From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

"It's unbelievable!" In the library of Hogwarts, a senior Ravenclaw student was complaining to his companion in a low voice, "Today, the first-year students actually told me that they used uniformly pre-processed potion materials in the potion class!"

"That means..." His companion, a Hufflepuff who looked very loyal, responded in an uncertain tone.

"It means that Snape has changed his personality!" Ravenclaw continued to complain, "Usually, he would prepare the most original potion materials for us, and he also called it training hands-on ability. I thought he treated all students other than Slytherin equally! But what happened?"

"He actually gave special treatment to those first-year students!"

"Treat first-year students preferentially? Are we talking about Professor Snape?" Hufflepuff seemed to have begun to doubt his companion's words. This expression usually did not appear on the face of loyal Hufflepuff.

"Who else could it be?" Ravenclaw was indignant. "Remember the first lesson of the first year? Scabies potion?"

"Oh!" Hufflepuff showed a look of sudden enlightenment, "The kind that needs to add venomous snake teeth and porcupine quills? If you put them in the wrong order, they will burn through the crucible and bring a lot of scabies to those who come into contact with it?"

"Yes!" Ravenclaw nodded vigorously, "There are such unlucky people every year. I think Professor Snape deliberately let them get hurt while teaching. It is to make people who see their miserable condition alert!"

"Professor Snape...really Is it really that excessive? "The loyal Hufflepuff couldn't help but start to doubt, but after seeing his friend's face, he immediately changed his words, "I'm afraid he thinks so!"

"You didn't choose the advanced class for Potions, did you?" Ravenclaw had seen through the real reason why Hufflepuff spoke to Snape, "Distance always creates beauty. Even for someone like Snape... He was much more excessive in the advanced class than before! It's simply getting worse!"

But as soon as the words came out, Ravenclaw frowned: "But this doesn't make sense?"

"What?" Hufflepuff inadvertently played the role of a supporting actor again.

Ravenclaw began to try to make his companions understand what he meant: "I mean, why does Professor Snape give preferential treatment to first-year freshmen? Doesn't he usually only give preferential treatment to Slytherin?"

"Maybe there is a big shot among the first-year freshmen?" Hufflepuff turned a page of the textbook on the table, and suddenly heard his companions shouting.

"Harry Potter! I didn't expect Professor Snape is also a fan of Harry Potter!"

The Ravenclaw who shouted loudly gradually lowered his voice under the gaze of Madam Pince until it was inaudible. But he still couldn't escape the fate of being kicked out of the library.

"Someone is calling your name! Harry!" Ron, who had long wanted to stop burying his head in the Transfiguration paper, looked up, but only saw two figures walking out of the library with their heads down.

"Oh." Harry seemed to be uninterested. After the initial embarrassment, he had almost become immune to such things. As long as he was not asked for an autograph in person, he could face it calmly.

Instead of shaking hands with his admirers, he might as well think about how to deal with the Transfiguration homework.

"Maybe we should play a game of wizard chess..." Ron had completely given up, holding his chin with both hands and looking around the library.

"Ron, Professor McGonagall is our dean after all..." Harry persuaded, his tone was not only helpless but also a little happy, especially when he found that those children from magic families were not much better than himself in terms of learning progress.

"Come on, brother." Ron rolled his eyes, "Don't be a killjoy like Hermione."

"...Maybe you're right. Proper relaxation might be helpful, after all, we have a whole weekend to complete the Transfiguration homework!" Harry gave up after just a short moment. Isn't it normal for an eleven-year-old child to have only how to play in his mind?

"Hey! Look over there! It's Ivy!" But Ron's eyes wandering around found something new.

Although Ivy is not tall now, his handsome appearance and outstanding temperament make it difficult for others not to notice him. Maybe the charm value of 17 points is the cause of this.

"To be honest, he shouldn't go to Slytherin." Ron shook his head, and Harry saw a trace of pity and regret in his eyes.

"Well... I think with Ivy's magic level, we don't need to worry about this." Harry gave a fair evaluation.

"Wow, I didn't know you were such a cold-blooded person!" Ron even felt a little bit of injustice for Ivy, "Didn't you notice? No Slytherin ever talked to him at the table! He must have been isolated by them!"

"Really?" Harry remembered that at the opening banquet not long ago, Ivy had a good chat with a blonde girl next to him. At that time, he was a little resentful of Ivy, thinking that he betrayed his friendship.

However, after learning about Ivy's situation from Ron, Harry began to worry about him.

"Look for yourself." Ron pointed to the table around Ivy. Malfoy was sitting with several other first-year Slytherin boys, and the table opposite was the first-year girls headed by Cassandra. They were not far away, but there was no second Slytherin seated at the table where Ivy sat.

Even if someone else approached Ivy's desk without knowing the truth, there would be a Slytherin who would use his eyes to dissuade him.

Harry frowned. He was familiar with this situation. In order not to offend Dudley, classmates in Muggle elementary schools usually took various means to isolate him, and "ignoring" was only the mildest one.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

"This is bullying!" Harry said with certainty.

"Although we are not from the same college..." Ron said softly, "Slytherin and Gryffindor never get along..."

"But we need to let Ivy feel the magic of friendship!" Harry nodded to Ron, and the two picked up the books and homework on the table and moved to Ivy's desk together.

When passing by the stunned Malfoy, Ron smiled at him provocatively.

"Hey! Man!" Harry tried to make his voice lively, "How have you been lately?"

As soon as he asked this, Harry couldn't help but want to slap himself, and Ron beside him also had the same idea.

"What do you mean?" Ivy cast a questioning look. He was busy looking for a suitable spell in the Destruction Grimoire and had no time to pay attention to the changes in the outside world.