Soul shaping

Something went wrong.

"Otherwise, what am I here for? If I'm full?" Draco glared at him.As soon as he mentioned food, he felt overwhelmed. As the young master of Malfoy, when had he ever been to these unlicensed restaurants on the street? Just walking in, he felt that the dirty oil stains inside were stained on his high-end leather Martin boots Let alone sitting down to eat, it is not something people eat at all, it tastes bad and has no nutrition, and I don’t know how many additives are mixed in... It makes me sick to my stomach just looking at it.

So the young master didn't eat lunch and afternoon tea gorgeously, and waited in the backyard for several hours, with an empty stomach and uncomfortable feeling.

Harry was about to respond when he heard a grunt.He raised his head, meeting Draco's eyes.

The scene was very embarrassing.

While scooping up the soup in the bowl, Ron glanced at Harry next to him, and kept hinting at him with his eyes.The latter pretended not to see it, and lowered his head to drink the soup by himself.

Ron grew impatient and nudged Harry on the arm.There was no response, so he bumped again.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked at him innocently.

"You still ask me what's wrong? Why is Malfoy here!" Ron lowered his voice, and quietly glanced at Draco who was dining elegantly across the street.This guy really maintains the etiquette of the nobility no matter where he is, and it makes people feel disgusted when he sees it.

"I met him when I went to the backyard just now. He didn't look like he had eaten lunch. I thought he was quite pitiful, so I brought him here."

"He'll be hungry when he's hungry..." Ron's tone softened a bit, "But it's quite refreshing to see him like this. But why is Malfoy around here?"

"I don't know that." Harry shrugged and finished his soup. "You'll have to ask him. Maybe he's planning something else."

Ron immediately became alert, and he glared at Draco again, but said nothing more.

Draco put the fork aside and wiped his lips with a tissue.It was rare for him not to quarrel with the two people opposite, although he knew they had been discussing him.Maybe it's because the cannibal's mouth is short and his hands are soft.Although he had been reluctant when Harry offered to come to the Burrow for dinner, Draco was starving.It is still a question of whether he can go home if this continues.

But the sandwiches and oatmeal are quite delicious, although not as good as his family's high-end western food... It seems that even the hateful Weasley's has something to offer.

Harry climbed into bed as soon as he got back to the bedroom and drew the curtains tight.He took the diary out of his pocket, dipped it in ink, and his writing hand was shaking.

Sorry, Riddle.He paused, biting his lower lip.I lost you.

The ink fades.A new line of characters quickly emerged, with familiar and graceful handwriting.

It's okay, you didn't mean to.But we need to fix this.This line of words disappeared soon after it appeared, and then another line of words appeared.

I don't want to be left behind again.

Harry froze for a moment, the soft part of his heart trembled, and ripples spread out.He felt that his guilt was getting stronger instead, and his chest was aching, as if something was about to struggle out.

Do you have any good ideas?he wrote.

Just watch it.Only this sentence appeared on the paper.

Immediately afterwards, this line of characters was completely dyed dark blue, slowly spread out, as if it was really immersed in ink, the middle part became deeper and deeper, and the newly diffused part gradually turned into a soft azure blue, In the end it evenly covers the entire sheet.Then the paper actually peeled off the back of the spine by itself, and fell lightly into Harry's hands.

The touch of the paper was very cold and transparent, giving Harry the illusion that his fingers were soaking in sea water.At this time, there was a layer of ripples on the dark blue, as if water droplets had entered, and a cloud of mist floated up, blending into the appearance of a boy in mid-air.

He looked blurry, like a layer of frosting, with a faint light around the edges.Harry could make out his handsome, attractive features, his short black hair and eyes as still as everlasting night.

"Are you... Riddle?"

☆, locket

"Yes, Potter. I hope I didn't scare you... Now I can only meet you in this way." His tone was hesitant, even a little nervous, which made Harry shake his head in denial.

"No no, you didn't scare me. I was just a little surprised."

"It's fine if you don't. Potter, I'm still weak and can't maintain this form for a long time, so I'll make a long story short. When I go back, you fold the paper neatly, put it in a small box, and hang it around your neck Come on. In this way, you can communicate with me directly without writing, but I can also know what you think in your heart. Of course, I will not peep at your privacy at will, and will only appear when you call me." Riddle After a pause, he said softly, "But you need to take me out and put me back in the diary once a month, otherwise the paper carrying me will be broken. Is this okay?"

Harry thought for a while, looking up at him: "Um...you really, uh, don't peek at what I'm thinking?"

"I won't. If you really can't trust me, I can teach you Occlumency. It's a spell against Legilimency, and it can prevent others from knowing what you're thinking."

"...It's okay, I believe you." Harry gritted his teeth, "But I have no way of knowing what you're thinking, right?"

"Yes, because I know Occlumency." Riddle said calmly, "I know it's unfair to you, I can know what you're thinking, but you don't know mine... But I promise I won't Do whatever you want. I can still teach you Occlumency if you want."

"I see... Do I need to pay attention to anything when I fold it? What kind of box do I need to use?" Harry didn't know why he agreed to him so easily. This is obviously a risky and dangerous move, isn't it?But the sincerity and guilt in the boy's eyes were like a needle pricking his heart, making Harry feel that rejecting him was a heinous thing... His words seemed to have magic power, which could make people let go of their guard and not doubt.

"Just fold it neatly, and don't fold it too many times. For the box, it's better to use metal." Riddle said.He showed a relieved and grateful smile, relieved, "Then I'll go back first."

"it is good."

Riddle's projection was retracted into the ink paper, and the ink paper rippled and returned to calm.

Harry stared blankly at the ink paper for a moment, then reached out and touched the surface of the paper.It's as cold as water.

He took a deep breath and carefully folded it into a square.He didn't have a locket, so Harry asked Mrs Weasley for one, put the paper in it, and closed it.

He felt a deep sense of contentment and stability.

"Riddle." He called softly in his heart.

"I'm here." The boy's voice was low and pleasant, with a soothing taste.

"How did you manage to get Malfoy to send the diary back?" This question had troubled Harry for a long time.

"I talked to him for a while. I sensed that he didn't seem friendly to you, so I convinced him that it would be bad for you to return the diary," Riddle replied.

"Is that so..." Harry murmured dully, still feeling a little strange.But he stopped thinking about it.

This holiday has passed too quickly for Harry.The night before school started, Mrs. Weasley had prepared a sumptuous dinner, full of Harry's favourites, complete with a delicious baked chocolate cake.The Weasley brothers brought their magic cards and played with them all night. He and Ron both lost their chips, but had a good time.

They got up early the next morning and packed their luggage in a hurry.Mrs. Weasley was rummaging through the wardrobe for her striped socks and spare barrettes, while Fred and George were busy stuffing their joke props into the trunk.

Harry couldn't imagine how eight people, six large suitcases, two owls and a mouse got into that little Ford car, but he really couldn't guess - the car was magically modified Pass.

"Don't tell Molly," whispered Mr. Weasley, blinking.

Due to a traffic jam on the way, it was already late when they arrived at King's Cross Station.

"Hey, Harry. Your necklace is quite nice." Fred said suddenly.Harry looked down to see that as he bent to lift his owl cage, the locket hidden inside his clothes had slid out and dangled in the air.

Harry smiled at him, and hastily put the locket back.

"Percy go in first!" said Mrs. Weasley, a little anxious, only five minutes left.She looked at Harry and Ron, "You two follow Fred and George."

When George pushed his full trolley onto platform nine and three-quarters, Ron raised his chin at Harry and said, "Hey, it's our turn."

He pushed the trolley towards the fence, but instead of sinking into the fence as before, the trolley slammed into it.All the luggage piled in the cart overturned and flew out against the mouse-spotted cage. Harry hurriedly supported Ron's back, but couldn't support the fallen trolley, causing the two of them to fall to the ground together.

"What are you doing!" The patrolling security came over angrily, and Ron rubbed his head and replied, "The two of us can't hold this trolley..."

They picked up the scattered luggage, and Harry caught Scabbers who had escaped and stuffed it back into the cage.The two stood alone at King's Cross Station, looking at each other helplessly.

"What now? We missed the train..." Ron's voice trembled. "Have you got any Muggle coins?"

Harry shook his head: "Uncle Vernon hasn't sent me any money for a long time."

"We can't just go home like this...Parents will be pissed off, Fred and the others will definitely laugh at us, Percy probably thinks it's all our own fault for not listening to his teachings..." Luo Eun held his head and muttered to himself.

Harry was silent, he didn't know what to do, his palms were sweating.

"Harry... the car! We can drive to school!" Ron suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up.Harry followed his gaze, and the modified coupe that had brought them was still parked there.The Weasleys accompanied Ginny and the others into the train station, so the train was empty.

"Uh, I think it's—"

"We're desperate, aren't we? Minors can use magic in an emergency!" Ron suddenly became excited, and looked at Harry with bright eyes.

When Harry was about to agree with him, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Don't do this."

Harry trembled inwardly: "Riddle...? Why?"

"You have never driven a car, and you don't have a driver's license. It is difficult to master the steering wheel. Although your friend has seen his father drive and knows the purpose of those buttons, seeing and practicing are two different things. Once this matter is discovered, Not only you will be punished, but your friend's father will also be implicated, he works in the Ministry of Magic, right?" The boy's calm words were like a bucket of cold water poured all over Harry.

"But Ron said that minors can use magic in an emergency..."

"Emergency refers to when life is threatened, and it does not include the situation you encountered. And you are not in an emergency." Riddle continued.

"Riddle, is there anything you can do?"

"You can wait until the Weasleys get back to the station again, their car is still here, it's impossible not to come back. Or you can contact the school teachers and ask them to help you. But I have a simpler Method."

"What way?" When Harry heard the first two solutions, his heart was half relieved, and he couldn't help but become curious when he heard that there was an easier way.

"Lend me your body, and I will help you break through the barriers."

☆、Sorting Ceremony

"Wait, how can I borrow my body from you...?" Before he finished speaking, Harry felt the locket on his chest get cold, and a cold feeling enveloped his whole body instantly.His body trembled, and he felt a strange sense of rejection, as if he had opened the gate of hell, delivered something important, and never returned.

Harry took his wand out of his pocket and walked towards Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

"Harry! Where are you going?" Ron shouted from behind. He somehow felt that Harry's expression had become much colder, and there was a sense of majestic loneliness in his advancing back.This made him feel very uncomfortable, as if there was a chasm separating them deeply.

Harry didn't look back.He picked up his wand, pointed it at the black fence, and said in a low voice, "Torn apart!"

A beam of light shot out from the wand and shot into the fence, the scene in front of him didn't change much.And Harry had turned back and put away his wand.Ron stared at him blankly, he still looked indifferent, the next second Harry closed his eyes, showing a dazed look.

Harry tossed his hair, slightly unable to recall what had just happened.

"Harry...? Are you okay?" Ron asked with concern.Since Harry had his back turned to him just now, coupled with the motion cover and angle, he didn't see clearly what he did.

"I'm fine... just a little dizzy." Harry opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Potter, enter the platform immediately." Riddle's voice sounded in his mind.He shuddered all over without explaining, pulled Ron with his luggage and rushed up the fence.

Ron was so scared that he wanted to break free from him. He thought Harry was crazy, but the other party held him so tightly that he couldn't break free.He closed his eyes, and thought he would hit it... But after a long time, the pain of the impact did not come as expected, and the sound of the train came to his ears, the wheels of the suitcase rolled on the ground, and his mother Calling back the naughty child's voice... Ron opened his eyes and found himself standing on the familiar platform nine and three quarters.

"Hey, you guys! Why don't you come up, the train is about to leave!" Fred waved to them from the window.

Harry glanced at him and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go up."

There were people walking around in the corridor, some of them were rowdy students, they were quickly driven into the lounge by the prefects; there were also vendors pushing carts full of bibimbaps, chocolate frogs and pumpkin pies, they Calling and passing by lounges.

As soon as Harry and Ron sat down in a lounge, Ron couldn't help asking: "Harry! What happened just now? Why did you suddenly get in?"

"Well... I don't know, I just want to try again." Harry forced a smile and changed the subject, "Where are Hermione and the others?"

"I don't know, she should have boarded the train long ago?" Ron shrugged.

Harry chatted with Ron for a few more words, and after making sure that he had put the matter behind him, he breathed a sigh of relief and started to deal with his own affairs.

"Riddle, are you there?"

"I'm here. Are you going to ask what just happened?"

"Yes...how did you do it?"

"It's just a small spell. The reason why you can't get in is because someone blocked the entrance with magic."

"Someone...? Doesn't it close because the time is up?"

"Of course not. Platform Nine and Three Quarters doesn't close for no reason. Do you know anyone suspicious who would do something like that?"

Harry immediately thought of Dobby, the little elf who visited him, and it seemed that he didn't want him to go to school...

"Some people didn't want me to go to school, saying that someone in school was going to plot against me, and I would die because of it."

Riddle was silent for a long time.Just when Harry thought he would not answer himself, his deep voice sounded:

"who is it?"

"Uh, it's a house-elf... I think maybe Malfoy is plotting against me."

Riddle was noncommittal: "Maybe."

"By the way, Riddle, you said you used my wand to cast a spell? I'm underage, so I'll be arrested by the Ministry of Magic, right?" Harry became terrified.

"No, they'll be confused. That's my magic, not yours."

"But that elf cast a spell on my house and they all think I did it!"

"So their ability to distinguish is very low. There are many wizards near King's Cross Station, and they don't know who did it at all." Riddle seemed to have a plan in his mind, and there was a hint of invisible concern for the Ministry of Magic in his tone. scorn.

Harry calmed down a little. At this time, the small vendors pushing the carts yelled past the lounge where they were. He and Ron bought a bunch of Bibi flavored beans and chocolate frogs. Ron also tried a kind of sugar gingerbread, It turned out to be very tasty.

They arrived at Hogwarts soon.After getting out of the car, a girl with brown hair came waving towards them, dragging a dark red suitcase in her hand.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, long time no see. How was your summer vacation?" Hermione asked with a smile.

"Oh, of course. You know, Harry's staying with me, and we've had a good time."

"That's fine. Harry, I heard you have enchanted Muggles at home?" Hermione frowned and looked at Harry.

"That's not me, that's Dobby—"

"Who is Dobby?"

"Just a house-elf."

"Harry, this joke is not funny at all..."

"It's true, it's not a joke!"

"Okay, okay, we have to go to the sorting ceremony quickly. Ron, you are also very concerned about Ginny's sorting?" Hermione interrupted Harry, which made Harry a little helpless.

"Ginny must be in Gryffindor too." Although Ron said so firmly, he was obviously a little nervous.

They sat at the long table in their respective colleges, excitedly discussing interesting things that happened during the summer vacation.Nick floated around the Gryffindor table with his wobbly head on his head, and the jumping firelight of the wall lamp reflected on his translucent face, showing a round texture like a poached egg.

Harry looked up at the starry sky above him, his heart overflowing with excitement and anticipation.He looked at the teacher's seat, where Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking enthusiastically, while Snape sat on the side with a blank expression, his face drawn.

"Seeing these acquaintances is really nostalgic." Riddle's cold voice sounded in his mind, and Harry was instantly separated from the lively atmosphere, and his whole brain became sober.

"Did you go to Hogwarts before?"

"Yes. Hogwarts is my home," he said quietly.

"I feel the same way. I was raised by Muggles, and they don't like me. Although I have to go back every summer vacation, I feel that place is not like home, but a cage..."

"Then we are a bit alike. When I was a child, I grew up in an orphanage. People there thought I was a heretic and avoided me... It wasn't until Dumbledore brought me into Hogwarts that I found a little belonging. Feeling, at least I am not abandoned by this world, I still have the same kind..." He said softly, the voice contained sadness, faintly, there was a trace of anger and determination in the vague, burning like a fire.

Harry felt a sudden longing.He wanted to look at him, to see how he said such words with a suppressed expression.He wanted to rub his head and tell him it was all right, it was all over.He wanted to say that they would walk together.

But he didn't say a word.

"Potter."

"……Um?"

"Thank you."

"...You said you wouldn't peek at my mental activity."

"I was careless. I'm sorry."

"Forget it, it doesn't matter..."

Harry looked up, and the hall suddenly fell silent, the sorting ceremony had already begun.Professor McGonagall placed a three-legged stool and a battered sorting hat in the center.The Sorting Hat began to sing a song in a strange tone that was completely different from the previous semester, and then the names of the freshmen were reported one by one. Harry watched them sit on three-legged stools, put on men's clothes, and tense their bodies as if waiting for punishment.His mind is like still water.

"What college did Riddle go to before?" He was a little curious.

"...you may be biased when I say it directly. I'm actually a Slytherin student."

"I have no prejudice against Slytherin students. Although there are indeed some guys I hate, such as Malfoy... But I won't have any opinion on you because of this. You are different from them." Harry hurriedly argued .

"That's it, thank you...May I know what's different?"

"Well... How should I put it, Riddle, you are not mean, arrogant and bullying like those Slytherins... I think you are a very nice person, and you helped me just now. If it weren't for you, Ron and I would not be able to catch the train ’” Harry said after thinking about it.

There was silence in my mind.Riddle said nothing more.Although Harry was a little strange, he didn't speak any more.

The author has something to say: Harry's current state is similar to that of Ginny in the original book, and his memory was blank when he was possessed.quite dangerous.

☆, warning

After the sorting ceremony was over, following Dumbledore's words "Let's enjoy it", plates of sumptuous dinners appeared on the table, including apple pie, sugar gingerbread, chocolate trifle... Harry's saliva was almost drooling. up.

Sure enough, Ginny was also sorted into Gryffindor. She sat next to Ron and Percy, smiling a little shyly, and glanced at Harry from time to time.

At night, they sang and walked to the Gryffindor common room, and the prefect shouted to maintain order, telling them that the entry code was "striped bird".

"I had a great time tonight...classes will start tomorrow, I wonder what will happen to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Ron said while sitting on the bed.

"Who knows...hope he's as good as he says in the books." Harry shrugged, changed into his pajamas, and drew the curtains of the bed.

Lying on the warm bed, he stared at the board above his head for a moment and took a breath.

"Good night, Riddle."

"Good night, Potter."

late at night.The Gryffindor dormitory building was silent, the bedroom was filled with the sound of breathing and snoring, and the moonlight drew a silver line on the ground through the gap in the curtains.

Harry rolled over, smashed his mouth, and the locket around his neck slipped down the back of his neck.The locket moved and suddenly tightened. The sleeping boy felt short of breath and struggled unconsciously.His fingertips grabbed the necklace chain around his neck, but he couldn't exert any strength.

The breathing became more and more rapid, and the skin was purple. Just as the boy was about to suffocate, the necklace came loose and fell on the mattress with a snap.

The air was filled with the sound of his panting, but the boy didn't wake up, just kept this position and continued to sleep.

The locket moved again, and the hazy figure of a boy rose slowly, shrouded in the quiet and dark night.His dark pupils did not have a trace of light, as silent as stagnant water.

He quietly looked at the sleeping boy on the bed.After a long time, he stretched out his hand and lightly touched the white neck that was exposed when he turned his head. It was so fragile that it would break with a single stroke.He gently stroked the side of his neck, the pinnae of his ears, and then the smooth black hair.His five fingers went deep into the boy's hair, rubbing it gently, and his thumb gently rubbed the delicate hair ends.

"You want to touch my head like this, don't you?" He whispered, his voice was extremely gentle.

The fingers clenched suddenly, grabbing his hair suddenly, pulling it painfully, the boy let out a painful moan.Riddle let go of him abruptly.

"Harry Potter. Why do you say you can always escape...? It was 11 years ago, and it was also last year... Why is your luck always so good?" He was hoarse and cold, his voice The words were like a Slytherin snake crawling in the night, spitting out a letter, dangerous and cold, decisive and proud, "If I wasn't afraid of the paper being broken, I really wanted to kill you like this... I didn't know you were killed by me What kind of expression will you show at that moment? Horror, despair, sadness or unwillingness? Anyway, it's really exciting."

Riddle lowered his eyes and looked down at him condescendingly. After a while, he turned into mist and returned to the locket.

"We still have a long, long time..."

The first week of school Harry felt terrible.

In herbal medicine class he was bitten by a mandrake larva and nearly snapped off his fingers, although Mrs. Fafrey cured him in a second; the first-years totally hero-worshiped him, especially Greg Colin of Lanffindor said "good morning, Harry" and "goodbye, Harry" to him tirelessly every day, which made him feel extremely embarrassed; the most troublesome thing was the new teacher Gilderoy Lockhart, He almost misses every opportunity to show himself, and sometimes he even drags Harry along, which makes him miserable.

"Today I brought you a very dangerous creature." Lockhart walked into the classroom carrying a cage, with his usual charming smile on his face, "This is a little Cornwall just caught. Elf."

"Haha!" Simon couldn't help laughing, and even Lockhart wouldn't think it was a loud voice of fear.

"What?" He raised his eyebrows.Harry heard several girls saying that he looked handsome with raised eyebrows.

"I mean...they don't look dangerous, do they?" Simon breathlessly laughed.

"Oh, don't underestimate them! Although they look cute, they are very destructive!" Lockhart said as he opened the cage, and the little elves flew out.

"Oh, what a fool." Harry heard Riddle snort coldly.

Harry soon understood why he had said that.As soon as the elves flew out of the cage, they ran around. They smashed the light tubes, grabbed the things that the classmates put on the table and threw them out the door, and chased Lockhart to tear his clothes.Lockhart feebly cast a few spells on them that didn't work.After a while, everyone hid under the table, holding their heads.

"It's too bad!" Ron complained. "I don't want to take his class again!"

"Well, maybe he just wanted us to feel..." Hermione defended him.

"Is there nothing you can do?" Harry asked Riddle.

"No." Riddle replied quickly, "There are a few spells that may be effective, but you can't use them yet."

Harry could only keep carrying it under the table.After class, the students rushed towards the gate frantically, and Harry also urged Ron and Hermione to leave quickly.

"Hurry up, or that ignorant guy will let you stay to clean up your affairs." Riddle reminded.After hearing his words, Harry moved even faster.

Sure enough, when the three of them walked out of the classroom, he heard Lockhart say to the last few students, "Stay here and tidy up."

"It's a good thing we left early... I don't want to stay and face those things." Ron patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I think they're still kind of interesting..." said Hermione.

"You just like Lockhart!" Ron said angrily.

"Harry! You are here!" A sharp and childish voice suddenly sounded, and Harry suddenly felt dizzy.Colin ran up to him with two photos, looking excited.

"Hello, Colin." His smile was stiff.

"Harry, here's the photo I took of you last time!" Colin handed him a photo, with a big smile on his face.

Harry took the photo and stuffed it into his pocket: "Ah, thank you..."

"By the way, Harry, can you sign me on the photo?" Colin looked at him expectantly, but also a little uneasy.

"What, autographed photos?" Draco who was passing by just heard these words, and he immediately got excited and shouted to the surroundings, "Everyone come to line up, Potter is going to sell autographed photos!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione snapped. "You're just jealous!"

"Jealous? What am I jealous of?" Draco sneered, "Jealous of his ugly scar?"

"Hey, hey. What are you doing?" A tall man pushed his way through the crowd to Harry and put his arm around Harry's shoulders. "Harry, Harry. Are you selling autographed pictures? Oh, Harry, You're going a little too far. How about, Colin, Harry and I both signing autographs for you?"

"Eh? Okay..."

Lockhart took the photo in Colin's hand involuntarily, and signed a flamboyant name with a swipe of a pen.I don't know how many times he practiced.At Lockhart's urging, Harry reluctantly signed his name, pushing him away.

"Sorry, Professor, I have potions class later..."

"Harry, Harry. I did you a big favor just now, you know it's too early for you to sell signed photos..."

"Shut up, you bragging bastard." Suddenly, an extremely cold and gloomy voice sounded in his ears, as if ice was crushed and poured into his bones, a chill came up from his heels.

Lockhart opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"You actually don't know anything. If you come to harass Potter in the future, I'll kill you. Believe it or not." The murderous intent in that voice let Lockhart know that what he said was true, and he was terrified. Released Harry, and ran away without looking back.

Harry was a little surprised, but he was still relieved.He immediately asked alertly, "Riddle, what did you do?"

"Just to remind him." Riddle's voice was flat, "Potter, you are just not good at keeping a distance from irrelevant people, so you will waste your time doing things you don't like."

Harry knew he was right, but he couldn't change it just yet.

"Come on, or you'll be late for class."

"Yeah." Harry quickened his pace as soon as he thought that Potions class was next.

Halfway they meet Justin, a curly-haired little boy.He walked and talked to them excitedly, and when he mentioned that he had been at Eton High School, they walked into Potions.

☆, myrtle

Snape stood in the middle of the classroom, scanning his surroundings with dark eyes.Like Professor McGonagall, he has the ability to quiet the classroom spontaneously.

"You're late. Ten points from Gryffindor." He looked at Harry coldly.Harry looked at his watch, annoyed that it was only 30 seconds behind.

There are no more empty seats in the classroom, only a few seats in the front are left.Harry put down his schoolbag, and before he could sit still, Snape suddenly asked, which caught him off guard: "Potter, what materials are needed to make the shrinking potion?"

"Professor, shrinking potions are not in the second grade textbook!" Hermione immediately raised her hand.

"I didn't ask you to answer, Granger."

Hermione dropped her hand and glared at Snape angrily.

Harry stood up, and was about to answer directly that I didn't know, when a voice only he could hear said: "Daisy root, fig peel, caterpillar, leech juice, rat bile."

"Potter, if you don't know..."

"Daisy roots, fig peels, caterpillars, leech sap, rat bile, Professor," answered Harry calmly.

Snape stared at him for a moment from under his long, greasy black hair, then snorted, "Sit down, Potter."

"Hahaha! It's so relieved! Look at Snape's expression, as if he ate a fly! Harry, you are really amazing... By the way, how did you know the answer?" Ron sneaked closer .

Harry was glad he didn't have to answer that question, since Snape had already started having them make the potion.

It took Harry half an hour to neatly chop the root of the water shield and put it in the boiled toad juice.He glanced at the textbook, obediently stirred it clockwise three times and then counterclockwise, squeezed out a drop of orange juice and dripped it into the boiler...

"The steps are wrong. The chopped caterpillars should be added first." When Harry hurriedly wanted to pour the egg whites into the pot, Riddle suddenly said something.

"Ah, indeed..." Harry put down the egg whites and poured the caterpillar pieces into it