With Professor Snape's increasingly patient explanation, Dylan understood many of the confusions he had when studying Potions.
When his round of questions was over,
his finished potion had also been brewed.
After Professor Snape looked at it, he was silent for a while, and finally uttered a sentence.
"Well done, five points for Gryffindor, to celebrate that Gryffindor is not all stupid lions..."
After the voice fell, Professor Snape could no longer pick out any bones from Dylan's potion.
He could only roll over his cloak and find trouble for the next student.
As a result, he circled half a circle and ran to Harry to stare at him.
"Are you brewing some vomiting-inducing poison? That's terrible. Ten points deducted from Gryffindor for this!"
Neville was sitting next to Dylan.
He whispered, "Professor Snape seems to have a lot of opinions about Harry. The points you just added were deducted in an instant."
Dylan looked straight ahead, intending to make the next potion.
"Never mind. Competent teachers are always very strict."
Neville blinked twice.
Although he thought what Dylan said was not wrong.
But isn't this...
a little too strict?
It feels like this is not on the same level as Professor McGonagall's strictness!
Moreover, Professor McGonagall treats all students equally and is very strict with everyone.
But why does Professor Snape seem to be targeting Harry?
Or perhaps, they were only targeting Gryffindor?
Neville secretly glanced at Dylan, who was brewing the potion with a serious look on his face.
A thought suddenly popped up in his mind -
Dylan is really strong!
He was indifferent to Professor Snape's frightening and cold face!
On the contrary, under Professor Snape's gaze, he quickly brewed the first potion!
"No, I have to work harder!"
Due to his deep understanding of herbs, Neville's performance in Potions class was not bad.
Dylan also kept trying to make his technique more precise when brewing potions. He was so busy
that he forgot to eat and sleep for the whole class.
Even if Snape was standing next to someone,
he could still yell at him.
"Professor! I have a question!"
"Professor!! Come here quickly!"
"Professor! Professor!! Professor!!!"
Snape: "..."
He had a new understanding of Dylan's eagerness to learn.
However, he did not feel any annoyance at Dylan always asking him to answer questions.
On the contrary, when the other party asked a question, he would think carefully and answer carefully.
With the help of Professor Snape, Dylan also made rapid progress.
The potions he made at the beginning may have some problems, such as impure color, poor effect, etc.
But as time went on, the potions he brewed became more and more perfect.
This shocked the young wizards of the two academies.
One of them was shocked that someone could learn how to brew potions so quickly.
One was shocked that someone dared to boss Professor Snape around like that...
In truth, Dylan didn't care what the professors thought of him.
He was like a sponge, constantly absorbing all the knowledge others possessed.
This was not only because he possessed a positive attitude, but also because Dylan knew how valuable the educational resources of the wizarding world were.
In fact, whether it was throughout England, even in America, including but not limited to Europe and the East...
the magical education system was extremely chaotic, and resources were scarce.
However, the faculty at Hogwarts was undoubtedly one of the best in the entire wizarding world, and one of the best. Almost every course is taught by a well-known figure in the wizarding world.
Except...
the professors of Defense Against the Dark Arts who are replaced regularly every semester.
Even Professor Sybil Trelawney, who teaches the Divination class,
is a leader in divinity in the entire wizarding world.
After all, she is a wizard with real prophetic powers.
The title of Harry's savior was also predicted by her, and it almost runs through the entire story.
So let alone Professor Snape.
The Potions Master and the Head of Slytherin.
His age seems a little weak compared to his achievements.
He calls other people stupid because he is really a genius.
As for Professor Snape's venomous tongue, Dylan just wants to say -
more, he wants more!
Until the end of the whole day's classes.
Dylan presented all the potions he had brewed in front of Professor Snape.
Professor Snape tried to point out some shortcomings, but the potions in front of him were better than the last.
He had to purse his lips: "It's much better than other idiots."
Dylan didn't care at all.
It wasn't about naming names, but using his parents as the origin and ancestors as the radius to make personal attacks on him.
Words like idiot, fool, etc.
It was just scratching the surface, he didn't feel anything, he even thought Professor Snape was a little cute.
Raising his head, Dylan said to Professor Snape, "I'm glad you've recognized my work."
"Professor, you're quite capable. You've addressed my concerns in just a few words, so..."
As Dylan spoke, the young wizards around him all turned their gazes to him, their eyes widening, as if they had already guessed what he was going to say next.
Sure enough, Dylan smiled, his fangs bared.
"Professor, can I ask you a few questions during your free time?" "
Hey!
What a lunatic!"
The young wizards around him gulped.
Even the Slytherins couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Dylan was simply mad!
Although Professor Snape didn't specifically target the Slytherins as he had the Gryffindors,
Yet, when faced with a young Slytherin wizard, Professor Snape would relentlessly criticize and reprimand him.
Dylan's actions, in their view, looked like crowing like a rooster in the middle of the night—insane!
Professor Snape's brow furrowed slightly, his face gloomy, his eyes fixed on the young wizard.
But Dylan seemed oblivious, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the professor's hooked nose.
Finally, Professor Snape seemed to have lost the battle and spoke slowly: "For the sake of making the perfect potion."
"But if what you ask is worthless, I will kick you out of my office immediately."
"Of course, that's the way it should be!"
Dylan got Professor Snape's consent and smiled with his eyes narrowed.
"Merlin!"
Wait until the end of the class.
Ron and Harry both stared at each other and walked towards Dylan.
"Sorry, I always thought you should be a member of Ravenclaw."
Ron said suddenly.
Dylan was a little puzzled.
"But now I realize that the Sorting Hat was not wrong..."
"You are a real Gryffindor!"
Neville and Harry nodded repeatedly.
(End of this chapter)