HARRY POTTER: I AM THE WHITE LORD

Chapter 83 Severus, Why Are You Turning Your Elbows Towards Gryffindor?

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Just one week had passed, and Gryffindor's house score had already pulled far ahead of other houses.

Looking at the ruby in the Gryffindor score column, Sebastian was a little restless.

What was going on?

Wasn't it just ten days after the start of school?

Why was Gryffindor's score nearly 50 points higher than the second place?

After asking a few students, Sebastian, who had figured out the reason, walked angrily towards the basement.

He had been worried that Dumbledore would give Gryffindor extra points at the end of the semester.

Unexpectedly, there was no need to wait, and the head of Slytherin had become a traitor.

Bang!

The door of Snape's office was slammed open.

Snape, who was brewing a potion, just glanced at the person who came, and then turned his attention back to the vitality tonic in the crucible.

"It seems that Professor Swann's mind is full of Achnatherum splendens again, and he has even forgotten the most basic etiquette."

"Oh! I see, it must be that Professor Swann's glory is gone, and the limelight has been taken away by Professor Lockhart."

"But please be merciful and don't vent your anger on the poor Potions Professor, okay?"

When it comes to venomous tongue, Sebastian clearly knows that he is no match for Snape.

So, facing Snape's sarcasm, Sebastian pretended not to hear it.

Immune!

Moreover, it is actually very simple to break Snape's defense. In this regard, Sebastian has always had his own unique skills.

He released his magic perception and carefully sensed the potion in the crucible.

"The blackroot was added too late, otherwise the quality of the potion could be improved a little more."

Hearing this, Snape's breathing became heavier. He was just about to say a few sarcastic words when he was interrupted by Sebastian.

"Don't talk, now, stir the potion quickly."

Humph!

This potion is completely unpreparable!

Snape suppressed his unhappiness and put the stirring stick into the potion and stirred it clockwise for seven times.

When the potion in the crucible was completely stable, he stood up straight, looked at Sebastian with a squint, and said unhappily: "What's the matter

with Gryffindor's house points? Can you trouble this poor potion professor to explain it?"

"Oh," Snape threw his black robe and returned to his seat, "It's just some reasonable extra points."

Reasonable extra points?

Sebastian was completely amused. He stood up straight and imitated Snape's way of speaking slowly.

"Mr. Potter, congratulations on becoming a first-year assistant teacher in Potions. 10 points."

"Mr. Potter's posture in brewing potions is very standard. 5 points."

"Mr. Potter, you are the first to brew the scabies potion. 5 points."

"Mr. Potter, when Neville put the porcupine quills into the crucible, you reminded him in time and prevented a disaster. 20 points."

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Seeing Sebastian imitating him, Snape was furious.

He straightened his black robe and replied in a flat tone.

"As a professor of Potions, I have the right to give extra points to outstanding students."

You are so tough!

Fortunately, Voldemort didn't know that your mouth was such a top-level alchemical material.

If Voldemort used your mouth to refine Horcruxes directly, even the fangs of the basilisk and the sword of Gryffindor could not stop him from winning.

Sebastian sneered and took out a parchment filled with assistant regulations and placed it in front of Snape.

"Please take your eyes off Harry and read the regulations carefully."

"Teaching assistants are paid by Hogwarts, so it is natural for Harry to help his classmates in Potions class. This is the duty of teaching assistants. It would be excessive if you add more points."

"You should at least pay attention to the impact!"

Snape said expressionlessly, picking up the regulations and reading them carefully.

Knock, knock, knock!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Snape maintained his reading posture and said without raising his head: "Come in!"

The door opened, and a third-year Slytherin wizard walked in. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Sebastian.

"Thank God, Professor Swan, you are really here. Please go to the auditorium quickly. Malfoy is going to duel with Potter."

Hearing this, Sebastian turned his head and looked at Snape, and then they set off towards the auditorium together.

Before reaching the door of the auditorium, Sebastian heard Ron's shouting from inside.

"Fred and George, you two traitors, instead of helping Harry to deal with Slytherin, you agreed with Marcus to arrange for someone to find the professor."

"You just got selected for the school team and you started to flatter the captain, right?!"

"You two spineless guys!"

"Ron!" Hermione's voice sounded, "This kind of thing really requires the professor to step in."

"Little Ronnie," Fred replied to Ron with a smile, "It has nothing to do with Marcus. Even if he doesn't arrange for someone to find Professor Swan, we will find him."

"Yes," George also echoed, "As long as there is a conflict between students from different colleges, they must go to Professor Swan. This is the rule set by Professor Swan."

"I said, don't call me Little Ronnie!"

Hearing the twins' explanation, Ron was still a little indignant, so he muttered softly.

"Professor Swan is from Slytherin, who can guarantee that he won't be biased."

"Hehe," Marcus, who was standing behind Malfoy, chuckled, "Don't worry, Professor Swan has always been fair."

Marcus laughed in his heart.

In this regard, he has personal experience.

When he first joined the school team last year, he had a conflict with students from other colleges.

As a result, after Professor Swan learned the whole story, he not only deducted his points, but also personally watched him recite the school rules and regulations for an hour at the door of the auditorium during dinner.

Since then, Marcus has been a staunch supporter of maintaining peace in the academy.

Gradually, conflicts between the academies have become less frequent.

After all, no one wants to be treated like a monkey standing at the door of the auditorium.

Thinking of this, Marcus felt a little hopeful and smiled with a gloating smile.

Seeing Marcus's malicious smile, Hermione was a little worried. She couldn't tell what was wrong.

She glanced at the crowd and found that there was no tense atmosphere except Malfoy's uneasy face.

Both Gryffindor and Slytherin students looked like they were watching a good show.

It seemed that everyone was looking forward to the arrival of Professor Swan.

"The professor is here!"

A shout came from a distance, and then the crowd parted to both sides, revealing several little kids standing in the middle.

Sebastian walked in, and in the students' introductions, he immediately understood that it was the conflict caused by Neville's memory ball in the first flying class.

"Mr. Malfoy, Slytherin will deduct 10 points for bullying your classmates."

Sebastian cleared a clean area and said to Malfoy and Harry.

"Aren't you going to duel?"

"Professor Snape and I will personally witness it for you."

"Come on, both players, please take your positions!"