Snakes at Hogwarts

Naturally, Andros had no idea about Snape's inner psychological activities and the secret conversations between him and Dumbledore in the principal's office.

In fact, he had been completely unaware of Snape's close surveillance.

Andros should feel lucky that he still maintains the caution that snakes possess.

He didn't get carried away because of his insignificant talent, nor did he rush to make any unreasonable big moves after enrolling in Hogwarts.

And this seemed to allow him to escape Snape's surveillance invisibly.

I have to say, this is a very good thing.

The diversion of Dumbledore and Snape's attention meant that Andros had more time to do things that he had always wanted to do but didn't feel the time had come yet.

It's just that he himself doesn't know about these undercurrents hidden under the lake.

...

Time soon came to Saturday, and this morning, Andros had a rare sleep.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when he opened his eyes lazily.

After carefully checking that there was nothing wrong with his clothing and covering Ivar with a quilt on the bed, Andros left his dormitory.

I really don’t know if it’s because he’s spent so much time with people that Ivar has begun to become more humane in many small things.

Can you imagine?

Does a snake actually push on the quilt when sleeping?

I really don’t know how it developed such a bad habit!

Thinking randomly in his mind, Andros continued to move up the dim underground passage. He soon came to the Slytherin lounge, where Zabini and Pansy were already waiting for him.

"You're here, Ender." Seeing Andros coming up from below, Zabini waved.

The two of them were sitting on a sofa near the entrance and exit of the lounge. The light there was very dim, and Andros could only see two blurry shadows.

When he put on contact lenses to cover his unusual eyes, he also lost the ability to see in the dark.

"Where's Draco? He hasn't gotten up yet, right?" Andros asked strangely as he walked up to the two of them.

In his impression, that little dragon was a very enthusiastic Quidditch fan.

Such a person would actually take a nap right before the game is about to start?

"Don't mention that damn bastard to me!" Zabini cursed angrily.

"He got up at almost six o'clock, and then he kept making noises in the dormitory, like a poltergeist that had just been released from the cage!"

Like a flood roaring out after opening the floodgates, Zabini kept complaining to Andros and Pansy beside him.

"Except for Goyle who slept like a dead pig, he woke up the rest of us! Damn it, I must put a stun spell on him first next time!"

The angry Zabini seemed to have forgotten that as a first-year student who had just entered Hogwarts, he had not yet mastered the relatively difficult spell of fainting.

I knew it!

There is absolutely no way that energetic little dragon is as honest as I thought before.

"Then where has he gone now?" Andros continued to ask, suppressing his laughter.

"How do I know! After waking us all up, he ran out as fast as possible. Now he is either taunting Potter in the auditorium, or bragging to others about his flying skills."

"Okay, let's hurry up and go to the auditorium to have something to eat. The Quidditch match is about to start."

After comforting Zabini with a few words, Andros took the lead and left the Slytherin lounge.

The group walked through the complex underground maze and headed towards the auditorium on the first floor.

...

Unlike the little snakes who were walking towards the great hall to prepare for their meal, Harry was in an extremely bad mood at the moment.

In a few hours, he will be playing.

At that time, all the teachers and students in the school will focus on themselves.

Thinking of this, Harry felt himself even more irritable than a few seconds ago.

Can I really be the seeker on the team?

Did he accidentally fall off the broomstick?

In that case, would he become a laughing stock in the eyes of Slytherin and even the four houses?

One idea after another popped up in his mind like mushrooms after a rain.

It was only then that Harry discovered that even if he really had a unique talent for flying, he was still the timid and introverted little boy who was afraid of being watched by people.

"You have to eat something, Harry." Ron couldn't help but remind him, looking at Harry who was looking down at his plate blankly.

"Thank you Ron, I can't eat anything now." Harry quietly stared at the steaming food on the plate.

It was a grilled sausage that was constantly exuding an alluring aroma.

However, in Harry's opinion, the smell was far less attractive than before.

"Harry, you must maintain sufficient physical strength." On his other side, Gryffindor's explosives maniac Seamus Finnegan advised.

"Generally speaking, seekers are the opponent's key targets."

"Yes, Harry, just eat a little." Neville's unconfident voice was quite recognizable among Gryffindors.

These Gryffindors who were in the same grade and were relatively familiar with each other were surrounding Harry at the moment. They were persuading Harry word by word.

But their words didn't seem to make the latter feel better.

"Thank you, I feel better."

Seeing Seamus smearing layers of tomato sauce on the grilled sausages on his plate, Harry cheered up and showed a forced smile to the little lions around him.

During this time, he has been feeling a lot of pressure.

Gryffindor team captain Wood is definitely a training madman.

Whenever he has time, he will take his team members to the Quidditch field and train day and night.

No matter whether it was windy or snowy, it seemed that nothing could dampen his enthusiasm for training.

And those complicated tactics made Harry feel dizzy just thinking about them.

In addition, as he continued to study at Hogwarts, the assignments assigned by the professors became more and more advanced, which made Harry, who was quite talented, feel a bit difficult.

You know, there is no Hermione in this world who can help him on the road to learning magic.

As for Ron?

Forget it, this guy is even counting on Harry!

If only I could be like Lobach and avoid having to do homework!

For no reason, an idea came to Harry's mind.

He raised his head and looked towards the Slytherin table, and happened to see Andros Lobach who had just walked into the Great Hall.

The two people's eyes met briefly in mid-air in the auditorium.