Pessatuben returned to the dorm in a daze. Draco hurriedly approached him. "Where did you go?

Why didn't you come with us? "

Pessatuben didn't seem to be in the right state. His eyes were red. "Hey, what's wrong?" Draco asked worriedly.

Only then did Posthuben focus his gaze and stare at Draco. Then, he shouted, "Roar!

I scolded Severus! "

"What?!" Draco was stunned. "And then?

Did he lock you up?

Or make you copy textbooks? "

Pessatuben looked at Draco resentfully. Draco's hair stood on end. "Hey, don't be like that."

"He didn't punish me."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It's because he didn't have a chance to say anything. I even slammed his door. Oh my god, I didn't even dare look him in the eye. I was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would kill me." Pessatuben held his head.

"You … You're not exaggerating …"

"Ah — Let me die, Merlin."

Draco could only look at Pessatuben as if he were an idiot. He'd never seen Pessatuben lose his composure like this before.

Pessatuben felt like he was reaping what he sowed. He clearly needed Severus' blood, but he deliberately didn't help him. In the end, he felt sorry for Severus when he saw Severus get hurt. Now, he'd probably offended Severus.

His crime was scolding the professor.

The next morning, Pessatuben avoided Severus the entire time.

Pessatuben didn't exactly avoid Severus. After all, he still had to attend Potions class. However, Pessatuben tried his best to minimize his presence in class so that he wouldn't be mentioned by Severus. Still, Severus' gaze made him panic.

"How long have you been hiding?" Draco picked up a piece of apple pie and put it in his mouth.

Pessatuben smiled bitterly. "I didn't even attend today's potions class!"

"You're really something," Draco said sarcastically. "You didn't even say a word?"

"If you're talking about communication outside of class, I think so …"

"You've recovered, but do you know how badly we were tortured by Professor Snape?"

Draco sighed. "I don't know why, but it's like Snape has cast a Surveillance Spell on Harry. His marks have been deducted for the whole class today. Even that Lion Head Know-It-All lost a lot of marks."

"Isn't it normal that Siever doesn't like Gryffindor?" Pessatuben said.

"Normal!?" Draco sighed. "If deducting Slytherin points is considered normal …"

"Wow, then he must be very angry. I'd better hide for a while."

"But have you ever thought about it?"

Draco asked. "No matter what, as a student, there's no way you can hide from a professor. But you're still safe and sound. Maybe the professor isn't that angry?"

"Then why did he deduct Slytherin's marks?"

"Is it really that hard to guess what the master is thinking?"

As they spoke, Severus's figure floated in front of them.

Pessatuben quickly lowered his head, but Severus's target wasn't him. He sighed in relief.

"Good luck today, Potter," Severus said slowly to Harry.

Gryffindor's table was right next to Slytherin's.

"Come to think of it," Severus chuckled. "If you can deal with a monster, then Quidditch is a piece of cake, even if your opponent is Slytherin." He then limped away.

"Hey, did you see that? Professor Snape is congratulating that brat!" Draco exclaimed. "What's wrong with his leg?

Eh?

Where is he? "

Pessatuben had taken advantage of Draco's surprise to slip away.

While Severus was eating, he went to the underground office.

"Aconite."

The door opened, but the password didn't change?

Pessatuben walked to the cabinet. "One, two, three …" Not a single potion was missing!

Pessatuben realized that Severus didn't drink the potion.

"So he's still angry." Pessatuben curled his lips.

He summoned a cauldron and began to boil the potion. Half an hour was enough. The Prins' secret potion had better effects and a refreshing taste.

In the end, the big pot was boiled into a small bottle the size of half a palm. It was placed on the table by Bosatu. Before he left, he left a note: 'Prince's secret recipe. It's very rare. Drink it and you can do whatever you want with it.' There was also a description of the effects of the medicine.

"Pösa, you're finally here. I saved a seat for you." Draco was unusually enthusiastic about Quidditch.

Pessatuben took the snacks that Pansy snatched from Crabbe's hands. Crabbe obviously didn't dare to lose his temper with this strict little girl.

"Thanks, Pansy, Crabbe."

It had to be said that flying around was pretty cool.

Pessatuben didn't know much about Quidditch and was just there to join in the fun.

.

Suddenly, he saw a red figure swaying uncontrollably from side to side.

"Hey, look at Harry," Pessatuben said.

"Hmph, it must be because his skills aren't good enough." Draco also noticed and snorted.

No, that's not right. Pessatuben suddenly looked at Severus. Severus was muttering something.

"Draco, I'll leave for a moment."

"Pösa, you'll miss the best part if you leave now!"

Pessatuben waved his hand to show that he didn't care. He rushed to Severus' position as fast as he could.

Pessatuben heard the same footsteps as he climbed up the wooden ladder. Hermione had already gone up.

"How could I forget!" Pessatuben stomped his foot in annoyance and hurried to follow.

Pessatuben quietly followed behind Hermione. When Hermione pulled out her wand, he grabbed her hand.

"Ah!" Hermione jumped in fright. She turned around and saw Pessatuben. "Why are you here?

Why are you here? "

"I was just about to ask you the same thing, Miss Granger. What are you doing to your professor?" Pessatuben asked. "Intentional injury. Gryffindor deducts ten points." Pessatuben tried to scare her.

"Hey!

Harry's broom is out of control. I saw Snape chanting!

He's the one causing trouble! "Hermione argued." Hey, wait, you — don't tell me you know about this too!

You damned Slytherin, let go of me. Harry's about to fall! "

As a girl, Hermione naturally couldn't shake off Pessatuben's hand. She could only glare at him fiercely.

"Severus won't do anything to hurt Harry, I promise," Pessatuben paused for a moment. "Listen, the cheers. Harry is safe."

Hermione lifted the curtain and saw that Harry was back on his broom. She let out a sigh of relief. She turned around and walked away from Pessatuben without looking back.

Pessatuben raised his eyebrows and returned to Draco's side.

"Harry Potter caught the Golden Snitch. Gryffindor adds 150 points!"

"Gryffindor wins!"

As soon as he returned to his seat, he heard Madam Hooch's verdict.

Draco covered his face in disappointment and let out a long sigh.

Tieba patted Draco's back to comfort him.

Everyone was cheering for Harry.

Pessatuben looked at Severus.

Severus also let out a sigh of relief.

He turned his gaze to Chilo behind the professor. Chilo had an unwilling expression on his face as he clapped with a faint smile.

Harry raised the Golden Snitch up high on the field to show the pride in his heart.

"You should have seen Potter's sorry state." Draco was still angry about Gryffindor's victory.

Pessatuben raised his eyebrows. "The School Championship will only belong to Slytherin, right?"

"That's right!"

Draco's eyes lit up. "That's right. Those stupid lions will never have more points than Slytherin."

"Prins, Professor Snape is looking for you. He's in his office." As soon as he entered the dormitory, he was stopped by a senior Ravenclaw.

"Oh, okay. Thank you for passing on the message." Pessatuben looked at Draco. "It seems that you have to go back first."

Draco looked at him sympathetically. "Then, good luck."

"Aconite."

Pessatuben stepped into Severus' office. "Professor." He took a deep breath and waited for the verdict.

Severus looked up from a pile of parchments. "You have guts. You dared to fight a monster and even scold your professor." His tone was calm, like the calm before a storm.

"Uh …" Pessatuben looked at his fingers and looked at Severus from the corner of his eyes. He asked weakly, "Did you drink the potion?"

"You still dare to ask!" Severus suddenly raised his voice.

Pessatuben shrunk his neck.

"The Prins' family will be ruined by you sooner or later. Do you know how much research can be done with these materials?

But all you did was make a bottle of painkiller. "

"It's a special painkiller, Professor." Pessatuben reminded him.

Severus glared at him. "Since when did Mr. Prins learn how to hide his strength?

The homework is all standard answers. Should I be happy that you're so familiar with the potion textbook that you didn't miss a single word? "

"Professor, I think the potion textbook is the most correct!" Pessatuben said.

"Shut up.

If you weren't Slytherin, you would've already lost ten points for talking back to the professor! "

Severus took out a parchment and threw it to Pessatuben. "Write again. I'll look at it. If you don't pass, there's no dinner!"

Pessatuben took the parchment. It was obvious that he had written a standard potion homework without any distinguishing features.

He suddenly realized that his words had made Severus unhappy. After all, the potion textbook had been modified by the half-blood prince to be more reliable.

Pessatuben could only pick up a new parchment, dip his quill in ink, and start writing. He was full of ideas and didn't bother with the textbook.

Pessatuben was still upset that Severus didn't drink the potion.

Severus was probably annoyed by Pessatuben's occasional glances.

"If what I see isn't an excellent potion homework, Mr. Prins, don't even think about having a peaceful weekend this year." Severus frowned and said sternly, "The potion is good."