"The old bat suddenly changed his gender? No way, no way... This is not logical..."

Ron frowned and muttered to himself.

But he forgot that as long as he spoke ill of others behind their backs, that person would appear behind him inadvertently...

After he finished complaining, he concentrated on boiling the potion. Although the old bat looked a little weird today, he didn't think that he would let him go so easily if he didn't do well before get out of class.

"That's not right...why is it getting colder?" Ron couldn't help but rub his hands wrongly, feeling a little strange. The crucible in front of him was still burning, but why did the temperature drop so much all of a sudden?

Then he glanced inadvertently and saw the long shadow on the ground under the light. In an instant, he got goosebumps.

Ron's pupils shrank sharply, and he almost couldn't breathe. He clenched his teeth, and his neck turned like a rusty gear bit by bit. Snape's black face turned around with great difficulty.

The stinky face like the bottom of a pot is gradually getting bigger in his eyes...

"Ah~, Mr. Weasley..."

Snape's lips were pursed thinly, and he gradually formed a malicious and meaningful smile. At the beginning of this semester, when he lost Harry as his target, he suddenly felt quite uncomfortable, as if in life

It seems like something is missing.

Isn’t this what you found?

"You must think it would be wonderful to imitate the professor's tone of voice and then mock him in turn, right?"

Snape stared at him intently, admiring with interest the expression on Ron's face that gradually fell into despair. He suddenly felt extremely happy in his heart.

Yes! This is what it feels like!

"Hiss...Professor Snape...hug...hug...sorry..."

Ron's face instantly solidified into a mask of pain, and he stammered in an attempt to beg Snape for mercy.

But the emotion of pity obviously does not appear in the old bat. Except for Lily, he has always been so ruthless to others. Even Harry is just in love with others, and it is even less likely to let Ron go.

"For insulting the professor behind his back, twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor! Also, we will be in confinement this Saturday! The Flobber caterpillars will definitely like their new companions!"

Snape mercilessly handed down the final judgment to Ron, and then he once again admired Ron's desperate look on the verge of crying, then flicked his dark cloak and wandered around the classroom. After all, it was his turn to speak.

After everything is said, it is up to them to realize the rest by themselves...

When Harry saw this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head. Because of what happened before, Ron didn't even want to sit next to him in Potions class this time.

The time for a Potions class passed quickly. Harry had a great time in this class. He packed up his textbooks contentedly and sat on his seat waiting for Snape. He still had a few questions to ask him. Let's take a look.

Can you ask him for some magical potion and use it when the Triwizard Tournament begins?

Poor Ron was different. Even his legs were weak when he stood up. If Neville hadn't helped him in time, he might have fallen down immediately.

In the cold and damp Potions classroom, coupled with the Potions Professor who usually likes to express yin and yang, it is obvious that no one will stay here too much. Almost after Snape coldly uttered the words "get out of class is over", the little wizards started to speak in groups. Pack your things and go straight to the next classroom...

"Let's go, Potter!"

Snape walked down, said something coldly, and then walked towards his office.

Harry was not angry when he saw this, and just followed silently. In the past, Snape's attitude would have been much worse than it is now.

Entering Snape's office again, Harry felt that he had not seen him for a long time. But this time was different from the past. In the past, when he came here, he almost always helped Snape to do hard work. It was never like this time...

"If you have any questions, just ask!" Snape opened his chair and sat in front of his desk. He casually glanced at the homework handed in by the Hufflepuffs this morning and frowned.

"If Voldemort really comes back~..."

"He has no chance of resurrection!"

Before Harry could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by Snape. The old bat looked away from the pile of homework with a gloomy expression and raised his head, staring at it with a pair of empty eyes.

Harry.

"How do you know he won't be resurrected?!" Harry said angrily.

"You don't have to worry about it, I just know it!" Snape sneered, and the iconic sarcastic smile returned to his face.

In recent days, the dark mark on his arm had been hot from time to time, which instantly aroused his alertness.

That thing has not made any movement since Voldemort disappeared. Now that it is suddenly hot, there is only one possibility - that is, Voldemort's power is gradually recovering and has gradually begun to affect them, the former Death Eaters.

But he didn't panic at all, because the few words Carl revealed before made him understand that he had actually been prepared for a long time, waiting for Voldemort to take the bait.

"Ha... if you want to be resurrected... how can it be possible without my father's bones?"

Snape sneered in his heart. He still clearly remembered that Carl asked about the resurrection potion two or three years ago. In fact, every conversation between him and Carl would be firmly remembered in his mind.

It seems that the vampire can really predict the future, and the things vaguely revealed must be related to something that will happen.

He should have died but did not die, lingering in the world, looking forward to the bones of his father, the flesh of his servants, and the blood of his enemies to reshape his body. Who else could he be besides his former master?

Snape couldn't think of a second partner.

Servants' meat is easy to deal with. There are many Death Eaters, so just bring one over.

As for the haters...

Thinking of this, Snape looked at Harry more and more deeply. This time he had become a warrior representing Hogwarts inexplicably. Maybe it was his boss who was plotting his blood.

No blood shed from the enemy who nearly killed him would be more effective and more ritualistic!

Both of these are alive and do not have the only factor. After all, Voldemort has many enemies. In this case, the vampire will definitely target the "father's bones"...

Potion is an extremely delicate knowledge. Any mistake in any step will cause a chain reaction...

This is what he told him at the beginning...
Chapter completed!