Chapter 46: Potions Class

Although Harry felt that he and Darren had to save the money left in their vault for their seven years of school.

But they weren't so poor that they couldn't afford to buy a pet.

Even if his Hedwig was paid for by Hagrid.

"Me? I don't like keeping pets."

Darren shook his head; he still had the same idea.

The house only needs one pet that eats for free.

"Don't like them?"

Harry shook his head; how could that be?

Darren, such a gentle person, must definitely like pets very much.

Thinking of the news he heard later from Slytherin house.

Darren seemed to like the tabby cat Professor McGonagall turned into very much.

Rumor has it he even had a fight with Malfoy because of it.

Perhaps he should buy Darren a cat?

Darren can use Hedwig to send letters; he might need a pet cat to keep him company more.

That way he wouldn't be all alone in Slytherin house.

Harry sighed.

He didn't understand why the Sorting Hat made that decision.

Insisting on stuffing him and Darren into Slytherin.

He luckily escaped it, but Darren didn't.

He opened the note with a sigh.

On it was a bunch of scrawled handwriting.

Dear Harry:

I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon; I wonder if you could come over around three in the afternoon.

I really want to know how your first week went. By the way, bring Darren; I only noticed that poor child when school started.

Hagrid.

Harry shouted excitedly and gave the note to Darren.

Darren nodded obediently after reading it.

"I'd be very happy to go."

"That's awesome!"

Harry borrowed paper and pen from Ron and wrote on the back of the note: "Darren and I would both be very happy to, see you this afternoon."

Then he urged Hedwig to hurry and take this to Hagrid. ===== CHAPTER 113 =====

"By the way, what classes do we have today?"

Harry took out his schedule and asked himself.

Then he said hesitantly:

"We have two Potions classes with Slytherin. Rumor has it Snape is especially biased toward students in his own house, and his temper isn't good either."

Darren shook his head and said disapprovingly:

"It should be Professor Snape. The professor's temper is still very gentle."

At least it is to him.

As for Harry.

*Cough*, let's not say too much about that.

Harry being able to survive under Snape is the greatest respect Snape has for their mother, Lily.

"Alright, alright, it's Professor Snape."

Harry said helplessly.

He didn't know at this time that Potions class might be the class he hates the most in the future.

Potions class is held in a dungeon classroom.

The environment here is cold and gloomy.

And the walls are lined with bottles and jars filled with animal specimens.

It looks eerie and frightening.

Darren, as usual, sat at the very back of Slytherin.

Sitting next to him was Cassandra.

Because of her cold and aloof personality, like Darren, no one dared to sit with her.

Darren didn't attempt to strike up a conversation with her either.

He discovered that this Miss Vole might indeed have a high favorability toward him, but that favorability seemed to be toward a toy.

She always wanted him to become the target of everyone.

However, sometimes when the threat was too severe—for example, the operation where Harry made him leave the Slytherin table during breakfast—she wouldn't want him to do it.

In fact, now, the look everyone in Slytherin gives Darren is an expression of "we'll deal with you tonight."

Including Becky and this Miss Cassandra.

Even Malfoy had a gloating look on his face.

If it were anyone else, they would probably be restless.

But Darren clearly wasn't anyone else; he was fearless and even wanted to laugh.

Going back tonight, according to his plan, maybe he could earn another sum of Saint Father Points.

Of course, in the eyes of outsiders, they thought he didn't know at all what he was about to face.

And they were full of sympathy for him.

"Bang!"

Darren was just thinking.

The classroom door suddenly opened.

The sound of the door hitting the wall gave everyone a fright.

Then a figure appeared, black robes fluttering past everyone's eyes.

"You are here to learn..."

"Since there is no foolish wand-waving here, so..."

"Here there is..."

"I can teach you..."

"Even... block death!"

"I hope you are not that kind of fool..."

Snape's voice was like a whisper, but everyone could hear clearly what he was saying.

Then he suddenly shouted: "Potter!"

Harry was startled and hurriedly stood up.

"If I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood, what would I get?"

"I don't know, sir."

Harry looked at Snape blankly.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems fame isn't everything..."

Snape ignored Hermione's hand held high.

He said with contempt:

"Let's try again! Potter, if I asked you to find a bezoar, where would you look?"

Harry was even more confused.

He glanced sideways and found Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle laughing until they were shaking.

Hermione's hand was raised even higher.

Ron was as dull as he was, clearly not knowing the answer either.

Only Darren was constantly mouthing the answer to him, even anxiously making a little sound.

But he couldn't distinguish what Darren was saying at all.

"I don't know, sir."

Harry felt his brain didn't belong to him anymore.

"Potter, then tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

Snape looked at him mockingly.

Harry could even see the sarcasm in those cold eyes.

"I don't know, but since Hermione knows, why don't you ask her?"

Harry said unhappily.

He felt this teacher was making things difficult for him, Harry!

"Sit down!"

Snape roared at Harry:

"Let me tell you, Potter, powdered root of asphodel and wormwood together can make... a bezoar is... monkshood..."

"Why aren't you writing this down?"

"Potter, because you talked back to a teacher, Gryffindor loses ten points!"

Harry was so angry he almost shouted.

Damn it, this is what Darren called gentle?

This is the worst "gentle" has ever been slandered!