Chapter 25 Snape vs. Half-Blood Prince Bruce met Snape's gaze head-on, not shying away. Why not avoid it? Because I am not afraid! Katoom has said more than once that Bruce uses fear as a source of strength. This is no joke. There is great terror between life and death. After witnessing his parents' death in front of his eyes, Bruce felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world. What’s more, he is just a professor? The proud Batboy will never bow his head. And at this time, Katum was also standing on Bruce's desk with his head held high, his wings on his hips, staring at Snape. The proud demon king will not lower his head. Besides, if Snape wants to target someone, he will only target Bruce first.
Who could hate a harmless little owl? "Wayne!" Sure enough, Snape called Bruce's name. Like a sudden thunderclap, all the little wizards looked at Bruce. "How do I get the juice from the sleepy beans?" This is knowledge written in the first-year Potions textbook. As first-year wizards, they will learn how to handle various potion materials. The correct answer should be to cut the sleepy beans into slices, but this knowledge point is a bit beyond the scope of today's little wizards. It is the content of the second half of the textbook. Snape held his head high, as if waiting for Bruce to make a fool of himself. However, Bruce was in hesitation at this moment, and his thoughts drifted back to three hours ago. …… "Bruce, wake up!" Early in the morning, Katoom's chirping voice rang in my ears. Then there was the sound of pages flipping in the air, and something heavy hit Bruce in the face. "I--" Bruce swallowed the curse words that were about to come out of his mouth, opened his eyes and checked the time. It's only six o'clock. Bruce is extremely self-disciplined in his daily life, but this also causes his biological clock to be more fixed than that of ordinary people. It's not time to get up yet at six o'clock, and he is now very sleepy. In a daze, he saw the book that Katum threw to him. ——If this thing can still be called a book. The book was completely torn to pieces, with the pages barely still holding together. If it were flipped with even a little force, it would fall apart immediately - this was definitely due to Katum's careless throwing of the book just now.
Moreover, the previous owner of this book had scribbled all over the book, making the blank spaces on every page black. Bruce felt disgusted even when he held it. "Is this a Potions textbook?" Bruce barely recognized it after flipping through a few pages. "Yes, and it's the first-grade version." Katum looked like he was taking credit for it. "The sixth-grade ones are easy to find, but the first-grade ones are hard to find. However, your godfather is born with great luck, and he really helped me find them. From first to seventh grade, I found them all." "What's so special about a first-year Potions textbook? It's so worn out." Bruce said this and then flipped through a few pages. As he watched, he became fascinated. It was a long time before he raised his head, and his expression was no longer as calm as before. "The previous owner of this book was a genius!" He was delighted. "There are many ideas in it that coincide with mine, and some I haven't even thought of." "Don't compare yourself with him. He has been exposed to magic since he was a child, and you have only been exposed to it for a short time." Katum thought Bruce was hit. "No, no, that's not what I meant!" Bruce quickly explained, "When I read this book, it felt like I was communicating with a genius of the same age. It was a rare opportunity!" After saying this, he thought again of Katum's request for credit just now. "A book filled with notes like this must be a very precious thing, right? How did you find it?" "what is this!" Katoom finally waited for this question. He smiled calmly, "Now all the owls in Hogwarts are my subordinates. My eyes and ears are all over the castle. I can easily get a small textbook!" Although Bruce didn't know how much truth and how much bragging were in these words, he had to admit that Katum really helped him a lot. The value of this book is at least as high as three or four floors! Bruce was full of curiosity about the owner of this book. He flipped the book over and over again, and finally saw a line of small, densely packed words at the bottom of the back cover. This book belongs to the Half-Blood Prince. …… At this time, in the Potions class, facing Snape's seemingly challenging questions, Bruce thought of a point that he and the Half-Blood Prince agreed on. This is another unique approach that is different from what is recorded in textbooks. "How do I get the juice from the sleepy beans?" If you answer Snape's questions according to the textbook, there will be no problem. But Bruce was unwilling to follow the script, he preferred to pursue the truth. Which one are you talking about? Seeing that Bruce remained silent, Snape's sneer deepened.
The sound of flipping books could be heard in the classroom. Everyone was afraid that Bruce would not be able to answer and Snape would call on them. Sitting next to Bruce was Justin Finch-Fletchley, also a Hufflepuff student. He finally found the answer in the book, covered his mouth and tried to secretly remind Bruce, but was scared back by Snape's slight glance. Snape raised his head and said in a mocking tone: "It seems that some of our classmates not only do not respect teachers, but also do not respect knowledge..." "Use the side of the silver dagger to squeeze it so that the juice comes out more easily." Finally, Bruce spoke. He gave the answer in front of all his classmates. Then the whole classroom was filled with gasps of shock. Bruce was wrong! This is not what is written in the textbook! Justin covered his eyes in pain, he seemed to have seen the scene of Bruce being severely beaten by Snape. Hufflepuff can't escape the point deduction. Everyone was in silence for Bruce, one second, two seconds... As time passed, the imagined ridicule from Snape did not come. Then everyone looked up and saw the ominous Professor Snape, who was stunned by the answer. "professor?" Bruce suddenly spoke up, "Is there anything wrong with my answer?" Justin was speechless for a moment. You kid are still provoking me? "Wayne," Snape finally spoke, frowning. "Where did you get this method?" "I figured it out." Bruce would never tell anyone about his answers. "Professor, is my answer correct?" "Very correct, oh no, not correct, oh no, very correct..." Snape seemed to be in great confusion, and kept repeating something like "right, right", "oh, no, no". Bruce did not answer according to the textbook, so it was reasonable for Snape to criticize Bruce or even deduct points from him. However, he just couldn't make up his mind to deduct the point. After a long time, Snape finally raised his head and made a decision. The truth is more important than a little Wayne. "The student who can think of using the handle of a knife to squeeze out juice is undoubtedly a genius, and even a rare talent in a century." Snape stared at Bruce and gritted his teeth as he said this, "Five points to Hufflepuff for this method!" The whole classroom suddenly fell silent, and some students pinched themselves, thinking they were still dreaming. Didn’t the seniors say that Snape never gave extra points to students other than Slytherin?
And one plus equals five points! The sun is rising from the west? At this moment, only Bruce understood something. He directly questioned the owl on the table, which was still standing with its chest puffed out and its hands on its hips, through telepathy. "Katum, tell me honestly, is the Half-Blood Prince Snape?" (End of this chapter)