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Too much, but I don't want the two to become enemies from now on.But Ron's big mouth...

Sure enough, the next moment, what Harry was most worried about happened.

A slow voice came from behind him, but with a naturally superior tone: "Why? The red weasel of Gryffindor thinks that Slytherin is evil and Gryffindor is noble? I have to Remind you, poor Weasley, Harry won't make any friends in Slytherin, at least he will depend on him for relief!"

Harry turned his head and saw Draco and his 15-degree chin, as expected.He's joined by his childhood friend and current roommate, Bryce Zabini.

"You..." Ron frowned, "Didn't your family's property come from being the dog legs of the mysterious man? It's something to be proud of?"

Compared with Ron's frizz, Draco looked very graceful, his voice was still slow, and his tone didn't change a bit: "Weasley, I suggest you don't say anything without evidence, otherwise, my dad &#@#...my dad @#￥*%#..."

Harry raised his forehead.Draco really can't forget "my dad" at any time.

"Let's go to dinner, Draco." Harry hurriedly stopped Draco and Ron's tit-for-tat confrontation, he didn't want the two of them to have a quarrel because of him on the first day of school.

Draco obediently didn't make another sound, and dragged Zabini decisively back to his seat.

"Where have you been so early in the morning?" Draco asked.

Draco will come to find himself?Harry was a little surprised, after all, he still couldn't adapt to the state of seven years of deadly rivals: "I was a little excited when I first entered school and couldn't sleep." He explained, "I went out for a walk."

"I want to tell you, the Chief Warlord tonight." Draco said proudly, as if he wasn't the one who waited at Harry's door for 15 minutes in the morning.

Chief battle?What is that?

Harry's real Gryffindor pseudo-Slytherin Potter looked blank.

Draco almost couldn't help rolling his eyes, but fortunately his good noble education stopped him.The savior who grew up in the Muggle world is really terrible, and he needs to be educated about everything.

"The chief battle is a tradition that Slytherin has continued for 1000 years," Draco said in a slow tone, "Each year has a chief, and the whole house has a house chief, and only the third year can participate in the chief battle of the house." , the head of the house is responsible for guiding the education and leading the students of Slytherin."

"What's the difference between that and a prefect?" Harry humbly asked for advice.

"The prefect is arranged by the school, and the head is chosen by the Slytherin students themselves. Sometimes they are the same person, but sometimes they are not." Draco continued, "It can be said that the head of the house is Slytherin. spiritual leader."

Oh~~~~ It turns out that Slytherin still has such a thing.Harry thought embarrassingly, the head of the Slytherin house in the last life was Draco, right?No wonder so many people listen to him, this is not something that a prefect alone can achieve.

"How is the chief battle fought?"

"Compared to magic." Draco sneered, "It's not like wearing a silly hat in the sorting school to be the head of the first grade."

Well, then it has nothing to do with him.Harry cut a piece of beef pie and stuffed it into his mouth, thinking, it shouldn’t be a problem to win Slytherin’s head of the year or even the head of the house with his actual combat ability. The self who grew up in the world knows a bunch of magic that even seventh graders don't know?

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☆、Chapter 5

It's time for the official class.As soon as he entered the classroom, Harry saw Ron staring at him, Draco, and Bryce viciously.

"A bunch of Slytherin snakes!" Ron challenged loudly.

Harry thought Draco would be angry, but Draco just glanced at Ron and pulled Bryce and Harry to sit down without saying a word.

"Why... aren't you angry when he scolds you?" Harry was puzzled.

Dracopi explained with a half-smile: "Because 'viper' is a compliment for a Slytherin through and through."

Harry: "..."

He must know himself and his enemy before scolding others in the future!

This section is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.Professor McGonagall is a woman who looks stern, but Harry knows that she is the most responsible person.In the last life, when the war was at its height, after the death of Headmaster Dumbledore, she and Snape protected the entire Hogwarts students, one in the open and one in the dark.

But she is also a shrewd woman.In order to prevent her from discovering his secret, Harry must completely restrain his edge and behave in a low-key manner.

In the first lesson, Professor McGonagall taught them to turn matches into needles.With a simple spell and a flick of the wand, the row of matches in front of Professor McGonagall neatly turned into silver needles with gorgeous patterns.

Many students are eager to try and follow the steps taught by the professor step by step. The first one to succeed is Hermione Granger, the "know-it-all" lady of Gryffindor.

This was the first time Harry saw her in this life, and she was still the same as before, she was born in a Muggle family, but she was excellent enough to make many pure-blood students feel inferior.

"Very good, because of Miss Granger's success, Gryffindor will add five points." Professor McGonagall was very happy that the students in his college were so outstanding.

Hearing Professor McGonagall's compliment, Hermione sat up proudly.

The second successful Draco, the match turned into a needle with a Slytherin silver and green pattern, and Professor McGonagall looked at his result and also gave Slytherin five points.

It was Ron's turn to do it, but obviously his method was wrong, the bottom half of the match was turned into a needle, but the top match head was still there.Professor McGonagall shook his head in disappointment and walked towards Harry.

Harry tried to remember what the ugliest needle he'd ever seen was.

Half a day, to no avail.

Under the stern gaze of Professor McGonagall, Harry surrendered, chanted a spell and waved his wand. The match in front of him obediently turned into the most common silver needle. Although there was no pattern, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Very good, Mr. Potter, two points for Slytherin." Considering that Harry grew up in the Muggle world and had never been exposed to magic, such a result was enough to get Professor McGonagall's approval.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he wasn't under suspicion.

The history of magic class in the afternoon was uneventful. As a ghost, Professor Binns could only study in a daze. Harry caught up with a nap in the afternoon for his severe lack of sleep the night before.

After dinner it was time for what Draco called the chief battle.

Harry made up his mind not to participate, and was going to hide and watch other people perform.However, as soon as he stepped into the Slytherin common room, he saw a dark silhouette sitting on a chair.

No... no?Why is Severus here?

There is an excellent double agent supervising the formation, and it may be difficult for him to fool him.Harry grimaced.

He decided to play dead.Served as a decoration in the common room until no one challenged him, until Draco defeated all challengers without a doubt.

"Anyone else coming up?" Draco asked smugly.

There was silence.

"Wait." Snape narrowed his eyes, breaking the momentary silence, "Potter, you're not up yet."

Harry looked at the professor pitifully: "I've never learned magic, so I'm sure I can't beat Draco."

"Then you have to go up there," Snape ordered. "There are no fools in Slytherin."

"But no one is willing to die!" Harry replied directly in a hurry.

…………

Everyone is silent.

Snape gritted his teeth: "Then... Your Excellency the great savior is determined not to go up?"

Harry shivered. He knew that whenever Snape spoke in that tone, it meant... he was going to be in trouble!

"very good!……"

"I...I'm going!"

Before Snape could finish speaking, Harry quickly picked up his wand and walked tremblingly in front of Draco. The two bowed, and Harry tried to wink at him.

Now it's Draco's turn to be tangled, one is his friend, the other is his godfather, who will tell him how to choose? ?

Uh... "Disarming you!" After weighing for a long time, Draco threw the most understated disarming spell.

Harry obediently took his weapon away, and then bowed to Snape below: "I lost, Professor."

"Hmph." Snape was obviously dissatisfied, but he couldn't say anything more, so he let it go with a cold snort.

However, even if Harry wants to save trouble, there are always people who don't.

Suddenly, a dark red spell came to him from the crowd, the moment Harry bowed and raised his head.

Harry, who had experienced the most terrible war, recognized it as the Cruciatus Curse, one of the three Unforgivable Curses.He has every chance to jump away.But at the same time, he also knew that if he jumped away, it would mean his identity was exposed.he can not.

The Cruciatus Curse of students who are still studying at Hogwarts should be much less powerful than Voldemort's.Harry made up his mind and endured it without moving.

Snape was stunned, he subconsciously ran to Harry and hugged him in his arms.Having been Voldemort's subordinate for so many years, he certainly knew exactly what spell Harry was under.

Pain... This was Harry's first thought. The pain in his whole body was like being torn apart, but it lasted for a short time, and after half a minute, the pain eased a lot. I don't know how many times better the feeling of a few minutes is.

But the moment he woke up, a familiar herbal scent filled his nostrils.He opened his eyes slightly and found that Snape was carrying him to the cellar.

Has the old bat changed sex? ?Or was he so nice to him because he was a Slytherin?

The savior bit his tongue hard to make sure it was true.Woo...it hurts...

Snape almost blamed himself to death.He forced Harry to the challenge seat just to test whether he was the Harry of his previous life, but he didn't tell if he didn't test out, and Harry was...

Thinking of the scene just now, Snape wished he could kill himself, and when he looked down at the pale Harry, he subconsciously hugged the person in his arms even tighter.

Harry was surrounded by warm air, so comfortable that he almost thought he was in heaven.He remained motionless as Snape held him tightly.

Snape took Harry into the cellar and put him gently on the sofa. Seeing Harry, who was still pretending to be dead with his eyes closed, he shook his head helplessly.

"Stop pretending." Snape went to the potions cabinet and found a bottle of potion and handed it to Harry, "The Cruciatus Curse can only cause pain, but not stun, it's the Unforgivable Curse."

Harry had no choice but to open his eyes, took the potion and drank it, and the remaining pain in his body disappeared immediately.

"What's this?" Harry asked, handing the potion bottle back to Snape.

"You..." Snape almost vomited blood, "This is a soothing agent, used to alleviate the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse, but it is only effective for the mild Cruciatus Curse, and has no effect on the mature Cruciatus Curse. In addition, this Can you please ask the great savior before you drink next time? Otherwise, I will easily poison you."

Harry smiled.No matter how vicious this old bat with a poisonous tongue looks, his heart is extremely soft and kind.

"Your Majesty the Savior, if you don't mind, please condescend to rest for an hour in your humble potions master's office before going back to sleep!"

Harry couldn't help laughing out loud: "Then, thank you respected Potions Professor for taking me in."

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☆、Chapter 6

Harry leaned back on the sofa to watch Snape correct his homework.Today Snape was in Gryffindor and Slytherin fifth year class.

Looking at the homework of those Gryffindor trolls who couldn't even write clearly, Snape frowned fiercely.

Harry smiled.In the previous life, was Snape the same way, cursing him with a frown while pointing out the mistakes in detail and correcting them?

Snape called a house elf to bring Harry a glass of milk, hoping that he could sleep well and not be too scared by what happened at night, but now it seems that he was thinking too much.

The green-eyed little monster was holding a milk glass, happily watching him change his homework, and his emotions were not affected at all.

"Mr Potter." Snape stopped his pen and looked at Harry, "Need your humble Potions Professor remind you that you have homework tonight?"

"Ah!!" Harry remembered Snape's reminder, and his hands trembled, almost spilling the milk. "Homework, the essay on the history of magic. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Harry screamed.

"Hmph." Snape used a levitation spell to get a chair and put it in front of his desk, and floated a new piece of parchment and quill on the desk, and then said to Harry: "The book of the history of magic There's an old one in my cupboard, go and get it."

Harry obediently complied, and then began to do his homework.

There are Snape's notes in the history of magic, the same as the potions book of "Half-Blood Prince".Looking at Snape's slender handwriting, Harry couldn't help but imagine in his mind how Snape carefully recorded every bit of his experience in class when he was a student.

Uh... Harry looked at his thesis title, then at the professor's notes.

"S...Professor Snape."

"My lord, I have to remind you that your humble Potions professor is called Snape, not Snape. Because you don't respect the professor..."

"Can you punish after listening to me?" Harry hurriedly interrupted Snape, he was afraid that the courage he had finally mustered up would be frightened away by Snape's next punishment, "Your class notes are very important to me. Today's paper is very helpful, can I refer to it?"

"Is the savior's troll-like mind no longer able to write papers?" Snape narrowed his eyes, knowing exactly what the little troll wanted to do, "Yes, but... plus you didn't respect the professor before , for the next week, Mr Potter, you will have to come over for detention every night between 7:10 and [-]:[-]."

"Yes."

Harry happily obliged.He could be with this old bat every night for a week, and it was a joy to imagine.

Snape: "..."

He discovered to his frustration that there were still people who wished to be imprisoned by him.Had he been so nice to the little green-eyed troll that he liked himself so much now?

If Harry from the previous life came back, would he still treat him like this?

Thinking of this, Snape felt a little depressed, and he turned his attention back to the homework he was correcting.

wrong.

Snape suddenly remembered some details that he had overlooked before, that is, Harry was too calm about being attacked by the curse, it was abnormally calm.Shouldn't he be trying his best to ask himself who is going to attack him and why is he attacking him?Even complaining to Dumbledore would be more normal than it is now.

However, if the current Harry is really the previous Harry, how could he not be able to avoid the Cruciatus Curse?Shouldn't the war-baptized savior stand there like a fool and wait for the spell?Moreover, his fighting ability back then was grown up under his strict training, and he knew how much it was.

Snape was uncertain.

Harry's homework was quickly finished with the help of Snape's notes. Snape looked at the time, and it was almost curfew, so he stood up.

"In order not to let the savior of the wizarding world die under the attack of strange people, Mr. Potter..." Snape said slowly.

"Are you going to take me back in person?" Harry grinned.

Snape snorted as acquiescence, and then led him back to the Slytherin common room, and then all the way to Room 9 where Harry lived alone.

"Thank you Professor." Harry bowed politely, "Good night."

Snape nodded slightly, turned and left.Compared with the rampant little monster in the previous life, the savior of this life is just a quiet kitten.He couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, liked or somewhat disappointed, or both?

When they reached the door of the common room, Snape glanced at Theodore Knott, the current head of Slytherin, who understood and followed him to the cellar.

"Who is it?" Snape asked coldly.

As the reigning Slytherin leader for three years, Nott knew exactly what the Snake King was asking.

"Kelly Lestrange in fifth grade."

Kelly Lestrange?Rodolph Slestrange's nephew?

Snape understood, "I see, keep an eye on him."

"Yes, Professor."

When Nott walked out of the cellar, Snape threw a handful of Floo powder directly into Dumbledore's office.

Dumbledore was very happy to see Snape: "My child, what do you want me to do at this late hour? Would you like a lemon sherbet and talk slowly?"

He got up together, and the stars on the wizard's robe were shining with his movements.

Snape ignored his promotion of sweets, and said directly: "Your cute little savior was attacked by the Cruciatus Curse during the Slytherin Chief Battle, and the spell was cast by Kelly Lestrange in the fifth grade. .”

"The Cruciatus Curse?" Dumbledore frowned.

"So now, you can inform the parents to take people back." Snape turned to prepare to leave, "Using one of the three Unforgivable Curses in peaceful times, if an adult has already entered Azkaban at this moment, as for the future Adults...you should inform the Ministry of Magic to solve it."

"Wait, Severus." Dumbledore stopped him, looking anxious, "Harry, is Harry okay?"

Dumbledore's anxiety isn't just because Harry is the savior, he's still an 11-year-old after all.Being attacked by the Cruciatus Curse now, Dumbledore worried that it would leave a psychological shadow on him in the future.

"I can't die." Snape didn't want to say more, and crawled back to his cellar from the fireplace.

Dumbledore was left alone and muttered to Fox's phoenix: "Slytherin's chief battle is usually after dinner, and Severus didn't come to report to me until now. It must be Harry first. Taken care of."

Fox turned his head to look at the wall, to show his disdain to discuss this issue with the other party.

"You're really getting less and less cute."

Dumbledore muttered, and then completely sealed Hogwarts to ensure that Kelly Lestrange would not use any means to escape before writing to the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic's verdict came down early the next morning.The Ministry of Magic dare not underestimate the issue of the savior, but the Lestrange family is also one of the most prestigious pure-blood families in the magic world.Although the head of the house and his wife are both in Azkaban now, there are still many people left in the collateral line, which is enough to disturb the Ministry of Magic.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, turned gray overnight.This matter cannot be delayed. Harry Potter is a public figure. Once the situation escalates, the public will say that the Ministry of Magic is too incapable of handling affairs.But over at the Lestranges...

Fudge was about to cry, and held a high-level meeting of the Ministry of Magic overnight.After discussing all night, it was finally unanimously decided to let Kelly Lestrange take a year off from school to go home and reflect.

Even if this matter comes to an end.

Early the next morning, as soon as Harry woke up, he saw a group of people from the Ministry of Magic rush into the Slytherin dormitory and take away Kelly Lestrange who had just woken up.

Harry only had time to see the other person's face clearly, and those black eyes of extreme hatred.

The scar on his forehead hurt inexplicably.

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☆、Chapter 7

Harry was considered safe in Slytherin, and with the Snake King's unabashed care for him, no one dared to think about him any more.

On this day, the morning is flying class and the afternoon is defense against the dark arts class.

Harry's stomach twitched at the thought of seeing Quirrell's head of garlic eating breakfast, and he almost vomited everything he had eaten.

The Neville Longbottom kid was showing Ron and Hermione his Remembramble when Draco and Bryce passed the Gryffindor table.

"It's a memory ball." Neville looked excited. "Grandma knows I don't always remember - it'll tell you if there's something you've forgotten to do. See, you hold it tight, like this, If it turns red - oh..." the memory ball suddenly turned red, "you just forgot something..." and Neville was just there trying to remember what he forgot.

Draco snatched Neville's memory ball.As in the previous life, Professor McGonagall came, and Draco angrily dropped the memory ball and returned to the long table in Slytherin.

"You want that memory ball?" Harry couldn't help asking after seeing all this.

What the Malfoy family lacked most was money and all kinds of wonderful magic items. Why did Draco become possessive of Neville's ball?

"Yeah." Draco's voice was a little muffled, "My dad said that he would only buy me a memory ball if I was in the top three in the grade this school year."

Harry wanted to laugh a little, with Hermione as the sure winner, no matter how hard Draco worked, he couldn't compare to the Mudblood the Malfoy family despised, and even if Draco got the top three in the grade, Lucius Malfoy Foo certainly wouldn't give him a memory ball either.

During the flying lesson, Harry's broom jumped into his hand obediently.Harry looked both ways, Draco was fine, Hermione struggled a bit, Ron lost control and was hit by the broom.While riding a broomstick, Neville lost control of his broom, which took him to a height of tens of meters and then fell down. Unfortunately, Neville broke a bone.And then... same as the previous life, Neville's memory ball dropped, but he didn't realize it, and was taken directly to the medical wing by Mrs. Hodge.

Draco picked up Neville's memory ball and played with it in his hand, Ron saw it, Draco grabbed the broom and flew into the sky, Ron chased after him.

The little animals exclaimed.

Harry refused to be brave this time.He didn't want to be caught on the Quidditch team again by Professor McGonagall.Although he likes Quidditch, his natural physique caused him to compete with Quidditch.In the first grade, Professor Quirrell cursed his broom. In the second grade, Dobby almost killed him with an out-of-control Bludger. Performing a striptease in front of...

just forget it.

Harry couldn't help shivering when he recalled the past. Even if he never flew again in his life, he wouldn't fly so thrillingly.After living another life, he cherishes his life more than anyone else. After all, the main soul and Horcrux of Voldemort's snake-faced monster have not yet been solved.

Ron's flying skills are more than one level worse than Draco's. After all, he is a child from a poor family. He has never played with a broom, and Draco has been jumping on a children's broom since he was a child.

Ron was humiliated by missing the Remembrall, and Draco wouldn't have stopped his broom if he hadn't seen Mrs. Hodge coming back soon.Once the two had landed, Harry walked over to Draco.

"Okay Draco, give the ball back to Ron," Harry advised.

"Hmph." Draco reluctantly returned.

Harry looked at Draco and then at Ron, and joked, "Or do you just want to be chased by Ron?"

This pun made Draco and Ron look black.

Draco hurriedly threw the memory ball to Ron like throwing garbage, and Ron caught it in a hurry.

This side was just about to end, and two leaders came over there, pushing the show to the top again.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape had dark faces, and each held a small animal in their hands to give lectures.

"Ronald Weasley, because of your rough play in class, ten points from Gryffindor, and a month's labor service, you will go to Filch starting tonight." This is Professor McGonagall.

"Draco Malfoy, copy the "Slytherin Rules" two hundred times a week, plus a month's labor service, and go to Filch with Mr. Weasley." This is Professor Snape.

╮(╯▽╰)╭ It can be seen from this that, under any circumstances, Professor Snape will not deduct Slytherin's points.

Harry thought awkwardly.

Anyway, what happened this time has nothing to do with him, so there is nothing wrong with watching the excitement.

Both Draco and Ron looked ugly.

"Malfoy, I want to fight you!"

After the two leaders came to give guidance and were sent back, Ron couldn't help it, and growled at Draco in a low voice.

"Just you?" Draco raised his chin, as proud as his peacock.

Ron was angry: "Don't you dare?"

Draco sneered, "I'm just worried you're going to cry for your mother."

"you……"

Seeing that the war was about to break out, Mrs. Hodge just came back.Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon, Harry brought cooling oil into the classroom in advance.I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the garlic smell on Quirrell was stronger than in his previous life.

Harry, Draco and Bryce, the three of them sat together to share cooling oil.

Quirrell's class was simply miserable for Harry.The scar on his head was extremely painful, coupled with his stuttering reading and the smell of garlic in the room, it really tortured him from the sense of smell, hearing and touch.

Hey, Harry thought bitterly while listening to Quirrell, why didn't Voldemort curse the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts to change every six months or even every month?Look at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he bumped into!Quirrell in this school year, Lockhart in next year, Remus in the third grade is easier to say, the fourth grade is simply taught by Death Eaters, and the fifth grade... Merlin, don't think about it, you should think about it this semester. Get rid of the main soul behind Quirrell's head. If it goes well, he won't have to face that pink toad later.

Harry thought about it with tears in his eyes.

He managed to get through the afternoon class, and when he heard the bell for the end of get out of class, Harry hurried back to the dormitory to take a shower, and didn't even eat his meal.He felt that Quirrell's garlic smelled all over his body, and he was going to be locked up with Severus in a while.If the smell of garlic filled the cellar, the old bat wouldn't hesitate to throw him into the cauldron to make a potion, Harry thought bitterly.

Sure enough, Lysnape was waiting for him in the cellar.

"Do your homework first, and then I have something to ask you." After leaving this sentence, the old bat went into the workshop to brew the potion.

Harry was deeply threatened by him, and was grinding away his Defense Against the Dark Arts paper at the rate of one word a minute.

The two times when Snape came out in the middle, he saw Harry torturing his quill without exception, and the old bat finally became anxious.

"I'll give you another 10 minutes and if you still can't finish writing, from tomorrow onwards, you will collect slug mucus for me during confinement!"

Harry solved the homework within 3 minutes, and then looked at the old bat devoutly:

"What do you want to ask me?"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. In the previous life, the two of them had always been in a state of mutual dislike and hostility. In this life, facing such a savior, he couldn't adapt.

"Well, can the great savior tell me about his humble potion..."

"Stop!" Snape quickly interrupted him before he finished talking about Harry, "Can't you call me Harry? Are you tired of mocking me like this every time?"

Snape gave the little green-eyed troll a hard look.

No student has ever dared to bargain with him, but this little monster in front of him is challenging his bottom line step by step, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong with this. His attitude towards Harry in the previous life was too bad, but in this life It's okay to make it up to him, and it's also nice to see Harry who completely trusts him and likes him.

Thinking of this, Snape spoke again: "Then Harry..."

Harry covered his face and almost cried, he couldn't figure out why the old bat sounded so ironic even when he was called by his Christian name?

"What's going on with Draco and little Mr. Weasley today?"

Snape wondered why Harry in this life didn't get involved. In the previous life, the image of the little troll whose actions always preceded the brain seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the boy in front of him, and he couldn't understand it.

"Just kidding," Harry shrugged indifferently. It's inevitable for children to fight and fight, and he couldn't stop them, "Didn't Draco take the initiative to return the memory ball to Ron?"

Such an understatement?Snape faintly felt that something was wrong with Harry. This personality was too different from the previous life. Even if Harry was reborn, he shouldn't be like this, right?

But it can also be seen from this that Harry is more like a Slytherin now.Know what to say and what not to say, what to do and what not to do.Being able to protect himself well is what he expects most from Harry now.

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☆、Chapter 8

Friday morning was Potions class, and this was the first time Harry attended Professor Snape's class after being reborn. Gryffindor and Slytherin were still together.

With the same memory as the previous life, Harry looked around, the underground classroom, and glass jars filled with dead animals along the walls.He suddenly felt that it was not easy for the old bat in the previous life to hate him so much that he didn't throw him into a glass jar and make a potion together!

Thinking wildly, when it was time for class, Snape walked to the podium and started the opening speech that Harry could almost recite:

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making. Since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I do not expect you to really grasp The beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron is emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their wills blurred...I can teach you how to improve Prestige, brewing honor, even preventing death—but only if you're not the chump fools I'm so used to seeing."

Hearing this, Hermione Granger of Gryffindor sat up straight, as if she wanted to prove to Professor Snape that she was not an idiot.

Harry in the previous life saw that Snape was too nervous. Now that he calmed down, he suddenly had a strange feeling—the words of the old bat... are more suitable for the old witch in Muggle cartoons , a wrinkled pointed hat, wearing a dirty wizard robe, smiling extremely evilly, beside a cauldron boiling dark green liquid bubbling, often used to scare children, commonly known as the image of an old witch.When he was a child, he watched Dali and watched that kind of cartoon.

Snape, a male wizard in his thirties, uttered these words, which made people feel inconsistent no matter what they thought.

Harry almost laughed.

Probably aware of Harry's absent-mindedness, Snape suddenly called out:

"Potter!"

Harry held back his emotions and stood up quickly. With his previous life experience, he knew that Snape would make things difficult for him in the first class.Although he treated him a lot better in this life, just in case he deliberately recited "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Mushrooms" from beginning to end.

"What do I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

Harry was completely speechless.Can't the old bat in this life ask him another question?If he couldn't answer it, if the old bat knew that he had learned potions from him for five years and still didn't know how to ask such questions, he might throw ten Cruciatus Curse at him.What an embarrassment to him!

"Water of Death, Professor, a powerful sleeping pill."

Snape nodded in satisfaction, and continued to ask: "Then if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

……

Harry thought embarrassingly, should I answer you by the way that Zhouxing aconitum and chamaejasma aconitum are the same plant and are collectively called aconitum?

"In the stomach of a cow, Professor."

"Very well, Potter, five points for Slytherin." Snape gave Harry a deep look. "So, can you tell me how you found out?"

"The content of the water of life and death is on page 69 of "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi", and the bezoar is on page 95 of this book, Professor." Harry replied calmly.

"Very good, Potter, five more points for Slytherin because you have prepared well before class."

The old bat has never been stingy with adding points to his academy.

There is one more problem, I don't know if the old bat has given up or someone else is going to be unlucky, Harry thought maliciously.

"Sycophant." Ron's soft disdain came from the Gryffindor seat in front.

it's over... ron you're too young