HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 120 Daily Potions Class Deductions

"How did you know?" Ron asked Hermione Gene Granger, who had suddenly interrupted.

“You’ll see when you come with me.” Hermione Gene Granger led Harry and Ron out of the Great Hall and the Great Hall.

After watching the trio leave, our group sat down at the Hufflepuff table.

"Congratulations, Oliver. It seems Gryffindor is about to have another great general," Cedric said to Oliver with a smile.

"I'm not sure if Harry is up to the task either. I haven't even taken him to touch the ball yet." Oliver himself wasn't sure about Harry's abilities; he had only received the notification from Professor McGonagall.

"He'll be fine. His father is a good Seeker." James Potter was good at Quidditch, so Harry, as his son, should be no problem.

"Ayers, do you know Harry's father?" Fred asked curiously.

"You trust him so much?" George also became curious.

"You'll find out when you train together," I said with a smile, ruffling their hair.

As our group was having lunch, another small group of Slytherins walked in from the Great Hall and Great Hall, where they happened to run into the returning trio.

Then the two groups of people started arguing at the entrance of the hall.

"Oh, isn't this Saint Po Te? What does your dean want with you? Is he going to deduct your points?" You could tell it was Platinum Young Master's voice without even turning around; the sarcasm was palpable.

“Draco Malfoy!” Ron, standing next to Harry, and Draco Malfoy seemed to be at odds.

"This doesn't seem to concern you, Draco Malfoy." It's as if some switch has been flipped when Harry and Draco meet; they automatically start to mock each other.

"Saint Potter, isn't he? Otherwise, what would your Dean need you for?" The platinum-haired young master looked at the trio opposite him with a mocking expression.

"Ha~ Professor McGonagall asked Harry if he wanted to join the house's Quidditch team." Ron couldn't help but blurt out Harry's intention to join the Quidditch team just because he had said a few words to Draco Malfoy.

"Him? Isn't Harry a first-year student? How could he possibly be on the Quidditch team?" Draco Malfoy's face was contorted. This Harry Potter was able to join the school's Quidditch team in his first year; he didn't even have that kind of treatment.

"Heh~ Then you should ask your headmaster to make an exception and let you join the Quidditch team." Ron's words can be quite sharp sometimes; this was practically stabbing Draco Malfoy in the back.

"You~" Draco Malfoy was speechless after being rebuked.

"What are you doing?" Just then, Severus appeared in the Great Hall, and his stern, signature voice silenced all the young wizards in the hall.

The first-year students hadn't taken his classes yet, but they were too intimidated by his seriousness to move.

The trio and the Platinum Prince team were so intimidated by Severus's aura that they slowed their breathing.

"Professor Snape, I've finished eating. Let's go." I slowly took out a napkin to wipe my mouth, stood up, and walked towards Severus.

In public, I still refer to Severus as Professor Snape. Actually, he had invited me to brew a potion together, so he came to the Great Hall to find me.

“Come on, Ayers, I need you now.” Severus, looking serious, glanced at Harry Potter in the trio standing to one side, then at Draco Malfoy on the other side, before looking in my direction.

Draco and Harry, who had been given a special look, both felt uneasy and flinched.

"Let's go." Seeing Harry and Draco like this, I almost burst out laughing.

We followed Severus out of the Great Hall, and only after we left did the sounds of conversation return to the hall.

"Professor Snape and Ayers have left. You should all sit down and eat." Percy, as the prefect, led the three children to the Hufflepuff table to eat.

"Percy, which professor was that?" Hermione Gene Granger, who had been silent until now, asked Percy, who was sitting next to her, with curiosity.

“Professor Severus Snape, the professor of Potions,” Fred answered before Percy could even reply.

“He is the head of Slytherin, and also our Gryffindor’s number one enemy,” George chimed in.

"Why is he called our Gryffindor's number one enemy?" Ron asked curiously as he finally got to eat the food we usually eat.

"Because Professor Snape never gave any Gryffindor a friendly look and would deduct points at the drop of a hat, except for Slytherin who was a bit nicer, the other houses were all afraid of him," Oliver explained to the first-year students, afraid that they would offend Professor Snape.

“No wonder he was so friendly to Senior Ayers.” Harry could feel that Professor Snape’s gaze at him just now was really terrifying, as if he was about to kill him, but it was different when he looked at Senior Ayers, he was very gentle.

“Professor Snape’s feelings for Ayers were more than just friendliness; he was practically the apple of his eye.” Fred had experienced being targeted by Snape firsthand.

“Not just Professor Snape, Ayers is the apple of every professor’s eye.” George also explained my status at Hogwarts to the new students.

"We seem to have Potions class this afternoon." Hermione Gene Granger recalled that they did have Potions class today.

"Then you'd better be prepared, Professor Snape will definitely ask you questions." Percy gave them another friendly piece of advice, as none of the Gryffindors could escape Professor Snape's venomous spray.

"Is it really that scary?" Harry was a little skeptical, especially with Ron sitting next to him, who was just giving up. He had originally planned to go and read a book, but in the end, he didn't.

As you can imagine, after their first-year Potions class that afternoon, their Gryffindor house hourglasses dwindled again, a sign of points being deducted.

"Oh ho~ How was your new Potions class today?" George asked gleefully, hooking his arm around his younger brother Ron's shoulder.

"Isn't it interesting?" Fred said with a playful laugh, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder.

“Not good at all, Professor Snape deducted 10 points from me.” Ron was numb and listless.

“Ron is alright, but I lost 15 points, and I don’t even know what I did wrong to get points deducted.” Harry was even more listless; he didn’t know why he had points deducted.

"Haha, you'll get used to it." Fred and George are both professional at getting points deducted; their school is Gryffindor.

"I just gained points not long ago, and you guys took them all away." Percy delivered a death ray.