Harry deeply agreed, but seeing Ivan constantly feeding Scabbers polyjuice beans, he couldn't help but say.
"Ivan, if you keep feeding him like that, Scabbers is going to burst."
Hearing Harry say this, Hermione, who had been about to ask another question, also turned her attention to Scabbers in Ron's hands.
The once skinny rat with matted fur had now taken on a new appearance.
After running around the dormitory and getting covered in dust, Scabbers had been thoroughly cleaned by Ron with a brush, and with the addition of being fed these past few days, he was now noticeably chubbier.
"How could that be? This amount of feeding is normal. Scabbers was starved before; he should have extra meals!" Ivan insisted, handing another Every Flavor Bean to Scabbers' mouth.
"Besides, this is also a way to express my apology," Ivan added.
Scabbers' performance was not appreciative at all, glaring at Ivan angrily, his small paws arrogantly pushing Ivan's hand away.
It wasn't until Scabbers realized that his little paws couldn't overcome Ivan's strength that he took a bite of the Every Flavor Bean that was offered to him.
After all, it was already at his mouth; no matter how angry he was, he still had to eat, right?
Anyway, he couldn't resist.
Well, actually, after careful tasting, Every Flavor Beans are quite delicious, except for a few flavors.
Noticing the decrease in Scabbers' resistance, Ivan couldn't help but sigh at how Peter Pettigrew had endured for so many years, and even if other things didn't work, his mentality had been trained to be quite stable.
He had been chased by the person he feared most just a few nights ago, and after only one night, he was able to continue feasting.
Even though that chase was only in a dream.
However, this also meant that Peter Pettigrew didn't know the obscure dark magic of the Fear Charm, perhaps he just thought Ivan used some magic to turn his sweet dream into a nightmare.
After all, there was no reason for Ivan, a little wizard, to know about the events of eleven years ago, and he couldn't possibly know that Sirius Black's Animagus was a black dog.
"What if he gets too fat?" Ron said with some worry, looking at Scabbers who was being "specially cared for" by Ivan.
"It doesn't matter, Scabbers doesn't need to deliver letters. It's better to keep him a little fatter so he doesn't run around," Ivan said reassuringly.
Ivan thought to himself, if it weren't for Peter Pettigrew, Voldemort's resurrection plan wouldn't have been so easy to succeed.
When the time comes, he'll feed him so fat that he's like a ball, and Ivan wants to see if Scabbers can still run when facing Crookshanks and Sirius Black's pursuit.
The group chatted as they walked towards the dungeon where the Potions classroom was located.
When they walked into the classroom, Harry and Ron were even more convinced of the rumors that Snape was a dark wizard.
The entire classroom wasn't large, but the atmosphere was somewhat gloomy and terrifying. There were glass bottles placed all around, filled with blue-green liquid, and some vaguely showed the bodies of animals soaked in the liquid.
In addition, the classroom was built underground. If Ivan didn't know this was Hogwarts, he would have thought it was a secret laboratory of some dark wizard.
"Let's get to our seats, we have to be careful in this class!" Ron said.
At this time, Ron no longer had any doubt about George's previous words, and quickly pulled Ivan, Harry, and Hermione to sit down in their seats, so as not to give Snape a reason to deduct points.
However, Ivan knew in his heart that even if they behaved well in class, Snape would still find a reason to make trouble.
Bang~
After the little wizards of the two houses were seated, the gloomy door was suddenly pushed open violently, and the sound of the door panel colliding with the wall echoed in the classroom.
Before long, a thin figure walked in from the door, his sallow skin hidden under a long black cloak, his cold eyes swept over the little wizards, and only briefly paused when his gaze touched Harry.
And his hooked nose made him look like a giant humanoid bat.
Snape walked all the way to the front, waving his wand with his right hand, and the surrounding curtains were automatically pulled down. Without the sunlight shining into the basement through the windows, the classroom immediately became much darker.
When the light became dim, Ivan clearly noticed that Snape's tense expression relaxed slightly.
After the Potions master had done all this, he picked up the roster and looked around at the little wizards who were suppressed by his aura.
"Next, I will call the roll one by one. I hope no one dares to disappear in my class!"
Snape's deep voice began to echo in the classroom. The usually mischievous little wizards were all quiet, and only Draco Malfoy of Slytherin could laugh at this time.
"Neville Longbottom."
"Ivan Hals."
"Harry Potter."
When Harry's name was read, Snape's flat tone had a slight fluctuation.
"Ah~ Right, I almost forgot," Snape said expressionlessly, but his words seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm. "We have a new celebrity at our school!"
Upon hearing this, the surrounding little wizards all looked towards Harry, and Draco and his two cronies even snickered privately.
Being targeted for no reason made Harry feel uncomfortable, but what he didn't know was that this was just the beginning.
Snape turned his head and stopped looking at Harry, but instead stared at everyone and said.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making."
"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes."
Snape paused here, then said in a kind of intoxicated tone.
"I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death … if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
After Snape said a long passage, he suddenly opened his mouth again.
"Potter, what would happen if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry looked blank.
What is asphodel? What is wormwood?
Harry looked at Ron for help, Ron also looked blank, Hermione raised her right hand high, but Snape just pretended not to see it.
Ivan was far away, so he could only open his mouth and silently utter the words Draught of Living Death and Sleeping Draught.
Harry was a little anxious, but Snape's coercive gaze made him not dare to look at Ivan too much, and naturally he couldn't guess what Ivan was saying, and after a long time he could only utter a few words with difficulty.
"I don't know, Professor!"
Ivan helplessly supported his forehead with his hand, he had tried his best.
Even if he told Harry the answer in advance, it would be useless. Unless Harry could memorize all the books about potions, otherwise Snape would have ways to target Harry.