Drag Sister to Dominate Hogwarts

Don't make a fool of yourself!

"Sorry, Professor, it was my fault, I'm sorry."

Harry apologized again, and Draco tried to laugh this time, but Snape gave him a hard look.

Draco was taken aback, and then looked puzzled.

Why was he murdered?

Isn't this the time to taunt Harry?

Snape stared at Harry who looked weak and apologetic, wanting to say something, he clenched his fists and then loosened them.

But eventually, Cassandra saw a lingering pain in his eyes.

It seems to be saying... why are you apologizing to me!

I'm the one who should apologize!

Of course, Snape wasn't talking about the face inherited from James Potter, but the eyes inherited from Lily Potter.

"Sit down and prepare yourself next time, don't be a stupid troll!"

Snape finally discouraged, sat Harry down, and began to explain mechanically.

"Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of water of life and death."

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxifying effect."

"As for Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma, they are the same plant, and they are collectively referred to as aconitum."

"Got it? Why don't you keep all the damn knowledge in your notebooks!"

Seeing that Snape got angry, everyone started to write quickly, although they didn't understand why their professor had such a weird temper.

Harry also seemed to be pardoned, and quickly put on his glasses and began to record, the corners of his mouth twitching as if he was smiling.

Sure enough, Cassandra was right, she really cared about me.

"Mr. Potter, I'm curious, why did you take off your glasses just now, isn't it appropriate?"

Snape suddenly asked Harry in his usual tone.

Harry subconsciously glanced at Cassandra, then quickly turned around and said softly, "Sir, I think it's more sincere to take off your glasses and apologize."

"Hmph, sincerity. Hum."

Snape groaned and glanced back and forth between Harry and Cassandra.

Even without looking up, Cassandra knew Snape was after her.

Sure enough, there is a price to pay for doing things!

But Cassandra still couldn't help laughing, Snape's bewildered look just now was quite funny.

Afterwards, Snape's class was much more normal.

It didn't take long for the groups to try to concoct a scabies potion.

Cassandra originally wanted to be with Hermione, but Snape ordered that cross-academy teams not be allowed.

Cassandra can only team up with Malfoy.

Snape began to review everyone's progress one by one, and of course failed to humiliate Harry.

Harry took off his glasses again because of the mist on his glasses.

So Snape went straight to Cassandra.

"Is this the potion you made, Miss Malfoy?"

"It seems that all your potential is used to make your face more beautiful. Your brain is not much stronger than a troll."

Listening to Snape's malicious taunt, Cassandra looked at the blue potion in her cauldron, she and Draco had almost succeeded?

"For a potion like yours, it takes ten bottles to be effective. Your handling of the materials is simply wrong everywhere."

Cassandra looked up at Snape. For a potions master like him, it was not easy to find fault with Cassandra and Draco.

"Do you have any opinion, Miss Malfoy, that my comment is unfair?"

Snape wanted to make Cassandra angry so he could breathe a sigh of relief.

But Cassandra smiled sweetly: "Thank you for your compliment, Professor, so you think I'm pretty too?"

After finishing speaking, he continued to process the potion with Draco as if nothing had happened.

And Snape's prepared follow-up lines were shattered by Cassandra's smile.

You beautiful people, do you only listen to the first half of a sentence?

055 It's time for the fifth watch, it's time to go back to the room

"It looks like I overestimated you, Miss Malfoy."

"Your brain is only troll-level, exactly like a famous savior."

Harry on the side blinked, this sounded very kind.

Cassandra was still not angry, her emerald green eyes sparkled: "Then can you please teach me how to make the potion again, and I will provide the ingredients?"

I said a few words about the material, and Snape's face became ugly in an instant.

He immediately thought of the fact that he still owed Cassandra a potion.

As a result, Cassandra used this condition to ask him to make scabies potion?

What a joke!

This is Chi Guoguo's insult!

Could he, Snape, only make potions of this level?

Of course, the most important thing is that Snape was afraid that Cassandra's tongue would not be strict and accidentally leak what happened that day.

"Humph."

Snape could only stare at Cassandra's profile, snorted twice, and said, "Ten points for Slythering—you could have added twenty points if you handled the materials correctly."

Snape casually found a reason for his behavior just now - he was outraged.

Then he began to sullenly teach the students who didn't make the blue potion one by one, and he yelled at almost all of them.

Terrified, Neville overturned the potion, and the potion was about to spill all over his body.

Cassandra quickly pulled out her wand and flicked it, the magic power wrapped around the cauldron like a whip, then lifted the cauldron and put it back on the table.

It's just that the dripping liquid burned the floor and the table top with black smoke.

"idiot!"

With a sweep of Snape's wand, he repaired the floor and tabletop, and said to Neville, "You put the porcupine quill in the pot without removing it from the fire, and nearly knocked it over?"

"Bring a three-foot self-criticism to class next time, and write down clearly what mistakes you have made."

Neville was trembling, not daring to say a word.

It was only after Snape finished cursing that he gave Cassandra a grateful look.

Snape was also looking at Cassandra, thinking about the silent spell that Cassandra had just cast, even he didn't quite know how.

At first glance, it looks like a floating spell, but on closer inspection, it is not.

So I can only say: "Excellent spellcasting, it seems that you are much stronger than the troll, Miss Malfoy, Slytheringa is very good."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor."

Cassandra smiled, the color of her eyes made Snape dare not look directly at her again.

To deal with this kind of person who can't hear bad words at all and accepts all good things, Snape has no good way for a while.

But he didn't want to just give up: "Don't be too happy, come to my office after class, and Miss Pansy Parkinson."

Pansy, who was standing far away, was startled, and looked at Snape in surprise.

But then he realized that it must be because of the conflict between the two people in the morning.

She gritted her teeth, she must not lose again in front of Snape.

It just so happened that Snape didn't seem to like Cassandra very much.

Potions class ended in this low pressure.

After class, Hermione asked Cassandra not to provoke Snape anymore, and Harry wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Ron.

Draco said he was going to intercede with Snape, but was dismissed by Cassandra.

Cassandra believed that Snape would do nothing to her, not even punishment.

Unless he wants to silently bomb the office.

Cassandra and Pansy followed Snape to his office and followed him inside.

It was a dimly lit office with large glass jars filled with nasty things floating on shelves along the walls.

"Stand by the door."

After giving the order, Snape started to brew the potion in the cauldron. After a while, an unpleasant smell filled the room, making people want to vomit.

Snape didn't say anything about this at all, he didn't know whether he was used to it or was prepared for it.

A full hour passed, and Snape was still boiling the potion by himself.

Pansy on one side had already turned pale, and Cassandra was not feeling well either.

Her body was not strong, and Snape was physically punishing her in disguise.

Sure enough, as a senior professor, Snape was good at punishing students, and these methods might have been prepared for Harry.

"professor."

When Cassandra spoke, Snape looked up and said, "I didn't allow you to speak, Miss Malfoy."

He wanted Cassandra to understand that his dignity as a professor was not something Cassandra could tease at will.

"I just want to remind you that the time is almost up."