Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 291: Snape wants to take in a disciple

After Malfoy, who was used to making trouble, demonstrated in advance, all the little wizards behaved much better.

Or at least, on the surface, it's orderly.

Everyone obediently followed the method of removing the porcupine quills from the fire.

Even Neville remembered and completed his first potion brewing safely.

Looking at his expression that looked like he was about to cry with joy, you could tell how great a joy this was for him.

"Homework: A ten-inch paper on scabies potion. The content should be mainly pharmacology, and the boiling steps should not exceed one inch."

Snape assigned a very tricky assignment.

However, the little wizards who were concerned about the weekend holiday did not realize the danger at all.

Only Granger looked sad.

"As for Miss Potter, who has already fully mastered this potion, you don't need to write it."

Snape's undisguised preference made all the little wizards look at Harry with envy.

No homework, that sounds so tempting.

"Thank you, Professor."

Harley said calmly.

For someone who can write a book in an instant, this kind of reward is really not very tempting.

"You're welcome. You deserve it."

Snape calmly accepted Harry's thanks, then turned to look at Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy."

The sound of his voice made Malfoy shudder.

"Yes, Professor."

He immediately stood up and answered.

"As punishment for your recklessness, your paper must be at least fifteen inches long and clearly explain why you must leave the fire before you can place the porcupine quills."

Snape announced this daunting judgment.

After hearing this, all the young wizards reminded themselves that they must never mess around in Potions class again.

Malfoy, on the other hand, had a look of grief.

If he had known that the punishment would be additional homework, he would not have done this.

It was said that the dean was one of our own and would take better care of them? Why did that disappear when it came to me?

"What's the problem, Mr. Malfoy?"

Snape stared at Malfoy with his dead look on his face.

"No, Professor."

The distracting thoughts in Malfoy's mind were instantly cleared by Snape's eyes.

"Very good. I look forward to your paper."

Snape's words gave everyone in the classroom, except Harry, an illusion.

It was as if he was not saying that he was looking forward to Malfoy's paper, but that he hoped you would write it well so that he could deal with you later.

"I'll try, Professor."

Malfoy looked like he was about to cry.

"Then, get out of class is over."

In the almost stagnant air, Snape finally uttered those words.

Most of the little wizards were packing their things as if they were running for their lives; they really didn't want to stay in this classroom any longer.

Even the little Slytherin snakes were like this.

"Miss Potter, could you please wait for a moment? I need to talk to you about something."

Snape floated over to Harry, who was helping Hermione pack her things.

"Don't worry, I won't keep your friends waiting too long."

He quickly glanced at Pansy and her duo at the next table and motioned for them to go out and wait.

Pansy and Daphne looked at Harry, and after getting permission, they fled the classroom with their bags.

After seeing Snape's eyes, Hermione packed up her things and ran out at the speed of light.

She even closed the door when she left, which gave Snape a hint of insignificant satisfaction.

"Please take a seat, Miss Potter."

Snape sat down at the table and motioned for Harry to sit down as well.

Harry also wanted to see what Snape was trying to do, so he sat back down.

"..."

Snape opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He originally wanted to chat with Harry about some topics such as whether he had adapted to college life.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he realized that he was not good at this.

So Snape quickly changed the subject:

"Your talent in potions is outstanding, almost rare in history."

Even with all the filters in his mind, Snape had to admit one thing:

That is, Lily's talent in potions is still a little worse than that of her daughter Harry.

Harry's talent is the kind that is destined to leave a mark in the wizarding world.

Of course, this is undoubtedly all Lily's credit.

When Snape thought of this, his heart was filled with sadness, but at the same time, he couldn't help feeling a little happy.

He selectively ignored Harry's performance in other areas.

"You've already said that, Professor, but thank you for the compliment."

Harry and Snape exchanged pleasantries.

“I’m just describing the facts.”

Snape said expressionlessly.

"So, I would say that for you, regular Potions classes are a complete waste of time. You need more in-depth courses."

He adjusted his wording slightly.

"Professor, what do you mean?"

Harry had a strange feeling in his heart.

"I was wondering if you would be willing to be my apprentice?"

There was a rare visible change on Snape's face.

Nervousness, anticipation, and a little hesitation...

It seems that he really cares about this matter.

Such a thought came to Harry's mind.

Then she spoke decisively.

"I'm sorry, Professor. I appreciate your appreciation for me, but Aunt Petunia won't let me be alone with you for long."

Harry saw Snape's face pale slightly, but he continued.

"If there is nothing else, I won't disturb your rest."

After saying that, Harley was about to get up and leave.

She certainly wasn't saying no.

Regardless of Snape's character, his abilities are absolutely top-notch.

As long as he can maintain his current level, he will be a qualified guide whether it is potions or magic.

Harry said this simply to test how much concessions Snape would make in order to accept her as his apprentice.

And torture this person's mentality at the same time.

Of course, Snape didn't know what Harry was thinking.

What he knew was that Harry had rejected him because she listened to Penny and was ready to leave.

At this moment, Snape's brain was working at an unprecedented speed, and he successfully obtained the answer:
"What if it's with Miss Granger?"

He looked at Harry's back and said this almost in a roar.

After the words came out of his mouth, Snape realized that there was something wrong with his attitude.

So he immediately adjusted his volume and said it again.

"I mean, what if I agree to let you bring Miss Granger to sit in on your classes?"

As if worried that Harry would continue to refuse, Snape made a special explanation.

"You see, your aunt is only worried about the two of us being alone together, but if Miss Granger is included, then it's not alone anymore, right?"

But Harry didn't reply immediately.

Snape's words didn't surprise her, but she was just thinking about a question.

'Do you want to add more conditions?'

Judging from the current situation, if she added two more people, Snape would most likely agree.

only……

Harry went over this in his mind.

She found out with some frustration that, except for Miss Beaver, no one else seemed to have this intelligence. Malfoy, Pansy, Daphne...

These people are just at the level of ordinary young wizards, and it seems a bit difficult for them to understand today's Potions class, let alone anything more in-depth.

If we force them to come here, the only option would probably be to torture each other.

So, Harley only had one answer.

"This does not violate my aunt's instructions. I agree, Professor."

Harry turned around and spoke.

"Do you need me to call you something else?"

"No need, just call me professor."

Snape spoke at the speed of light.

"Then let's confirm the class time. How about every Saturday afternoon?"

"Okay, but what if I need help?"

Harley plans to take precautions in advance.

Maybe one day she will go to fight the Dark Lord and won't have time to attend class.

“It can be adjusted.”

Snape didn't hesitate.

"When the time comes, just ask someone else to bring a message."

If it were anyone else, there would be no such possibility.

It would be better to say that others would not even have the chance to be apprentices.

But Harley was different.

"One more thing, Professor."

Taking into account Miss Beaver's proud character, Harry prepared to check the testimony with Snape in advance.

"Hermione was chosen by you because of her outstanding talent, right?"

"of course."

Even though Snape didn't think Hermione was very talented, as long as Harry agreed, she would take it as her final say.

"Thank you for your understanding, Professor."

Harley bowed slightly in thanks.

"Nothing, go announce the good news to your friends."

After achieving his goal, Snape began to drive people away.

Harry saw that he needed to calm down his emotions, so he politely left the classroom.

After Harry left, Snape collapsed on the table like mud, and it was unknown how long it took him to come to his senses.

……

After going out, Harry found an opportunity to be alone with Hermione.

"Hermione, there's good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

she asked, leaning over Hermione's shoulder.

"bad news."

Hermione made her choice without hesitation.

"You lose half a day off your weekend, so now you only have one day off a week."

Saturday morning is Harley's club meeting time, and all members are required to attend.

As for the content, it is just simple activities such as doing homework and explaining problems to each other.

"So the good news is related to this half day, right?"

Hermione instantly connected the dots.

"Yes."

Harry nodded.

"Professor Snape values our talents and is going to give us some special training."

"really?"

When Hermione heard this, her first reaction was not surprise, but a puzzled expression.

If they really cared about her talent, why did they only keep Harley instead of taking her along?
"Of course it's true. You saw it too. You're the only one in the whole classroom who successfully brewed a potion of standard effect."

Harry is telling the truth.

Hermione was indeed the only one besides her who had managed to produce a qualified product.

"Otherwise, it can't be that the professor wants to take me as his apprentice, so I ask him to take you with him, right?"

Harley stated the truth of the matter in a joking tone.

"Given how much he likes you, that's hard to say."

However, even though she said this, Hermione ruled out this answer in her heart.

There is no doubt that her spot is related to Harley.

But Professor Snape accepted it, probably because he saw that she did have some talent, right?
"That's my credit."

Seeing that the proud Miss Beaver was successfully led astray by her, Harley continued to work hard.

"So, Miss Granger, won't you give me a little reward? Like a loving kiss?"

She had a malicious look on her face, like a playboy in the movies.

"It's a beautiful thought."

Hermione snorted softly.

"Thank you though, Harry. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

She turned around and looked at Harry seriously.

She had fully realized Professor Snape's abilities in the first class.

The content in the textbook should have been written by industry leaders, but it is far less accurate and detailed than what he said.

But Harley is willing to fight for this opportunity for herself...

"I said, how about a kiss?"

Harry gently stroked Hermione's cheek with her fingers.

This made Hermione feel like she was being molested by a bad boy.

If it weren't for the fact that Harry was a girl like her, Hermione would have wanted to shout "Catch the thug".

"Ok."

Hermione said in a very quiet voice.

Then she turned her head at the speed of light and bumped into Harley's face, making a rather noticeable collision sound.

Then she immediately broke free from Harry and ran away, not sure whether she was shy or hurt.

"loss."

Harry covered his cheekbone where Hermione had suddenly hit him.

Harry didn't know whether Hermione was in pain or not, but she was really in pain.

This is not a kiss, this is clearly the collision of skulls of enemies, the kind that aims to break each other's heads.

Next time, let Hermione take the lead.

As the qi and blood circulated, the pain on Harry's face quickly eased.

A question suddenly popped up in her mind.

She was a person who practiced qi and blood circulation and health-preserving exercises, but she felt so much pain after being hit like this.

What would happen to Hermione, an ordinary little girl?
Harry immediately chased after her, ready to mock Miss Hermione for turning a kiss into a collision.

As expected, Harry saw Hermione around the next corner.

At this time, Hermione was squatting on the ground, covering her face with one hand and crying in pain.

Through her fingers, Harley could clearly see that half of Miss Beaver's face was swollen.

"Hermione, don't move, let me heal you."

Harley said while holding back a laugh.

The blood flowed through her hands, along her fingertips and into Hermione's face, quickly relieving her pain.

"Laugh if you want."

Hermione let out this sentence vaguely.

"There's nothing to laugh at, my lady. You are adorable even in your immature state."

After Harry treated Hermione, he touched her face lightly.

This made Hermione's face turn red apple mode again.

"Hahaha, I was just kidding. How could I not laugh at you for something like this?"