Chapter 494: Snape the Biased

After the storage cabinet opened, everyone immediately crowded in as usual.

But at this time, Snape suddenly discovered that some of them were jumping over with their legs stretched out, as if they were playing.

"Mr. Baggins...you don't do stupid things like this in my class!"

With a cold face, Snape called out to Ryan who was blocked at the outside but still squeezed in hard.

"Don't tell me that in fifth grade you can't even break a leg-locking curse... If that's the case, then I suggest you go home now. This will be a good thing for you and Hogwarts." …

Without waiting for Ryan to answer, he waved the wand in his hand.

But the next second, Snape was stunned, because Ryan's legs were still stuck together tightly.

At first Snape thought Ryan was faking it, but it wasn't until he went over and pulled it himself that he realized that it was indeed his own spell-breaking that didn't work.

"What the hell are you doing!" Snape's expression turned even more ugly, and he stretched out his wand again.

An orange light emerged from the tip of his staff, and this time Ryan's legs were finally separated.

"Ten points from Hufflepuff." He said coldly: "If I see you doing such a stupid move again, I will deduct fifty points..."

"I'm sorry, Professor, but I don't want to be like this." Ryan said, "This is what Professor Moody did in class to test our Iron Armor Curse..."

"Alastor Moody?" Snape's expression stiffened, "Why didn't you say it just now!"

"You didn't give me a chance to speak." Ryan muttered softly: "But thank you for helping me untie it, Professor Snape, otherwise I would have been jumping like this all day long."

Ryan was quite happy. Snape and Kyle had different identities... They were both professors. He had unlocked the curse for himself. Professor Moody shouldn't be able to say anything.

hey-hey.

Ryan stretched his aching legs, turned around and squeezed towards the storage cabinet.

Snape stood there, his face turning red and white. He and Moody had never dealt with each other, and now he had broken his spell... That nervous old guy would probably think that he was provoking him.

Snape looked at Ho's back, hesitating whether to lock his legs again... but he also found that he didn't seem to know that special leg-locking spell.

"Damn it!" Snape cursed in his heart, knowing that he should have asked more questions just now!

What's even more troublesome is that after Ryan's experience, the other jumping students also gathered around and looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"Everyone go back and prepare the potion... now, immediately!" Snape shouted: "Before get out of class is over, I will pick someone and let him drink his demulcent potion. If anyone does the wrong step... oh Hey, I promise to help him find the most comfortable bed in the school hospital."

With a burst of extremely low air pressure, the students gathered here immediately dispersed, and silently cursed Snape for being partial and only lifting the curse on Ryan, regardless of others.

On the other side of the classroom, Kyle watched Snape's changing expression, his shoulders shrugging, until Connor pushed him, and then he stopped smiling.

"Ahem, I just laughed because I thought it was funny that Ryan couldn't get a word in." Kyle explained: "It has nothing to do with Professor Snape...really!"

It was unclear whether Kangna believed it or not, but Kyle believed it. He felt that his excuse was quite reasonable.

After the short interlude, it’s time to prepare the magic potion.

As a key potion that has appeared many times in the ordinary wizard examination, the demulcent is the most difficult and most labor-intensive one in the fifth grade.

Including the size of the ingredients, the amount of ingredients, the order of stirring, the number of times, and even the temperature of the flame when boiling, these all have strict requirements, and there can be no mistakes.

For more than an hour, there was not a single voice in the classroom. Everyone was nervously staring at the crucible in front of them.

"Your potion should be emitting a silvery white steam now." Snape said with less than ten minutes left before the end of get out of class.

Then he started wandering around the classroom.

"Kurt, can you tell me what this is?"

"Bodian, if I were you, I would read the third line of the operating instructions again..."

"Stir clockwise three times, not seven times..."

With a sarcastic look on his face, Snape unceremoniously pointed out everyone's mistakes... with the exception of three people.

When passing by Kyle and Connor's table, he walked over without saying anything and stopped in front of Mikel's cauldron.

If he couldn't find anything wrong with Kyle and Connor's potions, it was Mikel who couldn't find anything wrong with them.

The silver steam was totally fine, but the gray-brown thing in the crucible, which looked like a melted Quaffle, was something he had never heard of.

But Snape was used to it. He didn't even ridicule Mikel, he just said calmly: "You... forget it, five points from Hufflepuff!"

In the last few minutes before get out of class ended, after Snape had finished his homework, Kyle poured the potion from the cauldron into the bottle and capped it with a cork.

Mikel was doing the same thing, but instead of pouring it, he was scraping it in with a small slicing knife.

Kyle was really afraid that he would touch his hands. After all, no one could tell what the unknown potion would do.

Fortunately, Mikel was quite familiar with this, and the potion in the crucible did not spill out at all.

At this time, the bell rang.

Everyone left the classroom happily, preparing for the upcoming weekend, which was also the first Hogsmeade week for the fifth grade.

When they arrived at the entrance hall, they found that they could no longer move because a large group of people gathered around the bulletin board next to the marble staircase.

"It's just going to Hogsmeade, is there any need to be so excited?" Connor was a little confused, "I haven't seen so many people before."

"No, not Hogsmeade..."

Kyle took advantage of his height and passed over the heads of the people in front of him, saw the big notice on the bulletin board, and read the content to Connor.

[Triwizard Tournament]

Representatives from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive at 6 pm on October 30th, and the afternoon classes will end half an hour earlier. At that time, please gather in front of the castle to welcome our guests and then attend the welcome banquet.

"The Triwizard Tournament!" Connor suddenly realized, "I almost forgot about this..."

"Kyle, Connor... I just said I would go find you."

Cedric squeezed out of the crowd, his eyes shining, and said, "There is still one week left, I can't wait any longer, I really hope I can become a warrior..."

"Good idea." At this time, Fred and George appeared out of nowhere.

"But you may be disappointed..." Fred shook his finger.

George smiled and said, "The warrior must be me, you just wait and cheer in the audience!"

"No, it should be me!" Fred frowned.

"You are still far away..."

"Ha, you are so arrogant..."

It's amazing that Kyle and Cedric haven't said a word yet, but they started arguing first, and the argument became more and more fierce, as if they were going to have a duel directly.

Everyone around looked over, as if waiting to see a good show.

Kyle turned around silently, pretending not to know them, and walked quickly towards the auditorium with Connor.

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