Having escaped famine, I was accepted into Hogwarts.

Chapter 33 Kane, not hehe

Harry and Ron naturally understood what this meant.

The thought of Kane putting all sorts of potion ingredients into a cauldron during Potions class and suddenly creating a pot of meatballs...

"Harry, let's go to the same group later."

"Ron, let's go to the next group later."

Kane's lips twitched as he watched Harry and Ron seamlessly kick him out of the group.

"I'm telling you, it's just a mere Potions class, is it really necessary for you guys to act like this? Do you value your brotherhood more than your grades?"

Ron stepped forward, determined to explain to Kane clearly: "If you cooperate with either of us, only one of us will escape. But if we let you out to harm others, both of us can escape."

"We can't miss out on this kind of lucrative deal where two factors outweigh one."

"I see. Should I give you guys a round of applause or something? Hmm, like, Ron, you're really good at math!" Kane clapped with a not-so-kind smile.

"Keep it down, keep it down. Although my mom did ask me to tutor my sister in math, I didn't agree." Ron waved his hand smugly, as if Kane had really been praising him.

Potions was the first class in the afternoon. After finishing their meal, Kane and his two friends quickly arrived at the Potions classroom.

Because of Professor Quirrell's example, even with Kane's endorsement, Snape didn't have any strange smell and couldn't persuade Harry and Ron. Finally, the three found seats in the middle of the classroom and sat down at two separate tables.

Kane sat at one table, and Harlow sat at another. As time went on, more and more young wizards came in, such as Draco Malfoy. When he saw Kane sitting alone at a table, he subconsciously felt that this was a good opportunity to get closer to Kane.

However, someone else quickly beat them to it.

Draco Malfoy's face fell as he slept, but then he remembered what his father and senior classmates had said about how much Professor Snape hated Gryffindor...

Thinking about it that way, it's best to avoid their sharp edge.

"Oh, Hermione? Where's your friend?" Kane asked, somewhat surprised, looking at Hermione sitting next to him.

"It's just a temporary cold war because they feel I'm neglecting them by going to the library whenever I have free time. It's a bit strange, so I'll just let them calm down first," Hermione said sullenly, her eyes still fixed on the Potions textbook on the table. Clearly, this was her pre-reading.

"Hmm, I hope your friendship will be restored soon." Kane winked as he finished speaking, because he saw Harry and Ron winking at him from the side.

Clearly, they were a little curious about Hermione, the victim. For example, what would they do to suppress their laughter when meatballs appeared in the cauldron Hermione and Kane were working together later?

Before they could think any further, a whooshing sound came from outside the door.

Snape walked in with his billowing cloak, eventually reaching the podium where he elegantly wrapped it around himself and looked down at the young wizards.

"Before the formal classes begin, I need to know if you all know why you're here. Of course, if you don't know, that's okay. I can tell you, this is a one-time thing."

"One hundred percent, perfectly replicating all my movements without the slightest error—that's all I ask of you. After all, I don't expect your not-so-bright brains to understand the precise techniques of potion making. So I only have one request: don't make any messes in my class."

Kane instantly realized that Snape was a true professor because of his opening remarks, which were so different from those of the other professors.

Just like when most people go to school, there is an experimental class in each grade, and the homeroom teacher of that experimental class is often the most arrogant, self-centered, harsh and difficult, and indiscriminately kills ordinary children in other classes and their poor homeroom teachers and subject teachers.

In Kane's eyes, Snape was probably this kind of image; the unique opening remarks instantly told him that this professor was very cold.

so...

Today is the first class, so the professor shouldn't be so insane as to directly put it into practice, right? That's how it is, just like how Charms class is scheduled before Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Herbalism should also be taught before Potions class, otherwise how can you brew potions if you can't even recognize herbs?

That's it, that must be it. This lesson will most likely just be a recitation of the textbook, with a few more questions asked.

Just as Kane had expected, Snape asked that question.

"What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion? I need a student to answer this question... Ah, the famous Savior Harry Potter, please stand up and answer," Snape said, looking at Harry with a wistful expression.

"I don't know the professor."

Spells or transmutations are like writing an essay; even if you don't know them, you can force yourself to write one. But potions are like math; if you don't know them, you just don't know them. No matter how hard you try, you can only write out a solution.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Mr. Pott. I thought your talent was commensurate with your reputation." Snape shook his head, looking at Harry with disappointment.

In an instant, the entire classroom was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Professor, may I sit down?" Harry asked, blushing.

"Of course not! The next question is, how do we find the dung beetle?"

"I don't know, Professor." Harry slowly lowered his head.

"I'm so glad that if someone can become your brain in their next life, then they must have done something incredibly good in their past life, because it's not tiring at all." Snape slowly shook his head.

Kane subtly focused his gaze on Snape. The sheer power of his attack made it impossible for Kane to discern whether Professor Snape was simply lacking in manners or if he had some personal grudge against Harry.

What are the differences between *Aconitum carmichaelii* and *Aconitum davidii*?

"I still don't know." Harry had now adopted a "what's the use" attitude, like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water. So what if he got points deducted and got scolded? Deduct them! Scold him!

Whatever!

Kane now pretty much understands that Snape was really only targeting Harry. And now that he knows this, there's no point in Hismione, who's sitting next to him with her right hand raised, raising it any further.

He was just waiting for Snape to continue torturing Harry for a full hour so he could safely get through the class.

Harry, don't blame me for being ruthless, it was you and Ron who started this!

Kane watched as Harry's face turned pale and then red, and Ron stared intently at the table in front of him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, and a grin spread across his face. This was karma!

Snape quickly returned to the podium and wrote the answers to his three questions on the blackboard: "You don't have photographic memory, but you can't even take notes? Oh, right, I almost forgot, Gryffindor loses fifteen points."

None of the young wizards in Gryffindor were actually devastated; the pressure from Snape's classes was simply too much for them to bear, and they dared not continue to act out of line.

Just as Kane finished taking notes, Snape spoke up again: "Bring out your cauldrons. In the first lesson, I'll guide you through the practical making of acne potion."

"........."

Kane... no, hehe.

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