"Of course, after this year, many of you will no longer be able to take my classes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Snape continued, "I only pick the best students to join my N.E.W.TS Potions class, which means that some of us are going to have to say goodbye. ”

He pursed slightly, his gaze falling on Harry's face.

Harry glared at him without showing any weakness, and he couldn't help but feel a vicious pleasure at the thought that after fifth year he would be able to give up Potions class and get rid of Snape, probably the best news he had heard in recent times.

"But we need to hold on for another year before that happy moment of goodbye comes. Snape whispered, looking away from Harry's face, "So, whether you plan to take N.E.W.TS exam or not, I recommend that you all concentrate on your homework and achieve the high passing level that I expect my O.W.Ls students to achieve."

He paused, and with a wave of his wand, the recipe and brewing method of potions appeared on the blackboard.

"Today, we're going to concoct a potion that often appears in ordinary wizard level exams: a palliative that calms and soothes irritability and anxiety. Note that if you put the ingredients so-so, it can put the person taking the medicine into a kind of dead, sometimes irreversible lethargy, so you need to be extra careful about your behavior. ”

Following the method on the blackboard, Harry struggled to make a palliative, the most difficult and laborious of all he had encountered, and the ingredients had to be added to the crucible in a strict order and quantity, the mixture had to be stirred to a certain number of times, no more or less, first clockwise and then counterclockwise, and when the crucible boiled, the temperature of the flame had to be reduced to a certain standard, neither high nor low, for a certain amount of time before the last ingredient could be added.

With ten minutes left, Snape said, "Your potion should be emitting a faint, silvery-white vapor by now. ”

Harry was sweating profusely, and glanced up at the classroom in despair.

Clouds of dark gray gas were coming from his own cauldron, and Ron's crucible was spewing green sparks, and Seamus went crazy and stabbed the flames underneath his crucible with the tip of his wand as they looked like they were about to go out.

Hermione's potion was emitting a faint flickering silvery-white vapor, and as Snape walked briskly, the hooked eyes looked down at Hermione's cauldron without making any comment, which meant that he couldn't fault anything.

But beside Harry's cauldron, Snape stopped and looked down at the cauldron with a terrible sneer on his face.

"Potter, what is this?"

The Slytherins in the front row of the classroom looked up with interest, they loved nothing more than to hear Snape tease Harry.

"Moderators. Harry said nervously.

"Tell me, Potter," Snape said softly, "do you know words?"

"Recognize. Harry said, his hand clenching his wand tightly.

"It's astonishing, in that case, you read me the third line of the instructions, Potter. ”

Harry squinted at the blackboard, the underground classroom was now filled with steam of various colors, and it was not easy to read the instructions on the blackboard.

"Add the moonstone powder, stir three times counterclockwise, boil for seven minutes, and add two drops of sneeze syrup. ”

His heart sank, and he didn't add sneezing syrup.

After he let the potion boil for seven minutes, he went straight to the fourth operation instructions.

"Did you do everything in the third one, Potter?"

"Nope. Harry whispered.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again. ”

"No!" Harry said, raising his voice, "I forgot to sneeze on the grass." ”

"I know you've forgotten, Potter, that means this crucible garbage is useless, gone. ”

Harry's potion vanished, and he stood dumbly beside an empty cauldron.

"All students who have carefully read the operating instructions, put your medicine samples into a short-necked bottle, carefully mark their names, and take them to my podium for testing, and the performance of this boiling will affect your grades in the school year. "And, homework: write a twelve-inch paper on parchment on the properties of moonstone and its medicinal uses, and turn it in on Thursday." ”

Harry's classmates were all filling the flasks with potions, and he was so angry that he put everything away.

His potion was no worse than Ron's, which now smelled of rotten eggs, and no worse than Neville's, who had become hard like freshly churned cement, and he had to pull it out of the cauldron with all his might.

However, it was him, Harry, who scored zero on today's homework.

He put his wand back in his bag and sat down in his seat, watching the other students walk towards Snape's podium with flasks full of potions and corks, and after a long time, the bell finally rang, and Harry was the first to rush out of the basement classroom, not wanting to stay here for a moment.

When Evan and the others arrived in the auditorium from their dreary Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, the weather on the ceiling was dark and gloomy, and the rain was crackling against the windows in the heights, just as bad as the fourth-year students.

The only one in a worse mood than they were was Harry, and as soon as he got closer, Evan could feel it.

"It's really unfair that Snape did that," Hermione said to Harry, "your potion is nowhere near as bad as Goyle's, and when he filled the bottle, the whole pile suddenly splattered and burned his robes. ”

"Hmph, when did Snape treat me fairly?" said Harry, sullen, staring at the plate in a huff.

"I thought he's going to get a little better this year!" Hermione said in a disappointed tone, "I mean, you know, well, he's now in the Order of the Phoenix, and everything. ”

She looked around cautiously, and there were six or seven empty seats on either side of them, and no one had walked past the table.

"Poisonous mushrooms don't change their spots. Ron hit the nail on the head, "Anyway, I always thought Dumbledore was crazy to believe Snape, what evidence is there that he really doesn't work for the mystery man anymore?"

"Dumbledore must have had enough evidence, although he didn't show it to you. Hermione said unceremoniously.

"Oh, shut up, you two. Harry said irritably, "You can't stop for a while, it's been going on all morning, and it's going on and on and on, and it's driving me crazy." ”

Both Hermione and Ron froze, looking angry and aggrieved.

After Harry finished speaking, he threw down his mashed potato pie, threw his bag over his shoulder, and just got up when he saw Evan and Colin walking over, he paused, muttered hello and walked away, leaving the four people stunned.

"What's wrong with him?" Evan looked at Harry's back in surprise, his mood had not been stable lately.

First, I quarreled with Seamus last night in front of all my classmates, and now I am like this again......

No matter how close they were, it was clear that Harry's temper was much more violent now than he had been before.

Maybe it's because there's too much pressure to build, at least not last semester.

"It's Snape's old bat!" Ron said in disgust, "he deliberately targeted Harry, giving him a zero for the potion. ”

"Don't mention that, how are you there?" Hermione said, helping Evan with a piece of mashed potato pie, "What did Professor Umbridge teach you in class?"