HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the auditorium through the tall windows.

Theodore slowly opened his eyes. A good night's sleep made him feel refreshed. This was undoubtedly the sweetest night's sleep he had had in recent times.

Family affairs always kept him busy and exhausted, and the long-term fatigue and pressure made this night of peace particularly precious.

Theodore turned his head slightly, his eyes unconsciously falling on Cygnus.

She was still sleeping, her long eyelashes casting a shadow in the morning light, making her look like a quiet angel.

Theodore just kept staring at Cygnus, his heartbeat speeding up unconsciously and his cheeks flushed slightly.

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and Theodore was completely immersed in this tranquility and beauty.

It was not until Segnus slowly opened her eyes and the gray-blue pupils came into his sight that he turned away with a red face as if waking up from a dream.

"Good morning, Cygnus," Theodore whispered, with a hint of shyness in his voice that was hard to conceal.

Segnus smiled slightly and rubbed his eyes, seeming not to be fully awake yet.

"Good morning, Theodore."

At this moment, Draco came over. After scanning the hall, he imitated the conversation between Cygnus and Theodore in a sarcastic tone: "Good morning, Cygnus, good morning, Theodore~"

Then, Blaise also joined in the sarcastic remarks and said, "That's right, Segnus, you are too partial, aren't you?"

Seeing Draco and Blaise's teasing smiles, Cygnus couldn't help but frown, but soon regained her composure.

She turned to the two of them, smiled, and said, "Good morning, Draco. Good morning, Blaise."

At this time, Hermione and Pansy also came over, and they looked at Senses with bright eyes, as if they were expecting something.

Segnus smiled helplessly, then stretched out his arms, hugged the two of them warmly, and whispered, "Good morning, dear."

Draco stood aside, watching Cygnus interact with everyone, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.

Although Segnus is his biological sister, he always feels that his sister is equally kind to everyone, and he does not seem to occupy a special place in her heart.

This made him feel a little depressed.

However, Draco's mood did not remain low for long.

He suddenly realized that among this group of friends, only he and Cygnus had the same blood, and they were each other's unique relatives.

Thinking of this, Draco's mood gradually improved and a smug smile appeared on his face.

That morning, all the students returned to their dormitories.

Recently, the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor has been a hot topic on campus.

Slytherin's platinum prince Draco Malfoy and Gryffindor's savior Harry Potter are the leaders of their respective teams, and their competition naturally became the focus.

Draco excitedly said to Cygnus in the Slytherin common room: "Sister, this time I will definitely give you a beautiful golden snitch, caught by me personally!"

Seeing his brother's excitement, Segnus felt warm inside.

She knew that this match was of great significance to Draco. It was not only his first duel with Harry, but also a chance for him to prove his strength to himself.

"I believe in you, Draco," Cygnus said with an encouraging smile, patting his brother's shoulder gently.

It was another Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and Segnus took a few people to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Hermione was already waiting for Sigmathe outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

She was leaning against the wall, her long curly hair casually draped over her shoulders, holding a thick magic book in her hands, her eyes looking ahead intently.

Seeing Sensenas coming, Hermione hurried to greet her and the two hugged each other intimately.

Pansy watched from the side and hugged Hermione reluctantly.

Only Draco frowned slightly, but soon regained his composure. He knew that at this moment, he should support his sister and her friends' friendship.

Several people walked into the classroom, Hermione left the Gryffindor team and sat in the Slytherin seat without hesitation.

The students around didn't seem to think there was anything wrong, and no one even looked surprised.

Hermione's behavior seemed to be the most normal thing, as if she originally belonged in that seat.

Soon after everyone sat down, hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor, and then Professor Snape, wearing his iconic black robe, walked into the classroom in a hurry.

His face was gloomy, as if he had just been through an unpleasant argument.

The students hurriedly opened the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks, their faces filled with surprise and confusion, and whispers were heard one after another.

"Isn't this Professor Lupin's class? What is Professor Snape doing here?" Seamus whispered to Neville with a frown.

Professor Snape walked up to the podium and threw a stack of parchment on the table with force. He swept a cold gaze over the students present, and there seemed to be a storm hidden in those black eyes.

He did not immediately explain why he was replacing Professor Lupin in the class, but instead ordered in his unique deep voice: "Start the class!"

The students immediately stopped talking and nervously flipped through their textbooks. The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became tense.

Ron sat in the classroom, looking at the door anxiously. Harry's lateness made him feel very uncomfortable. After all, they all knew that Professor Snape had no patience for late students.

"What the hell is he doing?" Ron muttered, frowning and staring at the door, as if that would attract Harry.

Time passed minute by minute, and Professor Snape had already begun to explain the content of today's class, but Ron's mind was all on Harry. He looked up at the clock from time to time, and then looked anxiously at the door.

Just when Ron was about to give up, a familiar figure suddenly appeared at the classroom door.

Harry ran in panting, with a pair of guilty eyes under his messy black hair.

"I'm sorry, Professor Lupin, I'm late--" He was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized that the person standing in front of the podium was Professor Snape.

Snape had a mocking smile on his face and said coldly: "This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. So, according to the rules, I should deduct ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry was stunned for a moment, an expression of embarrassment and surprise appearing on his face.

He instinctively stretched out his hand, wanting to explain something, but didn't know how to start.

The eyes of the entire classroom were focused on him, making him feel uneasy.

Harry took a deep breath and asked again under pressure: "Professor Snape, where is Professor Lupin?"

Although his voice was not loud, it was particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

Professor Snape's eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing straight at Harry, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Professor Lupin is not feeling well today and cannot come to class."

Then he looked at Harry and said in an almost mocking tone, "I think I asked you to sit down, Potter?"

But Harry seemed not to have heard Snape's words. He still stood there and asked, "What's wrong with Professor Lupin?" His eyes were full of concern for Professor Lupin.

Professor Snape snorted, "He's not life-threatening, but he does need to rest."

Then he turned to all the students and announced in his characteristically cold voice: "Due to Potter's tardiness and demurrer, Gryffindor will be deducted another ten points."

After saying that, he waved his hand, indicating that Harry could sit down.

Harry then reluctantly walked over to Ron and sat down. His movements seemed a little heavy and his mood was obviously affected.

Ron patted Harry's shoulder gently to comfort him.

Throughout the classroom, students were carefully observing Harry's reaction. They knew that Harry had a close relationship with Professor Lupin. At this moment, Harry's worries and uneasiness were undoubtedly exposed.

When Professor Snape saw Harry sit down, he sneered and said, "Professor Lupin's teaching did not leave many traces. It seems I need to teach you again." His eyes looked around the classroom and finally fell on Hermione.

Hermione was just about to tell Professor Snape what they were going to learn in this class. However, before she could finish her words, Snape interrupted her coldly: "Silly girl, I don't care what you have learned before." His voice was full of sarcasm.

Hermione was stunned and a trace of embarrassment flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

She bit her lower lip tightly, suppressing the loss and anger in her heart.

Professor Snape glanced at Hermione and continued, "Next time, please sit in the Gryffindor seat." His tone was full of command, making it irresistible.

Hermione smiled and nodded in agreement. There was a calmness in her smile that made Snape look at the girl again.

His eyes stayed on her for a moment, then he looked away and ordered coldly, "Turn to the last page of the book."

The students were in a commotion, whispering and talking to each other.

“I haven’t learned this yet!”

"What happened to Professor Snape today?"

However, Snape obviously didn't care so much. His eyes were as cold as ice, and his voice was unquestionable: "The last page, now!"

Professor Snape looked around and suddenly asked a question: "Who can tell me the difference between a werewolf and a real wolf?"

His eyes swept over every student, as if looking for someone who dared to answer.

The classroom was silent, and the students all lowered their heads to avoid meeting Professor Snape's sharp gaze.

At this moment, Neville Longbottom raised his hand, a rare move. He glanced hesitantly in Cygnus's direction, as if seeking her encouragement.

After receiving Sensenas' encouraging smile, Neville mustered up the courage to explain:

"There are a few small differences between werewolves and real wolves. First, werewolves change into wolf form on full-moon nights, while real wolves are born in wolf form;

Secondly, when a werewolf is in human form, its eyes still retain the characteristics of a wolf and are yellow, whereas the eyes of a real wolf are brown or green; finally, a werewolf is more aggressive and invasive.

After Neville finished speaking, a low sigh of admiration was heard in the classroom.

Professor Snape also showed a satisfied smile on his face, obviously surprised by Neville's answer.

"Very good, Longbottom."

Professor Snape praised, "It seems you are well prepared for what we are going to learn today."

He paused, then added: "However, I want to remind you that although there are differences between werewolves and real wolves, they are equally dangerous. If you encounter one, it is best to keep your distance."

Time passed slowly as Professor Snape explained, and the students listened attentively, afraid of missing any details.

Finally, the sound of the bell for the end of get out of class echoed in the classroom, and the students breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Snape was packing up his lecture notes indifferently, his black robe brushing against the corner of the table, making a rustling sound.

"Each of you must write me a paper on how to kill and identify werewolves by next Monday, no less than two rolls of parchment."

His voice was cold and without a trace of warmth, causing the students who were originally looking forward to the end of the get out of class to instantly groan in pain.

As soon as Professor Snape finished speaking, he walked out of the classroom without looking back, leaving behind chaos and sighs.

The students reluctantly turned over the blank parchment with different expressions. Some frowned, some bit the pen tip, and began to think about how to start writing.

Harry looked at the blank paper in front of him, Professor Snape's words just echoing in his mind, and his mood became heavier.

He held the quill, but didn't know where to start.

Ron was sighing beside him, rubbing his hair constantly, and looked extremely distressed.

Sensei packed up her things and walked towards the Slytherin common room with Theodore and the others. Hermione followed closely behind, and Ron could only watch.

Cygnus walked into the Slytherin common room, went straight to the desk, sat down and began to work on her essay.

Her handwriting was fluent and her thoughts were clear. Soon, the two rolls of parchment were densely covered with handwriting.

Just as she was concentrating on writing, Draco walked in quietly.

He looked at Segnus' serious expression and felt a little envious.

He knew that Segnus's achievements had always been beyond his reach.

Draco walked gently to Cygnus' side and his eyes fell on the two parchments.

"Sister, have you finished your thesis?" Draco asked tentatively, with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

Cygnus raised her head, looked into Draco's grey-blue eyes that were similar to her own, and smiled slightly: "Well, I just finished writing it."

A glimmer of joy flashed in Draco's eyes. He reached out to take the two rolls of parchment: "Can I copy them?"

Cygnus gently slapped Draco's hand away, her tone firm but gentle: "You can look, but you can't copy. You have to learn to think for yourself, understand?"

Draco was a little disappointed, but seeing Cygnus' serious look, he nodded.