I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

On the way back, Sean thought about the meaning of Dumbledore's last words.

It's time to go to class, still have to go to class.

He waited for the stairs in front of him to be reset, and raised his chin.

Dumbledore meant that he should take Voldemort's Defense Against the Dark Arts class?

No, it should be the magic attack and defense class now.

He thought about going up the stairs, wondering what Dumbledore meant. Riddle didn't dare to act rashly under his hands, so let Xiao En squeeze more knowledge from the opponent?

It seemed reasonable, after all, at Hogwarts, it was impossible for the other party to blatantly teach black magic.

Sean cleared his doubts and returned to the Ravenclaw common room, and suddenly found that there were still many people reading books in the lounge at such a late hour, and everyone's brows were tightly furrowed.

Sean took a look, most of them were senior students, and they held a copy of "Advanced Potion Making" by Libasio Pollage in their hands.

Potion... Sean froze in place, the corners of his eyes twitching.

Oh, and Snape...

...

In the principal's office, Dumbledore, who emerged from the firelight, looked tired and his lips were a little dry.

He glanced at the man exactly like him in the middle of the office, and said, "Gellert, have you kept an eye on him?"

Dumbledore in the middle of the office twisted for a while, and gradually turned into Grindelwald's appearance. He smiled with his hands behind his back, "Of course, but, Albus, you're worrying too much, it's just a shell."

Dumbledore took a deep look at Grindelwald: "I'm wondering if I made a mistake."

Grindelwald laughed happily: "My old friend, you are going on the right path."

"I hope so..." Dumbledore went to the desk and opened the drawer, took out a glass bottle and drank it down.

He wiped his mouth and glanced at the smiling Grindelwald: "Gellert, it's time for you to go back to Nurmengard."

Grindelwald gave an exaggerated "Oh", and he spread his hands: "Albus, I did you a big favor, won't you let me stay at Hogwarts overnight?"

"Gellert..." Dumbledore's expression became much more serious.

As if he had said something he shouldn't have said, Grindelwald shrugged and said nothing more.

Dumbledore's gaze was placed on the perch behind the door again, his eyes were fixed, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

...

The next day, Sean got up early. He took out "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" and "Magic Potions and Potions" and read them for a while, with a depressed expression on his face.

Hermione saw his uneasy expression, and asked in confusion, "What's the matter, Sean, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Sean showed a forced smile: "I'm not very good at potions. The new professor is here, so I'm a little nervous..."

"It's not like you, let's go, the first class is Potions class, I don't want to be late."

Sean sighed and followed the girl's pace.

Fortunately among the misfortunes, the four colleges have been combined to teach together.

Harry, it's up to you! Sean thought to himself.

The familiar Potions classroom was greatly expanded by magic, and the temperature in the already cold basement classroom dropped a lot after Snape walked in.

Although the little wizards in the first grade were not familiar with this potions teacher, they could tell from the appearance that Snape was not a nice gentleman like Professor Flitwick.

Snape walked quickly to the podium, then scanned everyone around with his dark eyes.

When Sean was seen, he felt a "Danger!" printed on his forehead.

damn……

Snape picked up the roll and began to roll the rolls,

He paused as he said Harry's name.

Harry obviously didn't know who the other party was, and he stuck out his chest. As Slughorn's little prince of potions, Harry always had the capital of pride in potions class.

"Harry Potter—" Snape drawled the end, "he got excellent in all the previous assignments—he seems to be a celebrity."

There was a muffled laugh from the Slytherins. It seemed that they had already learned about Snape's temperament from the mouths of the senior students.

Harry's smile froze in embarrassment, and he could hear the sarcasm in the new professor's words.

Snape passed Harry and continued to roll the rolls, then paused at one.

"Sean Wallup."

Here we come... Xiao En smiled wryly, and raised his hand to signal that he had arrived.

"why do not you answer me?"

"Uh, here!"

"One point from Ravenclaw for your sloppy attitude."

This... The corner of Sean's mouth twitched, his hatred value is still higher than Harry's? !

After the roll call was over, Snape slowly closed the roster, glanced at the crowd again, and said in a cold voice slightly higher than a whisper: "I don't know what you have learned before, but here with me, you You have to start from scratch.”

Everyone heard his words clearly, and their backs stood up unconsciously.

"Of course, I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance. A magical power...I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I often meet."

It hasn't changed at all... Sean kept his mouth tightly shut like everyone else, and the audience fell silent.

"Potter!" Snape asked suddenly, "Where is the key to cooking Cystichorn?"

Harry stood up quickly: "When the smoke in the cauldron turns green, use a silver knife to make a small incision in the head of the cyst horn, Professor."

"When should the dew of the moonlight flower be collected to achieve the maximum medicinal effect?"

"The first full moon after flowering, Professor."

"If I need a bezoar, where do I find it?"

"In the stomach of a goat, bezoar is a stone that has a powerful detoxifying effect. Of course, the premise is that the goat is constipated first." Harry spread his hands, which drew a burst of chuckle.

"Potter—" Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, "do you think you are very humorous?"

"Of course not, sir, I just want to adjust the atmosphere in class by the way." Harry shrugged.

Snape's eyes became more and more gloomy. Obviously, Harry's behavior made him quite familiar...

"One point from Gryffindor for contradicting your teacher."

"Sir!" Harry's eyes widened in confusion.

"One more point from Gryffindor for interrupting my progress in class," Snape continued.

Harry opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but finally he sat down unhappily.

Thank you, Harry.

Sean breathed a sigh of relief.