HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 36 Dumbledore's Potions Class

"Children, it's my turn to teach today. Professor Snape is absent due to other commitments. I hope we have a pleasant time. Who wants a lemon Olaf?"

Dumbledore winked at the young wizards, pointed his wand at the table, and a large plate of sugar appeared.

He had to pester Gellert for a long time to get this yesterday; once no one else takes it, it's all his.

"I!"

"I want two!"

"Thank you, Principal! I want one too!"

The Gryffindor lion cubs adored their headmaster, and they all raised their hands, eagerly asking Dumbledore for candy.

This excludes Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry and Ron are worried about their detention tonight and how to explain the Gryffindor gems turning black. Hermione is preparing to get 20 or 30 points in Dumbledore's class to make up for the points she lost.

Dumbledore looked at the candy bowl with a bit of disappointment; only half of it remained. He tried to console himself that the rest would last him a few days. He waved his wand to hide the candy and couldn't help but pray that Gellert had forgotten about it.

"Alright, children, where did Severus get to? Can any of you tell me?"

"Let me see, Miss Granger raises her hand the fastest, so you go first."

"Thank you, Principal. We've learned about healing potions; we made this in the last class."

"Thank you for your help. Gryffindor +2 points."

Dumbledore opened Severus's lesson plan, ready to see what to teach next; the Pope could never go wrong by following the book.

He was surprised to find that Severus's lesson plan was so detailed that it listed almost all the possible mistakes and how to deal with them, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Children, today we're going to learn about the antidote for snake venom. Everyone, turn to page 53 in your books. Let's take a look at the herbs we need."

Dumbledore felt quite relaxed; the children were all very obedient, unlike what Severus had said, that their brains weren't even as good as the trolls'.

"Children, line up in order to get the herbs, and remember not to take the wrong one."

Dumbledore walked to the cabinet where the medicine was kept to prevent them from taking the wrong thing and blowing up the classroom. At this moment, he still felt very relaxed. As long as he followed the steps, it would be much simpler than his Transfiguration class.

He remembered how, back in his school days, mischievous little wizards would sometimes turn cups into cockroaches to scare their classmates. In that moment of reflection, Neville grabbed the wrong materials; he took snake fangs instead of snake fang grass.

"First, we need to preheat the crucible. Next, we need to chop the bellflower, squeeze out the juice, and set it aside..."

Dumbledore followed Severus's steps to brew the potion, and he finished it quickly. The finished product was quite effective.

He thought he had explained it very clearly, writing down the number of times to stir and the degree of grinding of the herbs on the blackboard, thinking that there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Have the children all understood? Let's start trying."

"Understood, Principal."

Hearing the young wizards below collectively explain that they understood, Dumbledore's bad premonition grew stronger. He quickly ate a piece of candy to reassure himself; the steps were all on the blackboard, so there couldn't be any major problems.

"Did you hear me? What's the first thing to do?"

"Heat the crucible first! How can you not pay attention in the principal's class?"

"Isn't this a bit too relaxing? Thank you, my friend."

This is the little wizard hiding in the last row.

Dumbledore walked from the first row to the last, and then back again. He made sure every young wizard was brewing potions, not doing anything bad.

After wandering around twice, Dumbledore walked to the podium and watched the young wizards working hard below. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone throw a small object into the cauldron. He widened his eyes and rushed over to stop them, but it was too late.

"bong"

The cauldron exploded, and the splashed potion scalded the little wizard next to it, causing several blisters. The little wizard who caused the explosion even had a swollen hand.

"Go to the medical wing first, heal your injuries, and then redo this. This is your assignment."

"Yes, Principal."

Dumbledore's bad premonition began to come true; another young wizard was causing an uproar, and this time it was a Gryffindor student.

"Mr. Demian, what have you done? How could you turn a colorless healing potion into a black one?"

Dumbledore scratched his head, his mind filled with questions. The table had been corroded by the black potion, leaving a large hole. The young wizards around him were fleeing quickly; clearly, this wasn't the first time this had happened.

After repairing the desk, Dumbledore smelled something burning and knew something was wrong. He turned around and saw a cauldron burning.

"Yugadimulle Vioosa"

After removing the crucible, Dumbledore quickly walked over to them, put his hands on his hips, and asked, "Were you not watching my demonstration carefully? Didn't I just say that the crucible should be removed from the fire before adding the snake tooth grass? And didn't I say that it should be cooled before stirring?"

Dumbledore was so angry his mustache twitched. He finally understood why Severus had such a bad temper when teaching the young wizards. After class, he gave Severus a raise. Who wouldn't be angry when facing this group of troublemakers every day?

Finally, get out of class was about to end. Dumbledore felt like his legs were about to give out. How could this year's young wizards be so troublesome?

He spent the rest of the class running around the classroom, either putting out fires or stopping their wild ideas. He even started deducting Gryffindor points, clearly furious.

He thought Slytherins were all good kids who wouldn't put things in the pot randomly, and even if they had some whimsical ideas, they would raise their hands and ask him first, instead of messing around like the unlucky kids next to him.

"Alright, children, put all your potions in bottles on the table. Let's score them."

Dumbledore watched with satisfaction as the children bottled the bottles; at least this step had gone smoothly, finally one step had been completed without any problems.

Dumbledore felt that his teaching should be fine, so why were there so many strangely colored potions? For the first time, he began to doubt his teaching ability.

There weren't so many strange things happening in Transfiguration class before. At most, the kids would turn into cockroaches to scare their classmates. Why are they turning into poison in Potions class?

Dumbledore's only consolation was that some members of Gryffindor had done well, and that the entire group hadn't been wiped out.

"Those who didn't pass, go to the cellar tonight and try again. I think you might need special tutoring from the Potions Master."

When Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office, he saw Gellert sitting leisurely in a chair, drinking tea and reading a book. He angrily sat down in the chair and looked at Gellert with displeasure.

"Al, what's wrong? Who made you unhappy? Tell me, would you like some cookies? They taste pretty good."

He roughly guessed that the group of young wizards had been too noisy in class, so he decided to pretend he didn't know about the remaining candy and let Dumbledore hide it.

In the cellar

Severus finally slept well, waking up at 10 a.m. He didn't need to get up early today; he'd lost his temper again last night, so he slept very well.

Stepping out of the bedroom, he saw that Emeric had prepared breakfast that was all his favorite foods. He sat down to eat with satisfaction, secretly gloating over how much Dumbledore would have a meltdown today.