A Hogwarts dissertation guide

In the Charms class, Harry's performance made Professor Flitwick very angry because of his bad mood. He severely reprimanded Harry, thinking that his performance was hardly worthy of the name of a warrior.

They were practicing the Flying Charm, but Harry was terrible at it, and not at all as good as Hermione - she made everything in the classroom swish towards her, as if she were a magnet, attracted to the blackboard. Wipes, trash cans, moon palace diagrams and the like.

"Harry, it's actually not that difficult." Hermione tried to comfort Harry, "You just didn't concentrate your thoughts well-"

"I don't know why that's the case," Harry said glumly, as a large number of Ravenclaw girls walked over to him. They almost uniformly gave Harry a look, as if he was a particularly huge person. Blast-tailed snails—perhaps they wouldn't dislike them so much.

"It's okay - don't mind, okay? There are two potions classes coming soon... I think I'll adjust."

The two consecutive potions lessons did not improve Harry's mood, because Snape was obviously angry. He was angry with Harry. Apparently he also thought that Harry was the one who threw his name into the Goblet of Fire. ——At least that's what Harry thought.

This turned Potions class into a torture, because Harry had to sit with the Slytherins. Originally, Snape was on his side, but now...

Snape always compared Harry and Hermione, which made Harry feel even more ashamed, especially as his mood became worse and worse, which caused him to accidentally make a lot of mistakes in the precise process of mixing potions, and finally The potion in the crucible turned into a black and smelly horrible thing.

This made Snape frown. He wanted to say something to ridicule Harry, but when he saw Harry's watery green eyes, he took it back and just waved his wand. Make all the potions in the crucible disappear.

"Potter, if you can't calm down, I'm afraid I will kick you out of my classroom." Snape said coldly, "I will not allow a student to waste my materials here."

"Yes, Professor." Harry lowered his head and said. He quickly cleared the table and followed Hermione out of the classroom.

"Potter."

When Harry and Hermione left the classroom, a clear female voice stopped him.

"Parkinson?" Harry's face wrinkled into a strange and unnatural expression, "Are you here to mock me too?"

"I just want to say... I just want to say... Come on, you have to prepare well for the first project." After saying this, Pansy squeezed through the door with the book in her arms.

"When did your relationship become so good?" Hermione looked at the backs of Harry and Pansy suspiciously. How come she didn't know that their relationship was so...well, so strange?

"I don't know either." Harry spread his hands and said helplessly, "We haven't spoken a few times in total."

In the following period, the Slytherins' comments about Harry seemed to be much quieter. At least every time Harry met them, they would no longer make sarcastic remarks. At most, they would just roll their eyes. This was quite disappointing. Harry felt a lot better - but Harry didn't care too much about the Slytherins' attitudes. They would never look down upon Harry.

But at the same time, another rumor spread among the students, first from the mouths of the two idiots Goyle and Crabbe. They said that Pansy Parkinson had banned the Slytherins from continuing to target Harry Potter.

Goyle and Crabbe believed that there must be some adultery involved, although Pansy Parkinson refused to admit this.

However, Harry and Hermione believed it.

because……

They received letters from James and Sirius, and they were very happy to tell Harry how Patriarch Parkinson arranged for them. He returned to the UK from the United States specially, and after going through quite a lot of procedures, he had to sign quite a lot. There were many customs regulations and I had to make several trips to the Ministry of Magic.

Patriarch Parkinson expressed joyfully that James had returned and Sirius had cleared his grievances. While nostalgic, he also mentioned that he had a little granddaughter in Hogwarts and hoped that Harry could take care of her in the castle.

Of course, in the tone of James and Sirius, this turned out to be that they wanted to see Harry and Pansy Parkinson together, and they were very optimistic about this relationship.

"My dad and godfather are absolutely crazy," Harry said in disbelief, "How could they think that?"

Hermione laughed completely. She read the letter several times and said, "To be honest, Harry, Pansy is a very cute little girl. Although she is a wizard of Slytherin College, she is not All wizards who come from Slytherin House are dark wizards."

"But her family once followed Voldemort, didn't they?" Harry asked. He took the letter back and read it carefully several times to make sure he read the name correctly.

"Old Parkinson is a nice man. I met him in San Francisco. He always brings me some handmade cakes, and his wife is also a very interesting old lady." Hermione suppressed a smile and said, "As for Pansy Parkinson...at least she has been restraining Slytherin, at least she is on our side."

"But I don't know her at all," Harry said with a grimace.

Hermione shook her head, "Who knows what will happen in the future? But I advise you to think about what to do next? Pansy has made things like this, and it will be difficult for you not to get married."

"That's enough, Hermione." Harry lay weakly on the table, "I don't even know what to do with the first project!? I don't care about this kind of thing at all."

"Perhaps you should listen to your uncles' opinions." Hermione said. "At least you won't be just me and Roy in the castle - oh, at least you can have company."

"Let's talk about it after I survive the first project." Harry sighed, and he scratched his hair hard, making the black hair even more messy.

That afternoon, when they were having Potions class, there was a sudden knock on the door of the underground classroom, interrupting Snape's words.

It's Colin Corrivet.He sidled into the classroom, smiled at Harry, and then walked towards Snape, who was standing at the front of the classroom.

"What's the matter?" Snape asked impatiently. He knew this little boy and was a third-year Gryffindor.

Being rude and uneducated, entering the classroom casually and interrupting the teacher.

"Sorry sir, I have to take Harry Potter upstairs."

Snape looked down at Colin from his hooked nose, and the smile disappeared on Colin's eager face.

He had probably already guessed how torturous the Potions lessons would be in the future.