Chapter 210: Sold by Me

"Can't see me, can't see me..."

The next day, it was time for the long-awaited Potions class.

John hid in a corner, shrinking his neck and muttering to himself.

For the past few days, he had been avoiding Professor Snape, fearing he would be caught while passing through some empty corridor.

Now, he could run from the monk but not the temple; he still had to face that old bat in Potions class.

At this time, class time arrived; just as the corner of Professor Snape's black robe flickered at the classroom door, John reflexively held up his textbook to block his face.

Professor Snape walked into the classroom with long strides.

He didn't even lift his eyes, just spoke coldly.

"John Merrick, get out and stand in the hallway for punishment; everyone else, open your textbooks to page 6."

???

"What for!"

Hearing this, John immediately dropped the book blocking his face and shouted as if he had suffered a great injustice.

However, Professor Snape just stared at him with a dead face.

"...... Alright, I'll go."

John knew he was in the wrong; after being stared at for a long while, he obediently complied.

He dragged his textbook and stood at the classroom door, not completely leaving the classroom.

Professor Snape saw it but didn't continue to drive him away.

"How did John provoke Professor Snape again..."

"Who knows."

Others were either watching the show or holding back laughter as they discussed.

It was not strange for John to be punished by Professor Snape to stand in the hallway.

It was just the first time he had been punished to stand in the hallway without rhyme or reason like today, but they weren't too surprised.

Because John had always been made things difficult for by Professor Snape for various reasons before, and the students were used to it.

The interlude ended, and class continued.

"Can anyone tell me how to safely handle the leaves of a Venomous Tentacula."

Professor Snape stood on the podium and asked coldly as before.

John, standing at the door, immediately raised his hand actively.

But he was ignored by Professor Snape.

"Holder, you answer."

Snape directly called Ethan to answer.

Seeing this, Ethan had no choice but to bite the bullet and stand up.

"The sap of the Venomous Tentacula is highly corrosive, and conventional protective measures are useless, so you must wear gloves, place the Venomous Tentacula in water, pick the poisonous plant in the water, and use the water to dilute and resist the corrosion of the sap."

"This might lose some sap, but it is the safest method."

Ethan's answer was a standard answer, but Professor Snape did not give an affirmative response.

He just nodded slightly, but his gaze passed over Ethan and landed on John at the door: "Merrick, you add to it."

John, who was bored and playing with his fingernails, was stunned for a moment, then smiled and spoke.

"I thought you were suffering from glaucoma and couldn't see me raising my hand...... cough! I mean, you can completely freeze the Venomous Tentacula to lock the sap before picking it, which can obtain the complete poisonous plant safely and to the maximum extent."

John first habitually teased, then immediately corrected his expression and completed the answer after seeing Professor Snape's murderous gaze.

Snape tapped his fingertips lightly on the edge of the podium, his voice as low as a snake's tongue: "Freezing—might destroy the activity of the venom."

"Don't worry about that, just tell me whether it's safe or not."

Regarding Professor Snape's questioning, John put his hands on his hips and responded very righteously.

"......"

Regarding John's rude response, Snape just spoke lightly.

"Get out."

"Got it."

John had expected this, shrugged his shoulders, and exited the classroom door.

Professor Snape waved his hand, and the door slammed shut with a bang, making the window frames buzz.

In the corridor, John scratched his head.

He always felt that Professor Snape's attitude toward him was particularly strange and he couldn't take a joke.

Before, he often said some rebellious things in class, but at most he would be punished to stand in the hallway or punished to do chores afterward.

But today he was directly kicked out.

After all, the feelings have faded.

Anyone who didn't know would think Professor Snape had a grudge against him.

He shrugged helplessly, directly conjured a sofa in the corridor, sank lazily into the cushions, and began to enter meditation, having nothing to do.

Time quickly reached the end of class.

The classroom door opened again, and Professor Snape walked out quickly, looking at John, who was collapsed on the sofa at the door, his face turning black.

As if he couldn't bear it anymore, he directly raised his hand and grabbed his collar, dragging him toward his studio like a disobedient kitten.

"Hey! Wait wait wait... Professor! What are you doing!"

He was meditating, and a big hand lifted him up.

John was caught off guard and dragged off his feet, the back of his head hitting the door frame with a "thud".

In pain, he scrambled to grab Snape's cuff, but could only be dragged all the way back to his studio.

Others in the classroom poked their heads out one after another, watching John being dragged away, and shook their heads helplessly.

Oh, poor John.

Soon this matter became the talk of Hogwarts students after tea and dinner.

As soon as the door to Professor Snape's studio opened, the scent of potions rushed toward them.

He let go and threw John inside; John stumbled to stand firm, then hurriedly struck a Tiga pose.

"Cha!"

Seeing John's appearance, Professor Snape finally revealed that familiar look of disgust.

Looking at him as if looking at a fool.

"Return the potions you stole last semester."

Finally, Professor Snape stretched out a hand and ordered John coldly.

"Who told you to give me the cold shoulder last semester... and what do you mean by stealing, those potions clearly had my contribution..."

John knew this day couldn't be avoided, so he had to mutter in a low voice while reluctantly taking a bag out from inside his robe and placing it in Professor Snape's palm.

Professor Snape, who took the bag, was stunned; the things John had swiped from him were clearly several kinds of potions, so why was only this bag left.

He weighed the bag in his hand; it was heavy, but it didn't feel like potions.

It felt more like... a money bag...

"Here, it's all here, a total of 208 Galleons."

"The other two Galleons were used by me to buy food."

Hearing this, Snape almost choked on his breath.

The point of his anger now was no longer that John had sold his potions, but that this idiot had actually only sold them for 210 Galleons.

If he had gone to sell those potions himself, he could have sold them for at least 1000 Galleons or more!

"Is it all here?"

"Yeah! It's all here."

"Where did you sell it..."

"The regular potion shop in Diagon Alley said my potion was of unknown origin and refused to accept it, so I ran to Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley to sell it."

This was during the summer vacation, before John went to Hermione's house.

That so-called Knockturn Alley is a relatively darker street in Diagon Alley, filled with all kinds of strange black market vendors and second-hand goods of suspicious origin.

Borgin and Burkes is that kind of black shop that specializes in receiving goods of unknown origin.

"That profiteer saw I was a student and wanted to frame me, reporting 150 Galleons, and then I forced it up to 210 Galleons."

Speaking of Borgin and Burkes, John also proudly put his hands on his hips and talked about his experience of selling potions.

"......"

Snape closed his eyes, Snape opened his eyes, Snape inhaled, Snape exhaled.

He once again doubted his own judgment, and also received a profound lesson on the decision to let John use his studio at will. ===== CHAPTER 211 =====