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In the Potions classroom.
All the Gryffindor students looked worriedly at Sherlock.
They all knew Snape was unreasonable, biased towards Slytherin, and targeted Gryffindor.
His attitude towards Harry Potter today, in particular, demonstrated this blatantly.
But they hadn't expected that besides Harry, Sherlock would also provoke him.
"What happy thought?"
Snape looked down at Sherlock, asking coldly.
"To be able to learn the precise science and strict art of Potions from such an excellent professor, isn't that a happy thought?"
Harry: '(°ー°〃)
Ron: （゜ー゜）
Hermione: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Little Lions & Little Snakes: w(Д)w
Sherlock actually said something like that!
It was utterly shocking.
Snape clearly hadn't expected Sherlock to give such an answer either. He paused, then said coldly:
"Holmes, don't try to be clever in front of me. I am not one of those fools who becomes complacent after a few compliments."
"I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression, but I am indeed speaking the truth."
Watching Holmes meet his gaze calmly, his words earnest and sincere, Snape couldn't help feeling like he had punched cotton.
"Since you are so eager to learn, presumably you know the answers to those questions?"
His words instantly made all the little lions break into a cold sweat.
Although Sherlock's performance in the previous classes had been impressive, his lackluster showing in Astronomy class just the night before yesterday inevitably caused concern.
The little snakes, on the other hand, wore expressions of schadenfreude.
As long as Gryffindor was unhappy, they were happy.
Sherlock, however, remained calm, speaking in a steady, emotionless tone:
"Powdered root of asphodel added to an infusion of wormwood makes a sleeping potion;
To find a bezoar, one needs to look in the stomach of a goat;
Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant; there is no difference."
He basically answered exactly what was asked.
Details like the sleeping potion's alias, the Draught of Living Death, the bezoar's powerful antidote properties, or that monkshood and wolfsbane are collectively known as aconite...
He didn't mention these additional points.
However.
When Snape had asked Harry the first question earlier, his expression held a hint of agony and struggle.
Though faint and fleeting, it hadn't escaped Sherlock's eyes.
So Sherlock decided to probe.
He stared intently at Snape and, deciding to test his theory, said:
"Asphodel is a type of lily. In the Victorian language of flowers, it signifies 'My regrets follow you to the grave.'
Wormwood represents 'absence' and 'bitter sorrow.'
The sleeping potion is a 'Draught of Living Death,' representing a 'hellishly bleak existence.'
In summary..."
"Enough!"
Just as both the little lions and little snakes were listening with rapt attention, a sudden roar interrupted Sherlock's description.
The already cold classroom seemed to drop several degrees in that instant.
Snape's already grim face now looked as if it could drip water. His cold, empty eyes seemed capable of boring holes into Sherlock.
"Put away your self-righteous explanations! This is a Potions classroom!
I truly suspect your brain has been hit by a troll's club, or perhaps a bezoar was simply stuffed inside it?
Because of your cleverness and those useless explanations, Gryffindor loses one point!"
Sherlock smiled.
He had gotten the answer he wanted.
And then he got into trouble again.
"What are you smiling at?"
"I just thought of..."
Before Sherlock could answer, Snape cut him off directly, "Contempt for the class! Gryffindor loses another point!"
"Professor, that's unfair!"
Hermione, who had been holding back, finally couldn't take it anymore. Having already been ordered to sit down, she stood up. "Holmes answered all the questions correctly!"
"How typically Gryffindor. Questioning the professor is a tradition, is it?"
Snape immediately turned his head. "What is your name?"
"Hermione Granger."
"Very well. For your insolence in class and openly contradicting a professor, Gryffindor loses one point."
Hermione: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
"And you, Potter! Unable to answer such simple questions and attempting to direct a professor's actions! Gryffindor loses three points."
Harry: Σ(｀д′*ノ)ノ
Upon hearing he had lost points, Harry was completely stunned.
What does this have to do with me?!
And why did I lose the most points?!
Just as he was about to speak, Ron kicked him from behind the cauldron.
"Don't talk," he whispered. "You don't want Gryffindor to lose more points because of you, do you?"
Harry: (;Д`)
The point deductions ended, but Potions class continued.
The students worked in pairs, learning to brew a simple Boil Cure potion.
Of course, the Gryffindor students' situation didn't improve.
Almost every student was criticized one by one, with only Malfoy escaping unscathed.
Harry and Sherlock, in particular, received his focused attention.
The former because Snape already viewed him through biased lenses.
The latter because of the explanation involving the language of lilies.
However, Sherlock's technique was impeccable, and Harry, carried by the master, also had no issues.
Snape tried several times to find fault but returned empty-handed each time.
Fortunately, he didn't deduct points from the other Gryffindor students, which allowed the little lions to breathe a sigh of relief.
At this critical moment, Neville, next to Sherlock and Harry, encountered a problem.
Somehow, he managed to melt Seamus's cauldron, spilling the potion onto the stone floor and burning holes in nearby students' shoes.
Acrid green smoke billowed out, followed by a loud hissing sound.
"Idiot!"
Snape roared. Just as he was about to deal with it, Sherlock had already raised his wand.
"Scourgify!"
The clean, decisive action caught Snape's eye, but his expression instantly turned cold again.
He yelled at Neville:
"I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire, did you?"
Neville was in no state to answer.
He had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron overturned and was now covered in angry red boils. Already in pain, he burst into tears under Snape's intimidating presence.
"Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape snapped at Seamus, then turned to Sherlock and Harry:
"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Did you think his mistake would make you look good? Gryffindor loses one point."
Harry: 凸(艹皿艹)
"And you, Holmes! Since you could use a spell to clean the floor, why didn't you prevent him from overturning the cauldron beforehand? Gryffindor loses another point because of you."
(End of Chapter)