Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

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Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

His eyes met Snape's with an open and honest gaze, devoid of any cunning.

Snape was stunned.

He turned around somewhat awkwardly.

"Alright, I need to go to class now. Dumbledore, you figure out how to get into Slytherin yourself!"

He raised his wand and left his office like a gust of wind.

Damn Dumbledore!

……

In Potions class, he met the famous Harry Potter for the first time.

Looking at that face that resembled James Potter so much, he almost pulled out his wand and gave him an Avada Kedavra.

However, he managed to suppress the impulse.

To quell his anger, he began questioning Harry Potter.

however……

idiot.

I don’t know anything.

She didn't inherit any of Lily's excellence! However...

Seeing Harry Potter's angry but speechless expression after being penalized, he found himself feeling surprisingly pleased.

Porter has this function too?

Snape thought to himself, "This Potter isn't entirely useless."

At the very least, it can make him laugh.

So he started wandering around the classroom, trying to catch Harry Potter making other mistakes.

The anger that he had been holding back in front of Dumbledore gradually subsided.

However, those students were too stupid.

So many mistakes! Did they even read the book? Idiots!

"Teacher, I've finished."

Darren Porter? Snape raised an eyebrow.

This brat dares to approach him on his own initiative?

Weren't others afraid of him dying? But it's all done?

He walked over, slightly excited.

Did this child inherit Lily's learning talent?

In the past two days, he has heard other professors marvel at the young man's talent more than once.

Are potions one too?

"What?!" Snape was shocked.

The color of this potion is completely different from the one in the textbook.

It appears more profound.

However, Snape, the Potions Master, was so shocked that he was speechless.

Improved potions!

Improving potions requires not only exceptional potion-making talent but also a strong capacity for innovation.

As far as he knew, there were basically only a handful of families in the magical world with the ability to create innovative potions.

Could it be that Lily's family has ancestral blood from several different families? That's not hard to understand.

It's common for wizards to give birth to Squibs, send them to live among ordinary people, sever ties with them, and then have wizards reappear several generations later.

This child has inherited all the genes perfectly.

Snape was almost in tears.

He felt that if he and Lily really had a child, then the child would be just like this.

just.

Lily...

He gave a bitter laugh...

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Chapter 770 Extra Chapter—Snape's Extra Chapter!!

Snape's mood suddenly turned sour.

He resumed his sniping activities in the classroom.

Harry Potter's angry face, in particular, gave him a sense of satisfaction and comfort.

until.

"Oh!"

Snape turned around quickly.

who is it?

Who blew up the crucible? It happens every year.

He should have advised Dumbledore to expel those without potion-making talent from his classes.

It's so annoying.

Snape thought unhappily.

They weren't in a hurry at all.

Those little brats deserve to be taught a lesson.

If you get boils after being doused with the potion, you'll have to go to the school infirmary!

As he was thinking this, he saw Darren Porter carrying that idiot's cauldron and running toward the door.

Idiot! Fool! That's a magic potion, okay? You tried to hug it with your hands?

Isn't he afraid of spending some time in the school clinic?

Mrs. Pomfrey said that on the train, she was so worried that if she drank a potion she would sleep in the school infirmary for three days, and she was even a little afraid to drink the potion.

So now you're not afraid anymore?

He knew it; that little brat was kind to the point of being stupid.

The Sorting Hat was insane to put someone like that in Slytherin.

"Sweeped up completely!"

Snape chased after Darren Potter and wiped the pile of things out of his hands with a wave of his wand.

He even took a closer look at the little boy's hands. They were fair and tender, which was good. Luckily, they had survived. He had thought he was going to St. Mungo's to see him!

Snape gave a mocking smile.

I picked up my wand, wanting to whack this brat on the head.

However, looking into those eyes, he managed to hold back.

"Are you crazy? You... You get back to your seat!" He had barely finished speaking when he erupted in rage again.

If we never teach that little brat Potter a lesson, how can he ever correct his kindness?

If you just pull him back and scold him, he won't do that.

Forget it.

He looked at Neville.

"You idiot...~n..."

"Hmph, he should have cursed that brat just now!" Snape thought angrily...

In the lounge in the afternoon.

Snape and Dumbledore were already waiting there.

They were hiding in the lounge.

Waiting for Darren to return.

Six pm.

Finally, the little brat pushed open the door to the lounge.