Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 69: Professor Tom Riddle

However, when Sean said "Servant, come to me", he remembered a serious question, and the following situation in class also confirmed his thoughts.

His talent for potions was only two points. He usually lived well by memorizing the contents of the book over and over again and Hermione gave him some help from time to time, but Harry, now he was a real genius for potions.

Halfway through the course, although Snape also found Harry a lot of trouble, but most of them were small things like "Potter, don't let me see you play with that silver knife again", but he was much more miserable...

"Wallup—sir, half the time has passed, can you tell me that it should have been a semi-finished light blue potion, and here you are—" Snape raised his gloomy eyes from the cauldron, "Is this the mint that was pulled out of the cauldron by the troll?"

"I don't know either, Professor." Sean could only answer honestly.

He obviously followed the steps in the textbook strictly, but the potions he got in the end were not always satisfactory.

Snape stood up straight and said mockingly: "Obviously, if you knew, you wouldn't have made such a thing."

He walked towards the other students and left a sentence: "Wallup, for the homework of this class, you are five inches longer than the others."

"Okay, professor." Sean replied resentfully.

While Snape was picking Gryffindor thorns again, Hermione next to him complained softly while stirring: "Sean, Professor Snape is too targeting you."

Sean looked enviously at the deep blue liquid in Hermione's crucible that was slowly fading, and then said helplessly, "Maybe...maybe I'm more handsome?"

"That's not a reason... He's just targeting you on purpose, and Professor Slughorn wouldn't do that usually." Hermione said dissatisfied.

"Who knows..." Sean raised his eyebrows.

He misses so much now the days when he was treated like a little transparent in Slughorn's class.

The morning Potions class was finally over, and Sean failed to obtain the "clear emerald green liquid" mentioned in the textbook in the end. Hermione's crucible was basically completed except for the potion not being clear enough, but Snape just glanced at it casually and passed by.

And in Harry's cauldron, the potion was as green and clear as his eyes. Of course, the simmering fire that had been extinguished under the cauldron was also like the resentment hidden in Harry's eyes.

During one class, Snape poured most of his firepower on Harry and Sean.

After Snape left a twelve-inch homework, the Potions class finally came to an end.

On the way to the Great Hall, Harry squeezed Neville and Ron over.

"Dude..." Harry just said this, and Sean immediately felt sorry for him.

"Alas..." Both of them sighed together, and walked towards the auditorium with their shoulders crossed.

Along the way, Harry never stopped talking.

"This is the first time I didn't get bonus points in Potions class, and Snape must have been too lenient, and I will also be picked on by him for the way I hold the knife." He said dissatisfied.

"Well, maybe he is stricter with an outstanding student like you." Sean laughed dryly.

Snape's attitude can be imagined, Harry's current appearance, except for eyes and potion talents, is almost carved out of James's mold, or he is friendlier and more mature than James back then. Similarly, Harry will probably be more popular than James back then.

But that cynical and amusing attitude is exactly the same as his father, with a lot of Sirius shadow mixed in.

Several people condemned Snape all the way, and then walked to the auditorium. Before leaving, Harry patted his chest and said that he would teach Sean about potions in the future, Sean naturally agreed with a smile.

However, if I learn some of Harry's unique skills, will it be even worse to be targeted by Snape...

While eating, Sean saw Dumbledore and Riddle talking there again. However, Mr. Principal seemed a little tired and less enthusiastic than yesterday.

Tom Riddle still maintained his elegance, chatting with the professors beside him from time to time.

Sean buried his head and continued to enjoy his steak. Since Dumbledore said he was fine, he shouldn't think too much about it.

In the afternoon is the course of magic attack and defense. It is true to learn more things by yourself.

After a short lunch break, Sean finally ushered in Tom Riddle's first class.

When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Riddle was already standing by the podium.

He leaned against the edge of the podium and stood up straight with a smile after everyone had entered the classroom.

"Okay, my children, welcome to my classroom." He didn't call names, and after a short opening remark, he began to pace in the classroom.

"Before this, most of you accepted the course, um, Defense Against the Dark Arts. I would like to ask you a question first."

He stood still and looked at the Hogwarts students ~IndoMTL.com~ The Nurmengard exchange students on the side all showed a smile.

"What is black magic?" Riddle leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers gently holding a wand that appeared out of nowhere.

Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"This one?"

"Hermione Granger, sir."

"Come on, tell me, Miss Granger." Riddle smiled.

"There is no strict definition of black magic. It is a general term for dangerous magic by wizards," Hermione bit her lips. "The common characteristic of black magic is that it is powerful and has no solution. During the casting process, the caster is almost always malicious, and the caster often suffers great pain and suffering, but it is difficult to treat it effectively with magical medical methods."

Riddle applauded lightly: "Basically correct." He paused, "If you only read those textbooks."

Nurmengard's students let out a burst of laughter, and Hermione's face was a little ugly.

Riddell walked through the students again: "People often have awe of the unknown, and if the consequences of the unknown make them fearful, this awe will turn into disgust and rejection."

He played with the wand in his hand, then raised his hand slightly.

From a box on the side of the classroom, a brown humanoid creature flew into his hand. The little guy was about a foot long, like a potato with limbs and a large, disproportionate head.

It was a goblin. It struggled violently in Riddle's hands and let out a threatening scream.

Riddle gave a gentle smile and raised his wand.

"Avada Kedavra"