"Professor Mcgonagall, this is Slytherin's second-year Transfiguration thesis. All the second-year students are here." Pessatuben placed a thick stack of parchment papers on the table in front of Professor Mcgonagall.

Professor Mcgonagall smiled at Pessatuben. "Thank you, Mr. Prins. I have to say, your use of the spell is exquisite. I really want to give you an extra point for this."

"Thank you, Professor Mcgonagall. I think I'll be able to earn more glory for Slytherin in the future."

Originally, Posatu liked this stern but reasonable professor very much. He had a very good impression of him.

'Wait, what's that?' Pessatuben suddenly looked out of the window. A figure was flying closer and closer.

Professor Mcgonagall obviously noticed this as well.

"The first-year flying class is only the first class, and they're already in the sky?" Pessatuben questioned. He then realized that it was probably Harry.

Draco was flirting with Harry again.

Just when Professor Mcgonagall thought that Harry was going to hit the glass, Harry reached out and grabbed a ball. He stopped, turned around, and flew away in a very cool way.

Obviously, Harry didn't realize that the two people behind the window had seen everything.

"That's an amazing flight." Pessatuben sighed to Professor Mcgonagall.

Professor Mcgonagall's serious expression was thoughtful. "Prins, you can go back now.

I need to go out for a while. "

"Yes, Professor."

"Did you hear?

Harry Potter is Gryffindor's new ball seeker.

”

The headless Nick floated past Pessatuben.

Pessatuben walked past Draco. "Did you go looking for trouble with Harry again?" It sounded like a question, but it was clearly a statement.

"What do you mean by looking for trouble?" Draco said angrily. "Who asked him to go against me?

Damn that Potter!

I haven't even entered Quidditch's team yet, and he actually got in as a first year. "

"Is our little prince jealous?" Pessatuben teased.

He was met with a sharp glare and a dashing figure.

"Oh, you hit the nail on the head." Pessatuben was amused.

"Congratulations, Harry," Pessatuben whispered to Harry as he passed by the trio.

He soon disappeared from Harry's sight.

"Oh, a Slytherin congratulating a Gryffindor." Ron sighed. "I'm going blind."

"Prins is pretty good."

Hermione had always been kind to people who were knowledgeable. "At least in the field of potions, we don't have to worry about being scolded by Professor Snape. We can ask him directly. Harry has a good relationship with him.

Right, Harry? "

"I think." Harry scratched his head. "Probably."

"Pösa, have you heard? Gringotts was robbed!" Draco sighed to Pessatuben the moment he entered the dormitory. "What are you writing?

Such a long piece of parchment. "

"Just some papers. Severus told me to write them."

Pessatuben said without turning his head. "You just found out that Gringotts was robbed? I thought you knew about it in the afternoon. After all, many people received the news."

"Tsk, even a place like Gringotts can be robbed. Are those sprites just decorations?" Draco said with dissatisfaction. "Fortunately, we didn't store anything in Gringotts.

Ever since the sprite rebellion, my father had a bad impression of these unfriendly creatures. "

"Sprite rebellion."

Pessatuben stopped writing. "But Gringotts is after all the safest place besides Hogwarts, isn't it?"

"Wow, wow, Pösa, you can't be serious. You put all your assets in Gringotts?"

"That's not it, only a part of it." Pessatuben said. "As a family of potions, the most valuable asset isn't Nat." "Hey, what did Godfather leave for you? Is he also so strict with you?" Draco came over to take a look.

"An improved potion formula."

Pessatuben left some space for Draco. "I'm actually quite happy that Severus gave me something that no one else but me could accomplish. This shows how important I am to him."

Draco looked at Pessatuben's infatuated expression with disdain. "I really should let those girls who thought you were hard to get along with see you now. That disgusting face of yours is simply disillusioning."

"That's right." Pessatuben was obviously proud of this.

"I'm sighing again. I really don't understand what you see in Godfather." Draco shook his head helplessly.

"You'll find out eventually." Pessatuben rubbed his chin. "You're too young to understand."

"Tsk — — You speak as if you're much older than me."

The next afternoon, Pessatuben brought the parchment filled with writing to Severus's office.

"Aconite" said the password, and the door opened naturally. Normally, the password could be maintained for one to two months.

Severus probably hadn't finished his class yet, so there was no one in the office. A note was left on the desk.

Experiment on your own first. Be careful when I'm not around.

After a year of working together, Severus was confident in Pessatuben's abilities.

"Alright." Thinking that, Posituben placed a clean crucible on the shelf and took out the materials he needed from the material rack. "Mandrake, Mandrake, found it!"

Pessatuben's experiment this time was about powerful recovery potions. There were two types of potions. One was to increase the potion's efficacy and use fewer materials to create potions of better quality. The other was to replace rare and precious materials with materials of similar attributes to ensure the potion's usefulness.

"Damn that Potter. He's just like his arrogant father," Severus muttered as he walked in aggressively.

"Professor Snape?"

Pessatuben pretended not to hear anything. After making sure he didn't need to pay too much attention to the items in the crucible, he greeted Severus.

Normally, Severus wouldn't lose his temper at a critical moment in a potion production.

Obviously, Severus was very lenient when it came to potions, as long as Severus didn't cross his bottom line. Of course, this was only for Pessatuben.

According to Draco, "Godfather is very strict. I was making the most common blood tonic when I sneezed because I had a cold. Did you know?

He told me to copy an entire book of A Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. An entire book!

What's worse is that my father was laughing at me! "

"Prins, what do you think of Professor Chilo?" Severus suddenly asked.

"?" Pessatuben was clearly taken aback by the question.

"Shut your mouth. You look so stupid right now." Severus frowned, his hands still correcting the homework.

"Yeah." Pessatuben realized that Severus was starting to suspect Chilo. "He's very strange. He's timid and stutters, but he teaches Defense Against Dark Magic."

"Hmph, it's obvious. If even you know about it, how could Dumbledore not know about it? He even let him be the Defense Against Black Magic Professor. What a waste of resources!" Severus drew a line in the sand.

After a while, Pessatuben poured the potion from the crucible into a small glass bottle.

"Professor Snape, the potion is complete. I also made the blood tonic and blood tonic. I don't think there are many of them left in your cabinet," Pessatuben said to Severus.

Severus raised his head and looked deeply at Pessatuben.

Persatuben was almost embarrassed by her stare.

After a while, Severus said fiercely, "Oh, should I thank you for sharing your professor's heavy workload, or should I criticize you? An arrogant second-year student actually dared to brew three potions at the same time without the professor's supervision?

Even if you're a Prins.

Oh, I should be glad that your poor professor didn't have to see the tragic scene of the pot exploding. "

Severus stepped forward and picked up a bottle of blood tonic. He studied it for a while. "A perfect potion. It seems like it gave you confidence?"

Pessatuben didn't say anything, but he was secretly laughing. Ah, Severus is worried about me.

"You've completed your task for today. As the professor you assisted, Slytherin gets ten points," Severus said. "Now, go back to your dorm."

"Okay. Good night, Professor Snape. Rest early."

Pessatuben heard a disdainful snort a second after he stepped out of the office.

Halloween was fast approaching.

The hall was decorated just like last year's Halloween.

The food was still sumptuous.

Pessatuben looked at Gryffindor's long table. Obviously, Know-It-All Granger wasn't there.

"Pösa, what are you looking at?" Draco saw Pessatuben's uneasy expression and asked with concern.

"No, nothing.

Hermione isn't here, "Pessatuben said.

"Oh my god, you're actually concerned about a Gryffindor!?" Draco pursed his lips.

"I feel like something's going to happen today."

Pessatuben looked at Draco. Just wait, Chilo is going to appear. Wait, the professor is going to be bitten by Luwei?

Draco said carefully, "Didn't you say you liked —" He looked at Severus on the professor's seat.

"Don't overthink it. I won't change my mind." Pessatuben pushed Draco's shoulder away.

"What do you mean change your mind?" Pansy suddenly moved closer.

"Nothing. It's a secret between men."

Draco rolled his eyes in response.

"Troll!" The door was pushed open. The timid Professor Chilo ran in and shouted.

"Troll!

Troll ran in!

Professor Underground! "He took a deep breath and said," Do you know? "

Then he fell to the ground with a thud and lost consciousness.

Following Quirrell's collapse, as if confirming the uneasiness that Posatuben had told Draco earlier, a sudden clap of thunder rang out and the entire auditorium was thrown into chaos. Regardless of whether it was the seniors or juniors, everyone was shouting in panic.

Draco looked at Posatuben in horror. Posatuben also looked surprised, trying to show that he was surprised as well.

The professors were also shocked.

"Silence!" Dumbledore shouted, calming the students down.

"Everyone, don't panic. Don't panic!"

Dumbledore continued, "Now, leaders, lead the students back to their dorms. Professors, follow me to the basement."