Thinking this, Ron rewarded himself with two chicken legs at dinner.
The chicken legs at Hogwarts are truly nourishing~
In the afternoon, Harry found Professor Snape.
"Professor, I'd like to request..."
"Oh?" Professor Snape didn't even lift his eyelids.
"I want to go to the edge of the Forbidden Forest tonight." Harry said quickly.
Professor Snape said impatiently, "I think if you've woken up, you should know that your poor old professor is just a Professor of Potions, not the headmaster of Hogwarts, or the head of Gryffindor."
"But you're in charge of the entrance..." Harry murmured.
Snape slowly lifted his head, pulling out a greasy smile.
"No."
A helpless Harry could only choose to abandon the plan for the day, regretfully notifying Cedric that the training would be temporarily canceled, and the next schedule to be determined—
He needs to handle Professor Snape first.
Back in the dormitory, he told Hermione about it.
"I remember..." Hermione suddenly said, "You once mentioned that Snape and your father... didn't get along very well, but he grew up with your mother, and you... look like your father, but have your mother's eyes."
"Yeah." Harry didn't know what Hermione was getting at.
"I suggest..." Hermione pondered for a moment, "Do you remember that in the Muggle World we have something called a face mask?"
"A face mask?" Harry asked, unsure of how a face mask was related to these matters.
Could it be that we stick the face mask over Professor Snape's eyes so he can't see our actions? He wondered.
"Yes, a face mask." Hermione nodded earnestly, "Think about it, if you wear a face mask to cover your face while only showing your green eyes, wouldn't Professor Snape be unable to see the face he somewhat resents?"
Say no more, really, say no more.
Harry thought Hermione's plan was quite good.
"But what's the reason?" Harry sighed, "I mean, you can't just wear a face mask for no reason, right?"
"Simple." Hermione gave him a reassuring look, wrote a letter, and handed it to Harry, "Let Hedwig take it back, to my dad—"
Although dubious, Harry, knowing Hermione's intelligence, chose to trust her.
On Friday at noon, as they were eating in the hall, they saw Hedwig carrying a large plastic bag flying in.
She flew accurately, and with a thud, the large plastic bag landed in Harry's lap.
Harry initially thought it would be heavy, but to his surprise, it was unexpectedly light.
"It's face masks." Hermione said, "My dad is a dentist, and I asked him for some, just right for us to use."
"But what's the reason?" Ron asked with a chicken leg in hand.
"Reason?" Hermione smiled, "It's for class use, of course."
"No, I don't mean the reason to ask Uncle Askin for face masks." Ron said, "I'm asking, how do you explain it to Professor Snape?"
"Just wait and see." Hermione huffed.
That afternoon, Gryffindor had their Magic Potion Class.
"Alright, everyone put them on." Hermione began distributing face masks to the Gryffindor students, "Especially you, Harry, make sure to wear it properly and don't show your face, understood?"
"Okay." Harry reluctantly nodded, not believing these things would be useful.
"Hey, Granger." Draco frowned, "You don't really think these Muggle gadgets have any use in Magic Potion Class, do you?"
"Do you want one?" Harry picked up a face mask from the table.
Seeing that the "Great-Uncle" had spoken, Draco nodded decisively without another word.
"Yes!"
When Professor Snape entered the classroom and saw a group of students wearing face masks, he was clearly taken aback.
"What on earth are you all doing?" Snape asked coldly.
"It was Granger's idea." Draco was the first to point out, but he didn't remove his mask.
Snape snorted and walked over to Hermione.
"Well, foolish girl." Professor Snape said calmly, "You don't really think Muggle things have a place in Magic Potion Class, do you?"
"But it can prevent our saliva from splashing into the potions, or protect our respiratory tract if the potion brews go wrong." Hermione said calmly.
Snape's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile.
He was about to unleash a venom-spray Lv.Max at Hermione, but then he saw Harry at the side.
What a beautiful pair of green eyes...
The key thing was, he couldn't see Potter's annoying face...
Snape suddenly felt that spraying venom wasn't so necessary.
It might be appropriate to give young students from other houses a chance, he thought.
Thus, he reluctantly said, "I'll concede that your little cleverness has some use, Miss Granger."
With that, he turned and left Hermione's desk.
Hermione gave a victory sign to Harry, the plan was initially successful.
This lesson, they were still brewing the scabies potion—Professor Snape learned from Lockhart, perfecting through practice.
Professor Snape began patrolling the classroom after assigning tasks.
He glanced around, very satisfied with everyone's potion brewing progress.
When he stood next to Hermione, he lingered for a while.
Hermione was carefully grinding ingredients, occasionally stealing a glance at Snape.
"There's nothing worth looking at on my face, silly girl." Snape said softly.
Hermione quickly continued grinding, and once everything was ready, she put the potion in the cauldron.
However, with Snape watching nearby, it was natural to feel nervous.
While stirring, she unexpectedly used her left hand instead of her usual right hand.
"Miss Granger—" Snape's voice rang out.
Hearing Snape call her name, the Slytherin students burst into laughter, turning to see what mistake Hermione had made.
They thought she would definitely lose points, everyone did.
Gryffindor students also began to worry, as Professor Snape was notorious for snapping away Gryffindor points without blinking...
However, to everyone's surprise, Professor Snape was not inclined to take points away from Gryffindor.
"Skillfully using your left hand, able to adapt flexibly." Snape said slickly, "Twenty points to Gryffindor, as always, outstanding, Miss Granger."
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