[HP] This Evil

Maybe there is a reason why the Sorting Hat didn't sort me into Ravenclaw. Catherine depressedly grabbed her wand and looked at the unchanged matches on the table. Not only Catherine, but almost all the students were pointing at their matches Worrying, Professor McGonagall, who teaches transfiguration, asked them to turn the match into a needle, but most of the class has passed, and no one has succeeded.

"It's so hard, we're only in first year," Pansy said, waving her wand irritably, "Draco, don't you?"

"It must be the late Potter who brought the bad luck to me." Draco frowned and repeatedly looked through the notes he had just recorded, and then looked back at Theodore Not, and found that he hadn't changed yet, he was relieved But also more impatient.Until the end of get out of class, only Hermione Granger of Gryffindor succeeded, and Professor McGonagall showed the first smile of the day.

Even though she is a Slytherin herself, Catherine thinks that Professor Snape seems to have some prejudice against Harry Potter.

"Mr. Potter, please tell me what will be obtained by adding daffodil root powder to the wormwood liquid?"

Harry shook his head, and Hermione Granger, beside him, held her hands high.

"We haven't lectured yet, why do we have to ask questions?" Daphne was a little nervous, afraid that she would be called by name in a while, "Do you know what you can get, Catherine?"

"Life and death water." Catherine whispered to Daphne beside her.

"Tsk, it looks like you didn't preview." Professor Snape pouted contemptuously, "Second question, where can I get bezoar?" Hermione raised her hand even higher.Harry shook his head still.

"Where is where?" Daphne continued to ask, and Blaise Zabini, who was sitting in front of them, also turned around. "In the stomach of a cow," Catherine said.

"I'll give you one last chance to tell me the difference between aconite and wolfbane." Professor Snape stared straight at Harry, and Daphne stared at Catherine. "It could be that there is no difference, or it could be that the former is poisonous and the latter can be detoxified, I can't remember." Catherine said.

"There is no difference, they are the same plant." Draco, who was sitting next to Blaise, turned his head and said.

"I thought you could ask Hermione, she might know," said Harry.Hermione was about to get up from the stool.

"She's really positive," Blaise looked at Hermione and said disdainfully, "tell the answer, or Gryffindor will get extra points."

But obviously Blaise thought too much, "Put your hands down, silly girl." Professor Snape said, "Because Potter didn't preview and was rude to the teacher, Gryffindor deducted five points." Slytherin students Laughing, Draco was especially presumptuous.

Potions class has officially started. Today's teaching content is to make a simple potion that can cure scabies.Snape walked around the classroom wearing a black wizard robe, inspecting the students' pharmaceutical process, "Miss Ferrara, can you tell me how you grind the wisteria petals into powder?"

"First dry the petals on the crucible, then cut them against the texture of the petals, grind them into powder on a brass medicine mill, dry them again on the crucible, and finally filter them with the smallest sieve. As you just said," Catherine replied.

"Yes, as I just said. Look at Potter, how easy it is, why can't you make a perfect wisteria pollen like Miss Ferrara?" Snape said sullenly.

"Don't pay attention to him, Snape is notoriously unreasonable." Ron poked Harry's waist and said, looking at their own pollen, which was clearly qualified.

Suddenly there was a burst of green smoke in the classroom, Gryffindor's Neville Longbottom boiled his cauldron, and the potion in the pot spilled on the ground, giving off an unpleasant smell, and some potion spilled on him Body, the pain made him cry out.

"Idiot, you must have put pig thorns in the cauldron without taking it off the fire." (Note 1) Professor Snape roared, and cleaned up the mess on the ground with his wand. "Send him up to Madam Pomfrey in the ward, some of you should know where the ward is, who knows, hurry up and take this idiot to see Madam Pomfrey." Professor Snape snapped, using his His cold eyes looked around at the classmates in the classroom. A minute passed, no one spoke, Neville was sobbing, and then everyone heard Harry say, "Professor, I can take Neville to look for it."

"Look for it? So you don't know where the ward is, do you, Potter? It seems to me that you don't want to take your classmates to the ward, but you want to use this opportunity to slip away from Potions class, don't you?" ?" Professor Snape stared at Harry. "Five more points from Gryffindor for Potter's breach of classroom discipline."

"Don't tell me, none of you know where the ward is." Snape said, Neville's scabies were getting more and more, but Snape didn't even look at him.

"We only came to Hogwarts last night, how could we know where the ward is." Several Gryffindors whispered.

"Professor, let me take him. I know where to find Madam Pomfrey." Catherine said before the dean roared for the second time.

"Very well, Miss Ferrara." Snape nodded, glared at Neville again, and turned back to the podium.

"Thank you, thank you." Neville sobbed after coming out of the potions classroom.

Catherine didn't speak, and actually she didn't know where to find Madam Pomfrey, but she really couldn't imagine what it would be like when the Dean yelled for the second time, in case Snape got angry and left them a lot of homework Too bad, now she needs to find a senior who can tell her where the infirmary is.

"Hello." Catherine grabbed a tall Hufflepuff, "Hello, senior, can you tell me where the medical room is, my classmate is injured."

The tall Hufflepuff glanced at Catherine's tie, then at Neville behind her, a little surprised, but still said, "Come on, I'll take you there."

There is no more boring course than the history of magic. Professor Binns who teaches this course is a ghost. He likes to drag his voice and shake his head when reading the text. Many students fall asleep on their desks.Draco was impatiently writing notes, while still babbling about how Catherine sent Neville to the infirmary yesterday, "He's a stupid Gryffindor, Catherine, your friendship shouldn't extend to them."

"As I said, I have no intention of making friends with Longbottom. I hate people who cry." Catherine explained with a sigh. She has said these words several times since yesterday, "I just don't want the dean to send Temper, it will be bad if he gets angry and implicates us."

"Professor Snape doesn't punish the students of his own house, and didn't he say yesterday that your potion is as good as mine," Draco said.

Catherine: "..."

"How did she do it? She's still asking Professor Binns for advice?" Draco looked past Catherine and looked at Ravenclaw opposite. Mary was holding a book and asking Professor Binns something.But her voice seemed to be too low. Professor Binns asked her several times but couldn't hear what she was saying.

"There will always be someone interested in this class." Catherine continued to stroke the quill, but the writing became more and more messy.

"That's why I always say Ravenclaws are nerds," Draco continued. "Slytherin, Slytherin is the best house. The great Merlin graduated from here. I believe that everyone here can leave a name in history. In the history of magic class 100 years later, they will learn What a wonderful person Draco Malfoy is."

"What about Crabbe and Goyle? Why will they remain in history? Did they eat a hundred pumpkin pies in one meal?" Catherine raised her head and pointed with her chin to sit in the last row, almost falling asleep Snoring Goyle and Crabbe.

"They?" Draco's brows twitched, with a look of disgust on his face, "I think, well, they're an exception. They can't even tell which is left."

"Very good, very good, child, you have a very thorough understanding of the causes of the twelfth-century Anglo-French wizarding conference. Come on, stand up, then tell others your understanding, and speak loudly." Professor Binns looked extremely happy , the translucent body almost pierced through the desk.But Mary became very anxious, and she didn't have the look she had when she was discussing the problem with the professor. She stood up slowly and hesitated for a while before starting to speak, but she was soon interrupted by the laughter in the class.

"My God, what was she talking about?" Pansy Parkinson laughed exaggeratedly.Goyle and Crabbe were woken up by the laughter. They didn't know what was going on, but they also giggled.

"I know what she's talking about," Blaise poked his head next to Pansy, "and she said, N(me) four () a) a () mudblood from (from) the country, covered in mud (taste)." The surrounding Slytherins laughed even more exaggeratedly.

"She talks the same way as the guy we met at Madam Malkin's the other day," Draco said to Catherine, sneering disdainfully.

They were the same person, Catherine thought, but she didn't say it. She felt that Mary was about to cry, and Professor Binns' discipline was in vain, and several Ravenclaws laughed quietly.

"You don't remember right here." Catherine noticed a mistake in Draco's notes slumped on the table with sharp eyes, so she decided to interrupt his laughter immediately, "It should be the wicked Urick, not the weird Errick .”

Draco frowned and looked at his notes dissatisfied, grabbed a pen and started to revise.

Mary finally cried out, she ran down without finishing her sentence, buried her head in her arms and twitched, Professor Binns was about to explode, he deducted five points from Slytherin, Pansy and the others Just shut up.In the remaining half of the class, everyone spent the new blackboard notes left by Professor Binns and Mary's small sobs.

Does someone have to cry every day in class?Catherine thought sadly while clutching her quill that she had snatched from an adult wizard for ten Galleons at the changing ink stationery store.

Even if you have money, you can't spend it indiscriminately.

Sitting in the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Catherine stared at Professor Quirrell nervously and awkwardly, and found that the other party was the adult wizard who had taken the quill away from her. The worst thing was that Professor Quirrell also recognized her.

"Oh...Ferrara...Miss La, this swan feather quill is very...suitable for you." Professor Quirrell didn't look angry, he always stuttered and promised, which made Catherine feel more is a jerk.But soon she didn't have time to think about whether she was an asshole, because the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was a disaster, the whole classroom was full of garlic smell, Professor Quirrell was more boring than Professor Binns, but because of the irritation Everyone couldn't sleep because of the garlic smell in their noses, and everyone was looking forward to the end of class.

Note 1: "Porcupine quills were put in without removing the pot from the fire" from Chapter 8 "Potions Teacher" of "Sorcerer's Stone"