HP: The Dropout Who Saved the World

What the Weasley family, big and small, enthusiastically researching Polyjuice Potion didn't know was—

Over in the Slytherin common room, there was an exceptionally talented potioneer named Nott.

Though they hadn't exchanged a word, in Potions class, everyone seemed to have agreed to start exploding cauldrons.

"Nott! Did you boil your brain in the cauldron too? Did you add too much water?"

An angry Snape strode over to Theodore's desk.

The potion had already oozed over the edge of the cauldron, with foam and bizarre green liquid flowing uncontrollably.

"My apologies, sir." He admitted fault with a very good attitude.

But this did not salvage Snape's impression points, perhaps because his Tarantella dance was too astonishing, leaving a deep memory for Snape:

"I have to give you detention, Nott, to help you retrieve your brain so it doesn't just learn to dance."

Theodore bowed his head deeply, showing a look of shame, making anyone sigh at his ability to acknowledge mistakes.

But just a few minutes later—

Another group, with Blaise and Ron, also exploded their cauldron!

They screamed in agony, with burn marks spreading on Blaise's arm; while Ron's hand still had crushed snake fang powder, his face covered in potion, causing his entire face to swell, his mouth as thick as a sausage, eyelids as big as eggs, his facial skin stretched tight and shiny.

"Fool! Fool!" Snape roared, "Weasley, who told you to add snake fang powder after the potion boiled?"

He swiftly used Vanishing Charm to clean up the mess and quickly passed judgment:

"Gryffindor loses 50 points! Weasley, detention for a year! It seems you and your friend Potter are eager to meet!"

Ron lowered his head in pain, unable to save himself from the despair of his own actions.

Although Ron was carried to the hospital wing, and Blaise, the scapegoat, was also sent away, this did make the little snakes feel amused—

But as they laughed, they noticed something was amiss.

Led by Draco, who was laughing heartily, suddenly quieted down.

Because his group member—Harry Potter was actually laughing too!

Seeing Weasley in trouble, shouldn't Potter be devastated?

And seeing Slytherins laughing at Weasley, shouldn't Potter be furious?

Draco thought carefully, feeling the whole Potions class was off.

He couldn't believe Theodore would make such a simple mistake as adding too much water!

He observed his friend's expression, finding a hint of joy within.

Intuition told him if he didn't join the detention army this time, it might cause some irreparable consequences.

So he casually threw a handful of porcupine quills into his nemesis and group member Harry Potter's cauldron.

—The cauldron exploded.

—And Snape caught his arm retracting quickly.

Even the biased Snape towards Slytherin students found it hard to say anything but deduct points upon seeing this:

"Slytherin loses 5 points! For Mr. Malfoy's stupidity, he forgot the contents of his first-year textbook."

But after dealing with Draco, he didn't forget to admonish Harry:

"And you, Potter, why didn't you remind him that porcupine quills shouldn't be added now? Gryffindor loses 10 points!"

Seeing Potter in trouble, Draco happily stomped a few times, it seemed the Tarantella dance he performed earlier left some muscle memory.

Unfortunately, his glee was quickly captured by Snape.

The image of little snakes dancing the Tarantella popped into the professor's mind again, making his face even darker:

"Malfoy, since you love dancing so much, I think I have to send you to accompany Mr. Nott in the dungeon."

Draco, who was inwardly delighted, showed a sorrowful expression and successfully received Theodore's angry glare.

...

Jane Yu had never seen such a small office welcoming so many people!

She had arranged this time with Professor Snape specifically to complete her Potions essay, but now she watched as Harry, Ron, Theodore, and Draco squeezed in one by one.

Startled, she stopped her potion brewing.

And the four obviously didn't expect her to be there, for a moment everyone was at a loss for words.

Snape soon let out a cold laugh, breaking the silence with insight into their thoughts:

"Malfoy, Nott, since you can't help but want to dance, why not do it here for everyone to enjoy."

Theodore and Draco's faces turned from white to red, frozen in place, wishing they could weld their legs to the floor.

Facing Jane Yu's curious eyes, they wished they could find a crack to hide in.

Originally resigned to their fate, Harry and Ron couldn't help but let out a light chuckle, which immediately shifted Snape's attention:

"Very well, Potter, Weasley, it seems you want to guide them, why don't you two dance first."

Harry's eyes began searching the floor for a crack.

Social death in front of a nemesis was terrifying, but social death in front of Jane Yu was truly unbearable.

Bathed in her gaze, he once again felt the urge to drag Ron into the Black Lake to drown.

"Immediately, now, start, don't make me repeat myself." Snape's cold voice came.

The four stiffly moved, looking like they wished to become wooden statues.

The only one enjoying herself was Jane Yu.

She carefully observed their dance steps and tried to learn.

Unexpectedly, Theodore and Draco's dance steps were quite standard!

Ron could even dance the female steps! Such a small circle turn!

Harry looked like a person!

But why were they sweating so much?

Their faces so red, looking like they could fry an egg!

After a sweaty dance, Snape, having achieved the feat of making them socially die in front of Jane Yu, spared the four mortified individuals, instead assigning them the task of sorting potion ingredients.

Harry and Ron breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and carried a sack of ingredients as they fled into the storeroom.

Their enthusiastic demeanor even made Jane Yu wonder.

Since when did these two love working so much?

And working with potions?

Meanwhile, Draco and Theodore leisurely sorted materials, occasionally glancing up to see if the two inside had come out.

Having showcased their dance skills, they dared not look Jane Yu in the eye, feeling they might explode at any moment.

After Harry and Ron sneakily opened the storeroom door, they quickly rushed inside.

When their eyes met, they all sensed a bit of guilt in each other.

With secrets in their hearts, even though they were curious, none dared to report.

They successfully emptied Snape's cabinet containing African tree snake skins.

Truly a cause for celebration.

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