a queen left on the chessboard, Wayne might have believed him.
When they arrived outside the common room, they saw two rather happy faces. Fred or George joked, "Hey, Wayne, why did you bring a bodyguard?"
"He came here on his own, not called by me," Wayne shrugged. "What do you want from me?"
Since they were tricked by Wayne twice last time, the twins had been very busy this week. They had just finished copying famous alumni and couldn't wait to approach him again.
Wayne was also a bit curious about what they were planning.
"We are here to invite you," George said. "But since Cedric is here too, he can come along."
"How about exploring the campus together tomorrow?"
"You make it sound like I bought the quill and got the parchment as a gift. It's too cheap," Cedric said with contempt. "Besides, what's there to see in school?"
Fred raised his eyebrows slightly, "Aren't you curious about the corridor on the fourth floor?"