I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Sean's honest expression couldn't hold anymore. He didn't expect that Snape would have a showdown?

He opened his mouth to say something.

But Snape continued: "Do you think that you can do whatever you want with Dumbledore's favor?"

"Do you know how stupid your behavior is?"

"If the Dark Lord is unscrupulous, do you think you can survive with your little cleverness?"

Snape's eyes were cold, his expression gloomy as if water could drip.

Sean spread his hands: "I choose to trust Professor Dumbledore."

Snape snorted coldly: "Do you think that after getting some news from Dumbledore, you feel that you are superior to others and can be defiant?"

Sean was sorting out what Snape showed in his mind at the moment. Looking at this picture, Snape should know a lot of inside information...

So, he locked himself up because he angered Riddle, and he needed to make time for Riddle to calm down. Snape was really protecting himself... although the object of protection made him reluctant.

Sean said casually, "No, Professor."

Snape was obviously extremely disgusted with Sean's attitude. He tossed his robes and put his hands on the desk: "Don't let me see such stupid behavior again, Wallup—"

Sean blinked and asked curiously, "Professor, who are you working for? Mr. Grindelwald? Professor Dumbledore? Or Tom Riddle, of course, the latter doesn't look like..."

Snape narrowed his eyes, his leaning forward body slowly stood up, and then he raised his chin slightly and said stiffly: "The arrogance is hopeless... Wallup, understand those who you don't deserve. Secrets make you proud, right? But you think too much of yourself, and you don't need to worry about these things."

"Oh, I'm just curious, professor." Sean spread his hands innocently.

"Put away your curiosity!" Snape shouted angrily, "Now, it's your confinement time!"

Sean pouted, then began his punishment under Snape's gaze.

He needs to pick out the rotting and stinking ones from the pile of Flobber caterpillars, and the rest will be the herbs for the next potions class.

This is obviously not a good job, the smell of the Flobber caterpillar is worse than the cowshed that has not been cleaned for two months in the ranch of Sean's uncle's ranch, and every half hour, Sean has to stand up and take a breath fresh air.

Snape was writing something behind the desk, and when Sean stood up, he didn't even look at him, and he didn't seem to want to talk to Sean at all.

After laboriously picking out a bucket of caterpillars, Sean stood up and took a few breaths of fresh air, then straightened his sore back.

He glanced at his watch, it was already afternoon, but he hadn't eaten yet, and Snape didn't even move when he sat there like he didn't need to eat.

Torment... Sean sighed, and then put his eyes on the specimen jar by the wall.

Those jars were full of things he had never seen before, weird and chilling things soaked in green potion.

However, Sean's immunity to these things is not bad, and he is just watching it as a curious thing at the moment.

"You're here for confinement, not for a visit!" Snape's gloomy voice suddenly sounded.

Sean turned his head and saw Snape's malicious eyes.

"I see, Professor." He bent down to sit down and resume his work.

"A person who can't even brew a pot of qualified potion will just stare at these things in a daze." Snape mocked.

"Professor, I'm just curious..." Sean was a little unhappy, he just took a look while he was resting.

"Looks like the arrogant genius is trying to prove he's not so stupid," Snape said. "So, what's in the square jar on the third shelf from the left?"

Isn't this confinement? How did you get the knowledge of potions... He muttered and looked at the jar, which contained something like a handful of hay.

Sean recalled the knowledge in his mind and found that there was no relevant memory.

"I don't know, Professor."

Snape's sarcastic voice sounded: "Looks like you can't prove anything, Mr. Wallop."

"Let me tell you, this is the flint grass I just talked about in the last class. It can be used to make magic medicine directly when it is fresh, but it must be soaked in ice water after drying to prevent it from spontaneous combustion, because the grass roots will There were sparks and hot gas coming out constantly."

Sean glanced at the jar, and sure enough, a few bubbles would pop up from the hay roots in the water from time to time.

However, this class didn't talk about what happened after drying...

"It doesn't seem like you thought about expanding on what you learned in class at all, but, to be expected," Snape said, "a fool never sees his own foolishness, much less thinks how to do it. to make up for it."

Sean rolled his eyes where Snape couldn't see, this old bat's mouth really stinks...

"Professor, UU reading www.uukanshu.com If you think I'm not good at studying, why don't you let me find some books about potions?" Sean couldn't help but retorted.

Snape's voice was filled with disdain: "Even if you have learned the basic potion well, do you still want to understand the deeper beauty?"

"I originally had this notebook so I could study it..." Sean muttered.

Then he heard the creaking sound of the chair being moved back suddenly, and the owner of the chair suddenly stood up.

Sean turned his head, Snape's face was gloomy, he crossed the desk and came to Sean.

"Do you think you are worthy of that notebook?" Snape's voice sounded like he had just been fished out of a specimen jar.

"Oh, I thought it was given to me by Professor Slughorn..." Sean shrugged.

Snape's face got closer, and Sean could almost see the oil on his hooked nose.

"Do you think you're funny, Wallup?"

Sean's face froze, it was over, he was addicted to talking back, and brought up the fireworks thing...

"No, Professor."

Snape almost pushed Sean against the wall, his eyes full of gloom.

"The thrill of getting a secret, isn't it? Let me guess, who would tell you such boring tidbits and use it as a joke?"

Snape narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are very familiar with Potter, I think, old Potter or Black's black dog?"

Sean wanted to say, you misunderstood, I'm not familiar with those two at all...

He smiled shyly: "Professor, if I say that the fireworks are just a misunderstanding..."

Snape grabbed Sean by the collar.

"Get out of my office!"