Harry Potter: It's just a billion points of dark magic

Severus Snape, Harry's father's rival, fucking suitor, and, now, Harry's enemy.

The instant he spoke, Harry's affection for him dropped to negative.

"What are you doing standing there? Don't you all know that this class is a Potions class?"

Professor Snape's voice was very soft, barely above a whisper.

But as someone in society said, the smaller the voice, the stronger the aura.

Snape's voice carried a cold and strong pressure, which made everyone subconsciously hold their breath and listen carefully to every word he said.

Every student he scanned, whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, subconsciously shivered.

While everyone was lowering their heads to avoid Snape's gaze, Lester raised his head fearlessly without panicking.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary students, Snape, the master of potions and head of Slytherin, was a big man who could not be offended.

But for Leicester, just kidding, no one can make him bow his head in the entire wizarding world!

Noticing Lester's straight gaze, Snape raised his eyebrows noncommittally, snorted coldly, turned and entered the classroom.

The other first-year students immediately followed in as if they had been pardoned.

"Lester, let's sit in the front row." Malfoy excitedly wanted to pull Lester to sit in the front row.

Snape was his godfather, others were afraid of Snape, but not Malfoy.

Facing Malfoy's front-row invitation, Lester refused without hesitation.

As soon as he entered the professor, Lester immediately rushed to the back corner of the Potions class.

Helpless, since the elder brother insisted on sitting there, the younger brother certainly couldn't refuse, so Malfoy had no choice but to follow.

Afterwards, Leicester's boys gathered at the back of the magic classroom scatteredly, looking at Snape's face blackened.

With an indifferent face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, Snape quietly watched the students sitting.

Every student caught Snape's attention would shiver and subconsciously quicken their pace.

Although he was not in the mood to teach the students at all right now, as the Potions professor at Hogwarts, Snape's professionalism was good.

He will not affect the quality of his teaching because of life problems.

In fact, most of the Potions courses he teaches can achieve quite good results in the Potions assessment of O.W.L (Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination).

Although the Knockturn Alley low-quality potion incident caused him a lot of losses, it even almost ruined his reputation.

But when he knew that Quirrell, who sold fake medicines, was also a professor at Hogwarts, Snape was not in a hurry.

The magic world is huge, even if all the pure-blood families in Knockturn Alley were dispatched together, they would not be able to catch Quirrell, a dog thief.

But Hogwarts is very small, if Quirrell, the bastard who framed him, really dares to come to Hogwarts, he must let this shameless slug know what cruelty is!

After simply correcting his emotions, the class bell rang, and Snape officially started the class.

Unlike Professor McGonagall, who started class right away, Professor Snape first took out the list of students, and glanced across the classroom from time to time.

Especially when he arrived at Leicester, he took a deep look at Leicester.

Lester had left some impressions on him when he was in the sorting house before, and a certain Thomson prefect who did not want to be named said that Lester had already been dissatisfied with his domineering behavior in Slytherin.

"The classroom discipline of Potions class is different from that of other classes." Snape put away the roster and said calmly, "If you are not willing to abide by the discipline of Potions class, you can leave this classroom now."

Almost none of the students even moved, and everyone sat upright.

Everyone knows that this is a slap in the face, if someone really walks out of this classroom, it will be over if you fail the Potions class or not.

Lester curled his lips, isn't this just talking nonsense, whoever dares to disrespect the professor in the first class.

Do you really think everyone is the savior and Hermione?

Besides, Umbridge is a lackey of the Minister of Magic, and he is no fart in front of Snape, so there is no comparison at all.

He talked about the three disciplinary requirements scatteredly, and many students took them seriously, and even took notes for a good student like Hermione.

Lester summed it up briefly, very simple.

One is not allowed to speak in class, points will be deducted for talking, two is not allowed to be late for class, if you are late, you will not be allowed to enter, and three is to listen carefully during class and don't do stupid things.

After writing down all the rules of Professor Snape, Lester smiled dismissively. Isn't this something that Professor B always emphasizes in the university.

Suddenly, Lester noticed Malfoy beside him who was writing furiously, and hesitantly asked, "Malfoy, what are you doing?"

It can be seen that the notes are densely written, all of which are Snape's class requirements.

Malfoy: "."

His little face flushed, and Malfoy hesitated: "I think the professor is right, so I plan to write it down."

He wouldn't tell Lester that he saw Hermione scrambling to write, so he subconsciously copied it down, and he dragged his brother to save face, okay?

Lester looked at Malfoy suspiciously, there is a problem!

In the past, Brother Yan, a student with secondary illness, had always boasted that he was proud of not obeying campus discipline, so why did he take the initiative to take notes now?

Staring at Malfoy suspiciously for a few minutes, Lester was about to speak when he heard Snape's indifferent voice.

"Lester Bader, Draco Malfoy, whispering in class, 10 points deducted from Slytherin"

Lester: "???"

The professor went crazy? I kill all my own people in Slytherin? !