The first lesson of the afternoon was Professor Flitwick's Charms with the Ravenclaws.
Peter and Allenwhite sat together, watching Professor Flitwick standing on the table, with several thick books at his feet to make him look at the students at eye level, and couldn't help laughing.
Everyone suspected that he had the blood of a demon, but they would not ask him impolitely.
Professor Flitwick was very passionate in his lectures. His sharp voice could always spit out a few golden sentences and he was very good at interacting with students.
However, he was always too careful in teaching the students how to cast spells. He spent most of the day teaching theoretical knowledge and only allowed the students to cast the fluorescent spell when the class was about to end. Even the Ravenclaw students, who were known for their eagerness to learn, looked bored.
The second class was the History of Magic class, which was known to have hypnotic abilities. Professor Binns 'tone was quite consistent with his identity as a ghost. He was lifeless and read word by word in a flat tone.
Peter York insisted for half an hour before giving up. Professor Binns 'tone was so flat that even if he concentrated on listening to the lecture, he would unconsciously drift away and then start to doze off. When the bell rang and Professor Binns drifted away, Peter breathed a sigh of relief that he did not have to listen to the lullaby anymore.
"Alan, wake up. Class is over!" Peter nudged Allen White, who was sleeping soundly on the table, and looked at him with disgust.
Allen White raised his head and looked around with sleepy eyes. He wiped his saliva. It was obvious that he had not completely woken up from his dream.
Peter's detention time started at six o'clock, so after he asked Alan to bring his textbooks back to the dormitory, he went to the cellar alone and knocked on the office door.
"Professor Snape, I'm Peter York, may I come in?”
Bang! The Potions Professor's office door swung open from inside, revealing Snape's impatient face.
"Come in, boy." Dragging Peter through the door, Snape pointed to the bucket full of slugs on the floor and said,"Deal with it. This is your mission tonight. When you're done, you can leave.”
Peter looked at the slugs in the wooden barrel. They were sticky and green, and it was very disgusting. At this moment, he was very glad that he had not eaten his afternoon meal. Otherwise, he would definitely have vomited.
There were a lot of slugs, and his task was to clean the mucus and impurities on the slugs 'surface, then put them into another wooden basin as the raw material for the potion.
Peter held back his disgust and picked up the dragon-skin gloves on the chair beside him. He put them on and squatted down to clean up the slugs.
Snape, who was frowning and lowering his head to mark the homework, fiercely marked the student's parchment with a T that meant "bad". He looked up at Peter, who was seriously dealing with the slugs, and revealed a satisfied expression.
In the past, the students who came to the detention room were always scared out of their wits by his gloomy expression. They did not even notice the dragon-skin gloves that were prepared beside them and directly grabbed them with their bare hands!
The result was that he was stung by the corrosive mucus of the slugs, screaming, and then met with Snape's mocking.
The two of them lowered their heads and did their own things quietly. Time passed bit by bit.
After dealing with the slugs, Peter was so tired that his back ached. He looked up at the clock and saw that it was eight o'clock. He found that he was quite efficient. He got up and stretched his stiff body. He said to Snape,"Professor, I'm done!"
Snape glanced up at the finished slugs and said expressionlessly,"You can leave after you're done."
"Wait!"
As Peter opened the door to his office, Snape's voice rang out behind him, his cold eyes fixed on him."In view of your performance tonight, there's no need for you to come back for further confinement.”
Peter smiled happily and bowed to thank him."Thank you, Professor Snape!"
Snape did not respond to Peter's thanks, but merely snorted and went back to his work.
It was eight o'clock in the evening, and dinner was still in the Great Hall dining room. However, after dealing with the slugs for an entire night, his body was stained with a disgusting smell. He had to hurry back to the dormitory to wash up.
After struggling in the bathroom for a long time and finally not smelling the strange smell, Peter slowly came out. He picked up a bottle of lavender perfume and sprayed it again. He changed into a new school uniform and walked out of the dormitory.
Some people had already gathered in the common room. When Peter came out, the eyes of those who saw him lit up with admiration.
At this moment, Peter, who had just finished bathing, had his golden hair combed back neatly, revealing his smooth forehead. His body, which had been transformed by the phoenix bloodline, was almost perfect!
His skin was fair and delicate, and there was not a single mole or freckle on his handsome face. His pale golden eyelashes were like scallops, covering his blue eyes!
His nose bridge was straight with a hint of an eagle's hook, and his warm and full red lips were pursed into a crescent moon. He revealed a faint smile, making everyone in the room feel as if they had seen Cupid, the god of love!
"Wow!" Allen White squeezed through the crowd and said with a surprised expression,"Peter, you're so beautiful now!
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