Chinese students at Hogwarts

After breakfast early the next morning, the little wizards walked towards the large classroom in twos and threes, whispering their opinions on this new course.

Harry, Ron and Hermione also took advantage of this rare opportunity to come over and talk quietly.

The topic was also about what happened after the flying car fell. Dumbledore only said that they were attacked by an Acromantula and that Zhang saved them, but did not tell the specific story.

While Harry and Ron were grateful, they were also very interested in what happened that night.

Malfoy walked next to Zhang Xiao, his lips pursed with a look of disdain on his face. Ron finally couldn't help it anymore:

"Malfoy, do you know?"

After the donation incident, Harry and Ron's attitudes towards Malfoy changed to a certain extent, but they still said the same thing.

They are neither friends nor enemies, more like rivals who love and kill each other. It can only be said that the compatibility is indeed incompatible.

"Huh, Weasley, I'm different from you. Except that Zhang and I are both from Slytherin House, we are still friends who admire each other!

There are some things you don’t know, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know them! "

Uh, I just told you that I had a fight with a spider in the Forbidden Forest!

Harry and Ron immediately glared at him, almost wanting to take out their wands and seal Malfoy's mouth!

If Malfoy was mute, both of them would be willing to admit that he was still a nice guy.

Hermione smoothed things over with a serious face:

"Okay! Harry, Ron, I've told you a long time ago that the professor must have his own plans if he doesn't tell you, so don't ask!"

At the end, she added a very subjective sentence:

"Unless you think you are smarter than Dumbledore!"

Harry and Ron looked at each other and muttered dejectedly:

"Okay, okay, you're right."

In the short ten-minute journey, they bickered for at least seven or eight minutes, ranging from Quidditch to the House Cup. In the end, they even compared which house had more students with better grades.

When they finally arrived at the classroom, Zhang Xiao ran in as if running for his life.

At this time, almost thirty little wizards were already sitting in the semi-circular seats similar to a lecture theater.

After gathering the four major colleges, they finally came up with a size similar to that of the Chinese class in the previous life. It can only be said that the number of wizards is still too small.

The five of them found a relatively large space and sat down together. At this time, the topic had turned to what exactly this course was going to teach.

"Bang" The classroom door was pushed open violently with a magic spell, and it hit the walls on both sides with a muffled sound.

Professor Snape walked in quickly, still wearing his iconic black cloak, with its long hem floating up and down.

As he passed by, the door and windows of the classroom were closed forcefully.

This way of appearing has almost become Professor Snape’s standard feature!

When he walked to the podium, the whole classroom was dark and gloomy like a dungeon. Half leaning on the podium, he said in his unique aria-like voice:

"It's so sad. I regret having to teach you this lesson."

His voice rose a bit, and his eyes grew gloomier:

"Because of your stupidity! That's why Dumbledore is worried that you will kill yourself before you graduate! He entrusted me to teach you how to live longer!"

The little wizard below was as silent as a chill, looking at Snape in horror. He increasingly felt that the most dangerous person in his school career was Snape.

"Before we officially start, I need another test to find out how stupid you are."

He waved his wand, and rolls of parchment immediately appeared on the table and flew towards each little wizard.

“Choose each option that you think is correct, you have ten minutes to do so, and don’t forget to write your name!

If you still have unfinished answers when you hand them in, I will let them experience the danger in advance! "

After finishing speaking, Snape folded his arms and leaned on the podium, staring at them with a scrutinizing gaze.

The little wizard trembled, and hurriedly took out his quill and began to answer, as if a group of mountain trolls were chasing them.

Zhang Xiao glanced at the questions above, which were very similar to the psychological test questions he had often done in his life.

For example, this question "What should you do when you stumble upon a dark wizard's conspiracy and cannot contact the professor?"

A. Do nothing

B. Stop him bravely

C.()

The third option is blank, and the little wizard should be allowed to fill in the operations he thinks are appropriate.

It is really a basic test. The time is tight and there is almost no time to think carefully. This forces the little wizards to use their first reaction to choose the next question.

I just picked up the pen and started writing quickly. Practice makes perfect. Who hasn’t filled out the questionnaire yet? 50 rough stones! It’s very easy to fill it out next time!

There was a thin layer of sweat on Harry's forehead. Time was so tight that he was given no more than 5 seconds to answer almost every question.

In particular, many of the questions seemed very familiar to him, such as: "What should I do if I find that I can't go to school?"

He chose B very much against his will - using an owl to deliver the letter and tell the teacher.

But for more questions, he chooses based on instinct.

Ron looked at "Facing a group of Acromantulas, your companions need your protection, what will you choose?"

Confidently choose A. Conquer fear and rush to protect your companions.

Hermione was caught in a dilemma. In many questions, her instinct told her to choose A, but her reason told her to choose the completely opposite option.

In the end, the little witch could only purse her lips and desperately scribbled on option C.

Malfoy checked the options slowly with a see-through smile, occasionally writing down his own unique insights.

Ten minutes passed quickly. Snape waved his wand, and the parchment flew out of the hands of the little wizards like a swallow into the forest, rushed to the podium, and was neatly stacked together.

Snape glanced at the little wizards below again before slowly turning around, quickly and casually looking through the answers of the little wizards.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he shook his head and said in a tone as expected: "It seems to be exactly what I thought. Some colleges always seem to be obsessed with their so-called 'creed'

I am afraid that I will not die quickly enough. On the contrary, some colleges are full of calmness and shrewdness.

Sure enough, some qualities are innate, and some people just can't learn them! "

He held a piece of parchment with his fingers and pulled it out, frowning and saying with an expression of extreme disgust:

"Mr. Weasley, when facing the Acromantula, your choice was to protect your companions?"

Ron slowly stood up from the chair, swallowed, and said with difficulty:

"Yes professor."

Snape sneered:

"Ha! How interesting!" He pulled out his wand and suddenly pointed at the table in front of Ron. The table jumped into the air and turned into an Acromantula as big as a pony.

"Ah!" The little wizards screamed in horror, while Ron shivered violently, let out a scream that was enough to overwhelm everyone, rolled his eyes white, and fell straight back.

Zhang Xiao hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch him, and gave Professor Snape a helpless look.

He knew that the professor did it on purpose, because he was the only one injured in that battle, while Harry and Ron were intact. Snape was so angry in the school doctor's office that Professor McGonagall almost took action.

But we really can’t blame Ron. When he was a child, his parents were a little neglectful. Ron’s best friend was a toy bear. Fred held him in his arms because three-year-old Ron broke his toy broom. The little bear turned into a spider.

He couldn't bear the thought of such a scene, let alone three-year-old Ron! So he has been left with a serious psychological shadow since then.

In the original book, when Ron knew that he was going to find the spider, he did a lot of mental construction and then persisted.

Perhaps seeing Zhang Xiao's helpless look, Snape snorted coldly, restored the spider, took out a small bottle from his pocket, waved his hand, and the bottle flew towards Hermione.

"Miss Know-It-All, you should know how to use the sobriety agent, right?"

Hermione bit her lip and took the vial, pulled out the cork, put it under Ron's nose, and let him smell it.

It can only be said that the quality of the potions made by Snape was ridiculously high, which made Zhang Xiao's heart itch. He had secretly looked for the textbook of 'Half-Blood Prince' in the potions class, but unfortunately it was not available in any closet.

It should be that Snape hasn't changed his office yet, so he hasn't organized his things.

The little turmoil passed just like that.

Snape pulled out a piece of parchment again and shook his head:

"Draco Malfoy, I thought you should be a real Slytherin, with some excellent qualities that the house does not have.

but! "

He shook the parchment and said slowly:

"What to do when you stumble upon a dark wizard's plot and can't contact the professor."

After reading this, Snape paused and asked in an indescribable tone:

"Can you explain what it means for C to join?"

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