Chapter 114

When he was making the potion, he always had some strange ideas in his mind.

When he implemented them, Cassandra didn't stop him.

By simply modifying a few steps, he had produced a cauldron of potion that looked even more perfect than the one in the textbook.

Hiss!

This is the power of potion innovation!

Darren couldn't help but exclaim.

He looked up at Snape, who was staring blankly at his potion, and suspected that this professor was missing his mother, Lily.

It was said that Lily's talent for potion-making had also been very high.

However, he really wanted to tell Snape that his own potion innovation ability was definitely something Lily couldn't compare to.

At the very least, she couldn't compare at this stage.

This kind of innovative talent hadn't appeared at all before he obtained the Prince family bloodline.

Clearly, this was very likely a tradition of the Prince family.

His mother Lily didn't have it.

But after thinking about it, he didn't dare say it, not to mention whether he should even know about this matter right now.

Even assuming everyone took it for granted that he knew these things, if he dared to say it out loud, he might be met with Snape's Cruciatus Curse.

So he looked at Snape with "innocent" eyes and smiled sweetly: "Thank you for your praise."

"Hmm, continue reading…"

Snape said in a low voice.

His fingers were clenched tightly.

Lily!

Your child, he is truly too excellent; if only he were your and my child, how good that would be?

This was his lifelong regret.

Thinking of this,

he turned around to look at the other students in the classroom and said as if venting:

"Why aren't you making it yet? Do you need me to invite you?"

A group of little lions and little snakes were trembling with fear.

They hurriedly turned their attention back to their own cauldrons.

They were terrified of being finished off by a Killing Curse from this professor who had suddenly become moody for no reason.

Darren shook his head, amused.

Just as he was preparing to hold this potion book—which he had already learned using Saint Father points—to put on a show, he suddenly discovered that something seemed to be wrong over at Neville's side.

【Ding, a scene where the Saint Father System can be utilized has been discovered near the host. A temporary mission is now issued: rush to Neville's side, pick up the problematic cauldron, and run out the door.】

【Ding, after completing the mission, you will obtain Neville's Herbology talent. Does the host accept the mission?】

Uh.

Neville really is disaster-prone.

It seems like there isn't a single class of Snape's where he doesn't blow up a cauldron.

【Accept】

After choosing to accept, a thick green smoke immediately rose from the dungeon classroom.

Somehow, Neville had burned Seamus's cauldron.

At this moment, Harry was right beside Neville.

Darren hurriedly called out: "Brother, move aside!"

He quickly ran over, grabbed Seamus's cauldron—which was already starting to warp from the heat—and ran out the door.

"Careful!"

Snape shouted angrily.

His black robes followed Darren out the door almost like the wind.

He waved his wand forcefully, and the cauldron in Darren's arms was cleared away in a sweep.

"Are you crazy? You… you get back to your seat!"

Snape said irritably.

He turned around abruptly and roared at Neville: "Idiot!"

"You idiot, I suppose you didn't take the cauldron off the fire before adding the porcupine quills, did you?"

Neville began to sob, and many boils had already broken out on his nose.

"Take him to the hospital wing!"

Snape yelled at Seamus.

At this moment, he was like an enraged lion.

Almost no one dared to make a sound.

Snape watched with a stern expression as Seamus took Neville away, then lingered near Harry and Ron.

Suddenly, he looked at the two of them and questioned:

"Potter, why didn't you remind him when he was adding the porcupine quills? Because of your recklessness, twenty points from Gryffindor!"

This is too unfair!

Harry felt like he was going to be angered to death by Snape.

How could he possibly keep an eye on what Neville was adding every single second?

However, before he could say it out loud, he was kicked by Ron.

"Don't do anything rash!"

Ron sighed and said: "I heard that he is completely unreasonable toward students from other houses."

Harry's eyes were red with anger.

He saw Snape turn around and walk to Darren's side.

His heart rose into his throat.

Snape wouldn't still be looking for trouble with Darren, would he?

"Because Darren showed friendship to his classmate and rushed to the scene the moment the incident occurred, twenty points to Slytherin!"

Harry: "…"

Ron: "…"

My heart is so tired!

An hour later, Harry and Ron walked out of the Potions classroom, supporting each other.

Behind them was Darren, who was comforting them.

"Alright, don't be like this, it's not that bad, is it? Professor Snape is actually quite easy to talk to; as long as you finish the potion, he doesn't care what you do."

"No, that's only for you…"

Harry shook his head.

He continued, feeling a bit weary:

"I suspect he hates me—no, he is targeting me. I don't even know what I did to make him angry.

But it's good that you're in Slytherin, Darren; he clearly favors Slytherin. If I had known, I might as well have gone to Slytherin with you.

We lost thirty points in the first week of school. Oh god, I don't even know how I'm going to face my Gryffindor classmates!" ===== CHAPTER 116 =====