There was a faint gasping sound all around, almost all coming from Gryffindor.
Lin An could even hear Ron's voice trying to lower it, but not completely:
"God! She really dares to think that! That's Snape! He is indeed Slytherin's bad... ahem, student."
There was also Harry's vague disapproval:
"Ron, Lin an is not what you think."
As for Slytherin.
With numbness and a hint of pride, the students compared their notes while brewing the potion in a unfamiliar but unhurried manner.
There was a secret feeling in my heart: What do you Gryffindors know? Our first-year leader boldly made this request to the dean on the night of admission!
Neville also looked here almost longingly, and then stammered in admiration:
"So, so brave."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the crucible on the table was already bubbling. Seamus stood at a loss for a while holding the wand, and then suddenly picked up the plate with porcupine quills and poured all the contents into the plate.
!
"Hey!"
Neville had a rare moment of courage, and quickly stretched out his hand to bring down the crucible: "Notes, the notes said that this requires the water in the crucible to stop boiling -"
"Ahhh!"
He suddenly let out a scream of pain.
Everyone's eyes moved here, only to see that the crucible had turned into a crooked thing. The potion passed through the bottom of the crucible with holes and fell on his feet, causing him pain.
Unable to hold the crooked handle of the crucible, he dropped the entire pot to the ground.
"ah!"
Seamus also screamed in pain - his legs were also splashed with the liquid!
At this moment, both of them were screaming, and through their inexplicably melted clothes, you could see red and swollen boils all over their feet and legs.
"Idiot!" Snape roared, waving his wand and sweeping away the potion spilled on the ground. [Original work]
"I suppose you put the porcupine quills in the cauldron without taking it off the fire, right?" [Original work]
Neville started sobbing, and many boils suddenly appeared on his nose. Seamus next to him was doing better, with only a few splashes on his legs so far.
Then Lin An remembered that this scene was exactly a plot in the original work.
She looked at the note that was still safely placed on the table next to her, as well as Neville's clumsy but serious handwriting, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Professor, let me take Neville to the infirmary first."
Regardless of whether it was a burn injury or a corrosive injury, it was unbearable to see the silly boy with a round head crying so pitifully.
"And..." She turned around and was about to say something, but Draco had already raised his chin and said arrogantly:
"Go and squander your excess sympathy! I will keep that note. How can Slytherin's things not be cherished?"
He was obviously dissatisfied that after the note was lent, it was almost ruined by the potion.
Even though Lin An was a little worried, he couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
Xiaolong, Xiaolong, you are really cute sometimes.
Then, she raised her wand and said to Neville, who was screaming in pain:
"Sorry, I have to find a way to carry you away."
Then with a wave of the wand, a complete floating spell that had not yet been taught was cast:
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
Neville lay flat in the air and quickly followed the guidance of the wand, floating silkily and smoothly behind Lin An and out of the classroom.
