[HP] Aunt of the Savior

Harry came to Snape's office door dejectedly.

Professor Snape's office was hidden in an underground passage in the cellar. Harry asked others for the route, but he still went the wrong way.In the end, he was unlucky enough to meet Malfoy who laughed at him. Although Malfoy fell in front of Harry with great joy and sorrow, Malfoy still said what Harry was most worried about. In ridiculous scenes, the corners of his mouth were only slightly raised.

"Anyone can see that Professor Snape hates you, Scarhead!" Malfoy's smug face kept dangling in front of Harry's eyes.He stood in front of the door in a daze for a long time, not wanting to face Professor Snape.

"Mr. Potter, you're late...five minutes." The office door opened suddenly, and Snape stood in front of the door, looking at him coldly.

"I'm sorry, sir." Snape's same attitude as in class made Harry even more discouraged, and he followed Snape with his head down.

Snape led Harry into his office, and the door closed behind them without a sound.

Harry observed Snape's office a little nervously and curiously. The layout here was similar to the study room Snape used to teach Harry in Laurel Cottage, but it was much darker than Laurel Cottage. There were probably hundreds of glass bottles on a shelf on the wall, which were filled with various colored liquids to soak specimens of animals and plants, and Snape had shown Harry a small part of them before entering school.

"I need you to grind the horns of these black-horned deer into fine powder." Snape pointed to the mortar on the operating table in the corner, "I don't think I need to teach you how to do it?"

"Yes, sir." Harry had thought that Mr. Snape would have changed in private, but he no longer thought so.Somewhat discouraged, he obediently walked to the side of the operating table, picked up the grinding rod and began to grind the antlers that had been cut into small pieces.This job sounds very simple, and the operation is not difficult, but it requires enough concentration and patience to grind the antlers finely and evenly.

Snape sat down at his desk and began grading the assignments.Harry took a furtive glance at him and saw that Snape's desk was covered with scrolls of parchment, and that he was almost buried in it.

But even so, Snape noticed Harry's distraction, and he didn't even take his eyes off the parchment in front of him: "Mr. Potter, is the work I entrusted to you too simple for you, so let Do you have time to observe how your professor usually faces the homework that tortures my nerves?"

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry was taken aback.He didn't dare to be distracted anymore, and began to grind those black antlers wholeheartedly.

After about half an hour, Harry felt that his hands were a little sore, and those antlers were finally ground into a very fine powder.He boldly interrupted Snape's work: "Professor Snape?"

"Already finished?" Snape put down the quill in his hand, walked to his side, and carefully checked his results. "What potion is the horn of the black-horned deer often used in?"

Harry was used to Mr. Snape asking questions from time to time, so he thought for a while, "Hmm...Skeletal Spirit, Petrification Potion...and...ah, Nutrient Potion No. 76."

Snape nodded, seemingly satisfied with Harry's answer.He carefully put the antler powder into a small bottle and put it away before turning his head to stare at Harry. "I think, you won't deny that the potion you made today shouldn't be at the level that a student who has accepted my guidance for several years should show?"

Harry flattened his lips a little aggrieved, but he nodded honestly. "sorry sir."

Harry had prepared the scabies potion a year ago, and he confidently thought it was the potion he was best at preparing, but because of Professor Snape's abnormal attitude towards him today, he still boiled the potion broken.He looked at the hem of Snape's black robe with some unease, he was afraid that when he looked up, he would see disgust in those familiar black eyes.

Over the years, although Mr. Snape did not love Harry as much as Sirius and Aunt Jody, Harry always respected this strict gentleman and believed that this gentleman cared about him as much as Aunt Jody.Mr. Snape was more of a strict father than Sirius who could play with Harry.

"You lack composure and concentration, Potter." Professor Snape's voice came from Harry's head, "If you need exercise in this area, I can give you the job of grinding antler powder at any time until you Learn how to concentrate."

"Sir," Harry finally couldn't help raising his head to retort. "I thought you were very unfair to me in Potions class today. I thought..."

"Think that I will have a special preference for you because I have lived with you and taught you in the past few years?" Snape's tone was full of sarcasm. "What makes you believe I would do this to a Gryffindor?"

"But you to Malfoy..." Harry felt his heart sank. Sure enough, Mr. Snape was angry because he didn't enter Slytherin! "I want to go to Slytherin, really..."

"This has nothing to do with the House. I just hope you learn to be more sensible, Harry." Professor Snape was silent for a while.He had finally returned to the cold and stern tone Harry had felt before Harry had gone to school.

Harry's green eyes lit up, and after entering Hogwarts, he finally heard Professor Snape call him Harry again.

"My attitude towards you, other people, or anyone else's attitude towards you, cannot be a reason or an excuse to affect your own level. I don't expect a Gryffindor to be so calm and rational, but I hope you can at least perform to the level you should be in everything you do." Snape stared into Harry's green eyes and said unhurriedly. "do you understand?"

Harry nodded ignorantly, as if he understood what Professor Snape wanted to teach him.

"Next, go and finish your thesis." Snape waved his wand, and immediately a small table and a chair appeared next to his desk. "Then, go straight back to your dormitory, and don't wander around on the road. Also, I want to remind you again, I never want our private relationship to be known by others, do you understand what I mean?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry blinked, happily beginning his potions homework.Of course, he also got the immediate corrections from the Potions Professor, as well as suggestions on how to improve.Malfoy's words, as well as his previous worries, had long been completely forgotten by him.

After seeing Harry off, Snape let out a sigh of relief. "Can you relax a little bit this time?"

"Oh, of course." Jody's head appeared in Snape's office out of nowhere.She smiled at him and took off her invisibility cloak. "I have always believed that you can teach Harry very well."

"If you hadn't accompanied him to my office all the time, I might have believed what you just said." Snape raised an eyebrow at Jody, and wrapped her waist with a smug smile: "I Seen through the boy long ago, Jo, and I won our bet that he did go to Gryffindor."

"Oh, but I didn't lose, Severus." Jody stretched out his arm, wrapped it around Snape's neck, and leaned closer to his ear. "What I'm saying is, Harry would definitely prefer to be in Slytherin..."

"Tsk, you cunning..."

Jody raised an eyebrow happily.She decided not to tell Snape what she had done - for example, she was happy to help Harry teach the Malfoy boy a lesson, something she'd wanted to do since she'd met Lucius Malfoy .

But what Jody didn't expect was that the conflict between Harry and the Malfoy boy was just the beginning.

In the potions class that followed, Ron admired Harry's performance.He couldn't believe that Harry had managed to put Snape's difficulty and partiality behind him and completely fell in love with the subject of Potions.Even if the perfect potion Harry made could only get an E from Snape each time, it didn't affect Harry's performance in the potion class.

Only Malfoy was unhappy about it, because it had been a long time since he had been able to really outdo Harry in his favorite Potions class.However, the upcoming flight lessons seem to give him a good chance.

"If you ask me, the rule that first-year students can't join the Quidditch team is really stupid. I grew up on my manor - you know, the Malfoys have a big, big manor, and they are very different from those poor people." It's not the same - flying over the sky, I have encountered many dangerous situations... I finally managed to avoid a Muggle helicopter. I doubt they have seen me, but those stupid Muggles I don’t care about it, they have always turned a blind eye to the unbelievable things in front of them. It doesn’t matter even if they are discovered, my father is very familiar with the people in the accident reversal team..." Draco talked about flying all day long, Every time he proudly showed off to Harry.

—Everyone knows that Harry Potter grew up around Muggles.

And when Draco mentioned Quidditch before, Harry's reaction was different from other boys.He felt confident that Harry Potter would lose face in flying lessons.

But Merlin, facing Malfoy's showing off, Harry couldn't help laughing until his belly burst.He was especially looking forward to Thursday's flying lesson.Compared to Potions, flying was what he was really good at!

Ron was also quite dismissive of Malfoy's bragging, but like other children from wizarding families, he was very excited about Quidditch, talking about how he flew when he was a child all day long, and the degree of exaggeration was more exaggerated than Malfoy's. Not much more.Although Harry is well aware of Ron's level, he still hasn't (and can't) expose him.Dean Thomas, who came from a Muggle family, put a poster of his favorite West Ham football team on the bedside, and Ron and Dean had a fight because he really didn't understand the ball that athletes can't fly What's nice about class projects.

Good student Hermione Granger finally found a subject that made her nervous.She borrowed a copy of "The Origin of Quidditch" from the library and read it hard for several days, always nagging about the flight instructions recorded in it, which annoyed everyone, only Neville listened patiently. She said he was probably the only one who didn't exaggerate, though he also used to play on children's broomsticks.

All through Thursday morning, the Gryffindors and Slytherins seemed particularly excited.Of course Jody knew what it was for.Although Jody was confident in Harry's flying skills, she still planned to see Harry take flying lessons when the time came, since she had no lessons to attend in the afternoon anyway.

"My God!" However, when she, as Professor Bubaji, walked to the corridor where she could see the lawn, what happened outside the window made her heart stop.

She watched her baby Harry rushing towards the ground at high speed from the sky, even though she had instinctively used her magic wand to point the direction in which Harry was rushing and cast a cushion spell, she still felt that her legs were weak and her whole body was weak. People are almost unable to stand up.