Vol 2 Chapter 204: Malfoy from Malfoy

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Ron was a little frustrated and re-prepared. Although it was not difficult to cut these different sizes of roots neatly, it made Ron very irritable.
But Malfoy obviously wouldn't stop there, and Harry, he was just affecting Ron now.
"Also, sir, I need someone to peel the figs for me," Malfoy said, his voice full of malicious laughter.
"Potter, you can peel the figs for Malfoy." Snape said, and gave Harry a disgusting look, which he had always reserved for Harry.
Harry took Malfoy's fig, and Ron began to try to repair the root he had to use now. Harry peeled the fig as soon as possible. Throw it to Malfoy across the table without saying a word. Malfoy smiled more maliciously.
"Hey, Potter..." Malfoy whispered, and Fanlin swore that Snape could definitely hear it, but Professor Snape didn't mean to stop it. He leaves here far away, he is looking for items with demerit points, Neville is a good choice, and Seamo can also.
"Hey..." Malfoy continued to yell tirelessly, but Harry didn't mean to look up at all.
"Don't do that, Potter..." Malfoy said jokingly, his tone full of Malfoy's mockery.
"I think you must be very interested in one of my things..." Malfoy pretended to be deep, "As for your dirty friend with the blood of giants, Rubeus Hagrid and that stupid bird. What's the name...oh... yes... Buckbeak isn't it."
"What do you want to do?" Harry raised his head abruptly, and anyone could hear the anger in his words. His voice was a little louder, which immediately attracted the attention of people around him, but Professor Snape was like He didn't hear it at all. With his back to them, Snape was doing a one-on-one...point deduction against Neville.
"Interested this time, Potter?"
"Don't talk nonsense, Malfoy, or I won't let you go, if Hagrid has anything to do..." Harry said angrily, and he patted his hand on the table.
"It's terrible..." Malfoy pretended to be trembling, looking like he was imitating Neville, which of course aroused Harry's anger...
"He's done, Potter..."
"What did you say?" Harry asked incredulously. "What did you do?"
"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher anymore," Malfoy said pretending to be sad. "My dad is very upset about my injury—"
"Go on, Malfoy, I want to give you something real." Ron roared.
"... He has already complained to the school supervisor. He also complained to the Ministry of Magic. My dad is an influential person, you know. And such an old and bad wound..." Malfoy faked a fake The site sighed greatly, "If my arms can't be restored to their original state, who knows what will happen?"
"So you just pretend to be like that," Harry said, suddenly cutting off the head of a dead caterpillar, because he was shaking with anger. "What a way to get Hagrid to be expelled."
"Well," Malfoy said, his voice low as a whisper, "Part of it, Potter. But there are other benefits. Weasley? Cut the caterpillars for me."
"It's really a shame..." Malfoy continued. "Within less than a week since school starts, our professor of Fantastic Animal Conservation will be fired... This is really an unfortunate thing..."
Ron wished that Malfoy was the caterpillar under his hand. He cut it fiercely with a knife, and the blade ran across the table with a discordant tearing sound.
"Of course... and that big idiot..." Malfoy lowered his voice again, "Do you think it can be better, Potter?"
"..." Harry was gasping, and he wanted to punch Malfoy in the face that was owed.
"You know, it's a beast, and he also hurt a noble pure-blood wizard... Guess what will happen to it, Potter?"
Malfoy laughed. Harry's anger brought him great satisfaction, and so did Hermione. She cut off her daisy root in a big piece, which shocked Fanlin.
A few seats away from them, Neville was in trouble. He was accepting Snape's one-on-one... poison tongue.
In potions class, Neville would always get a nervous breakdown; potions was his worst lesson, and because he was very afraid of Snape, things were ten times worse.
His potion was supposed to be a bright green acid, but it became—"Orange, Longbottom." Snape said, scooping it out with a spoon, and splashing it back into the cauldron for everyone. Can be seen. "Orange. Tell me, idiot, has something penetrated into your thick skull? Didn't you hear me say it clearly, just a drop of mouse bile? Didn't I understand? By the way, is it enough to add a little leeches juice? How can I tell you to understand, Longbottom?"
Na Cheng's face turned pink, and the person was shaking. He seemed to be about to cry.
"Sir," said Hermione, "sir, if you allow me, can I help him change it?"
"I didn't ask you to show off, Miss Granger," Snape said coldly, and Hermione's face was as red as Neville with anger.
"Longbottom, before get out of class ends today, we are going to give your toad a few drops of this potion to see what happens. Maybe this will encourage you to make this potion well."
Snape walked away ~EbookFREE.me~ and Neville was left there, frightened. "Help me!" he groaned to Hermione.
"Navi..." Fanlin said quietly, and he flew in the direction of Neville with his hand controlling his notes.
But Snape seemed to have restored his keen perception at this time. With a move of his finger, Fanlin's note returned to Fanlin's desk uncontrollably, and Fanlin couldn't pick it up at all.
"The same with you..." Snape said coldly, "I think you can complete the configuration of this potion without relying on notes."
"But, Professor Snape..." Fanlin said anxiously, "Neville..."
"Longbottom doesn't need to accept any kind of help. This is teaching. It helps Longbottom's pig's brain to remember... well... maybe I think too much..." Snape tried his best. Said mockingly, "Now, all concentrate on configuring your potions. If you don't get them right before get out of class, I don't mind spilling your failed potions into your dinner!"
For an instant, all the little wizards dared not look around, and Snape would really do it. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.