"Link Flamel! Stay after class."
As soon as Snape said this, Link's original movement of packing his things instantly froze.
He indeed hoped that Professor Snape would neither be surprisingly good to him like Sprout and Madam Pomfrey, nor would he hope for Snape to target him.
You must know, this is the famous Snape. Being kept after class by him, could there still be anything good?
In an instant, Link's face immediately darkened.
And many people around also cast sympathetic glances toward Link. Even though they also didn't particularly like Link, if really discussing the degree of dislike, Snape obviously surpassed it even more.
So there actually weren't many people gloating.
But sympathy was just sympathy; staying behind to speak good words for Link was absolutely nonexistent.
After hearing Snape's instructions, they instead sped up their movements, even John, who always liked to crowd around Link, was the same, looking like he was afraid of being kept after class too.
After a short while, the entire Potions classroom only had Link and Snape left.
"Come with me."
Snape coldly threw down these words, and then without looking back, walked out through another exit at the back of the classroom.
Seeing this, Link hurried to follow.
Snape's office was not far from the Potions classroom. The two of them were silent along the way and quickly arrived.
This place was also a basement. After passing through a dark corridor and an arched stone door, a stone room covering about 80 square meters appeared before Link.
Logically speaking, 80 square meters of space used only by Snape should be quite spacious.
But Link's first impression of this place was small and cramped.
Because everywhere here was filled with bottles and jars of different sizes, some even containing unknown, bizarre liquids, their terrifying colors making people not even want to approach them.
At the center of the room was a huge wooden workbench, neatly arranged with a full set of potion-making tools. In a crucible slightly to the right, something was even still being stewed, with a greenish-black smoke slowly floating up from it.
After returning, Snape didn't bother with Link, but immediately went to check on the crucible.
Only to see him carefully pick up a glass rod, stirring the contents a few times, then adding some strange things into it. His originally furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.
Standing at the door, Link naturally also saw this scene but dared not ask. He could only continue standing still.
However, after thinking all the way here, he had already calmed down.
In his view, even if Snape really lost his mind and wanted to target him, it wouldn't be too overboard.
You must know, he was covered by Professor Sprout. Although Professor Sprout had not protected Hufflepuff's reputation by suppressing students from other houses, she still would not tolerate other professors bullying Link.
Since that was the case, Link had nothing to fear.
Thinking like this, the last trace of tension in Link's eyes gradually dissipated. Instead, he stood on tiptoe with great interest, watching Snape's operation.
Snape naturally noticed Link's little movements, but he did not stop him, just continued making the unknown potion by himself.
After about another twenty minutes, as the liquid in the crucible changed from disgusting greenish-black to a dangerous dark purple, the unknown potion was finally finished.
Snape nodded, picked up a giant steel tongs, clamped the crucible, and poured all the potion into a stone cup, finally handing it to Link.
This movement left Link dumbfounded. He looked at Snape's ever-deadpan face, then looked at the cup where the potion was still bubbling hot, his big eyes full of confusion.
Seeing this, Snape impatiently pushed the cup closer again, "Drink it."
Snape's words made the expression on Link's face extremely colorful.
He suddenly remembered that in the original owner's diary, there were indeed records about Professor Snape making him drink potions. This kind of thing had been happening since his first enrollment, about once a week, and by calculation, today was indeed the day to drink it.
In an instant, countless terrifying thoughts flashed through Link's mind.
Among them, "drug experiments", "live body testing" and similar words appeared very frequently.
"Tarantallegra!"
Almost without hesitation, Link, pale-faced, instantly pulled out his wand and cast a dancing spell at Snape, then without even checking if it hit, turned around and ran toward the door.
Snape obviously did not expect Link to dare to do this. He first froze for a moment, then instinctively raised his right hand.
A bright flash exploded fiercely in the air. The dancing spell shot by Link was reflected back faster than when it came, precisely hitting Link's back.
Link's movements froze. He looked back at Snape in disbelief, and then his feet uncontrollably started dancing tap dance.
"Mr. Flamel, truly surprising, you actually dared to aim your wand at a professor." Snape, with a dark face, slowly approached Link, then yelled near his face, "50 points from Hufflepuff!"
Feeling Snape's spit fall on his face, Link's mouth twitched a few times, then he was about to speak.
However, Snape didn't give him the chance. With a strong pinch of his left hand, he forced open Link's mouth, then poured the entire cup of dark purple potion into Link's mouth.
A bitterness several times stronger than bitter medicine granules spread in Link's mouth.
He instinctively wanted to spit it out, but Snape waved his big hand, and a strange force sealed Link's mouth.
At this point, Link was desperate and could only let the bitterness spread in his mouth.
However, strangely, although this potion tasted bitter, after entering his stomach, it turned into a warm current that began to flow through his body.
This feeling was very comfortable, making Link feel like he was full and basking in the winter sun. Under its influence, Link's originally agitated emotions gradually calmed down, and a wave of drowsiness hit him.
He tried hard not to close his eyes, but at this moment, his eyelids felt like they weighed a thousand pounds. Finally, following that warm current rushing to the area below his navel, Link shivered pleasantly and finally closed his eyes.
Seeing Link's breathing gradually calm down, Snape nodded, lifted the dancing curse still making the sleeping Link tap dance, and carefully carried him to the sofa in the corner.
After finishing everything, Snape breathed a sigh of relief and was about to return to the workbench, but then remembered something, turned back, and covered Link with a shabby blanket.
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