Potions class classroom.
All the Gryffindor students looked at Sherlock with concern.
They all knew that Snape was unreasonable, favored Slytherin, and targeted Gryffindor.
Especially his attitude toward Harry Potter today had nakedly demonstrated this point.
But they hadn't expected that besides Harry, Sherlock had also provoked him.
"What happy thing?"
Snape looked down at Sherlock condescendingly and asked coldly.
"Being able to study the subtle science and exact art of potion-making under such an excellent professor—isn't that a happy thing?"
Harry: 』(°ー°〃)
Ron: （゜ー゜ ）
Hermione: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Little Lions & Little Snakes: w(ﾟДﾟ)w
'Sherlock would actually say such things!'
It was too shocking.
Snape obviously hadn't expected Sherlock to give such an answer. He was stunned for a moment, then said coldly:
"Holmes, don't try to be clever with me. I'm not one of those fools who would be pleased by a few compliments from you."
"I'm very sorry you misunderstood, but I am indeed speaking truthfully."
Seeing Holmes calmly meet his gaze with sincere and earnest words, Snape couldn't help but feel like he was punching cotton.
"Since you love studying so much, I suppose you should know the answers to those questions?"
His words immediately made all the little lions break out in a cold sweat.
Although Sherlock had performed very impressively in the previous classes, he had been quite disappointing in Astronomy class just two nights ago, inevitably causing concern.
The little snakes, on the other hand, looked gleeful.
As long as they saw Gryffindor unhappy, they were happy.
Sherlock remained completely calm, speaking in an emotionless, steady tone:
"Powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood can brew a sleeping potion;
To find a bezoar, you need to go to a goat's stomach;
Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant—there is no difference."
He stuck to answering exactly what was asked.
Details like how the sleeping potion was also called the Draught of Living Death, how bezoars had extremely strong detoxifying effects, how monkshood and wolfsbane were collectively called aconite...
He didn't mention these additional knowledge points.
However.
When Snape had mentioned the first question to Harry earlier, his expression had contained a trace of anguish and struggle.
Though barely perceptible and fleeting, it hadn't escaped Sherlock's eyes.
So, Sherlock decided to test something.
He stared intently at Snape and said tentatively:
"Asphodel is a type of lily. In the flower language passed down from the Victorian era, it represents 'my regrets follow you to the grave.'
Wormwood represents 'absence' and 'bitter sorrow.'
The sleeping potion is a 'Draught of Living Death,' representing 'a hellishly miserable life.'
In summary..."
"Enough!"
Whether little lions or little snakes, they were all listening with great interest when a furious shout suddenly interrupted Sherlock's description.
The already cold classroom seemed to drop several more degrees at this moment.
Snape's already sinister face now seemed ready to drip water, his cold, empty eyes looking as if they wanted to bore two holes in Sherlock.
"Put away your self-righteous explanations—this is a Potions classroom!
I really wonder if your brain has been hit by a troll's club, or if a bezoar has been stuffed directly into it?
Because of your presumption and those useless explanations, one point from Gryffindor!"
Sherlock smiled.
He had already gotten the answer he wanted.
Then he got into trouble again.
"What are you smiling about?"
"I thought of..."
Before Sherlock could answer, Snape directly interrupted him: "Contempt for the classroom—another point from Gryffindor!"
"Professor, this isn't fair!"
Hermione, who had been holding back, finally couldn't stand it. Having already been ordered to sit down, she stood up again: "Holmes answered all the questions correctly!"
"How typically Gryffindor—questioning professors is tradition, isn't it?"
Snape immediately turned around: "What's your name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Very good. For your rudeness in class and openly defying a professor, one point from Gryffindor."
Hermione: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
"And you, Potter—can't even answer such simple questions, yet presumed to direct the professor. Three points from Gryffindor."
Harry: Σ(｀- ′*)
When Harry heard he was being deducted points, he was completely stunned.
'What does this have to do with me?!
And why am I losing the most points?'
He was about to speak when Ron kicked him from behind the cauldron.
"Don't say anything," he whispered, "you don't want Gryffindor to lose more points because of you!"
Harry: (;´༎o_o༎`)
After the point deductions, Potions class continued.
Students worked in pairs, learning to brew a simple potion to cure boils.
Of course, the Gryffindor students' situation didn't improve.
Almost all students were criticized one by one, with only Malfoy escaping unscathed.
As for Harry and Sherlock, they received his special attention.
The former was because Snape already viewed him through colored glasses.
The latter was because of that lily flower language explanation.
However, Sherlock's operations were flawless, and with the big brother helping him, Harry had no problems either.
Snape tried several times to find fault but returned empty-handed each time.
Fortunately, he didn't deduct points from other Gryffindor students, which made the little lions secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
At this critical moment, Neville, who was next to Sherlock and Harry, had a problem.
No one knew what he had done, but he somehow burned through Seamus's cauldron. The potion spilled onto the stone floor, burning holes in nearby students' shoes.
Thick acidic green smoke rose, followed by a loud hissing sound.
"Idiot!"
Snape roared loudly. Just as he was about to deal with it, Sherlock had already drawn his wand.
"Scourgify!"
The clean, efficient movement caught Snape's eye, but his expression immediately turned cold.
He shouted at Neville:
"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire, didn't you?"
How could Neville manage to answer?
When the cauldron had overturned, he had been soaked by the potion. His whole body was covered in red, swollen boils, already in tremendous pain. Under Snape's intimidation, he began to cry.
"Take him up to the hospital wing."
Snape said sternly to Seamus, then turned to Sherlock and Harry:
"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the porcupine quills? You thought he'd look bad so you'd look good? One point from Gryffindor."
Harry: 凸 (艹皿艹)
"And you, Holmes—since you could use magic to clean the floor, why didn't you prevent him from overturning the cauldron in the first place? Gryffindor loses another point because of you."
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