[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

Snape walked into the Potions classroom with a cold face, it was a bit cold inside, and the room was already filled with little trolls.Except for a few outstanding students who were very quiet, more children were chattering non-stop and almost toppled the roof.

"If you can't keep your mouths shut, then I'll keep you from ever being able to." Snape just said this, and in an instant, the surroundings were silent...

Snape had never been a patient person, his cold deep black eyes swept over the little trolls who suddenly froze, you know he used to confront Voldemort with those same eyes.

"If you've read Headmaster Dumbledore's notice, I think it's clear enough. Professor Slughorn has submitted his retirement letter to the school. From today, I'm your new Potions Professor. My name is Severus Snape. "At this time, the chalk automatically wrote the words Severus Snape on the blackboard.

Seamus grabbed Ron excitedly, and whispered in his ear, "He's a Prince, and my dad told me he's a half-breed, and his father was a Muggle." Seamus was born into a wizarding family, and Snape's incident There was a lot of trouble, and many people knew about him.

Snape narrowed his eyes and noticed the guy who was whispering in class, the chalk on the blackboard flew towards Seamus and hit Seamus loudly on the forehead.

"Mr. Finnigan, ten points from Gryffindor for your whispering. I've heard that's how professors usually deal with it at Hogwarts," Snape said coldly.

"Professor Slughorn's attitude towards students may be friendly and tactful, but that's not my style. I hope you will keep this in mind." The three fires that Snape's new official took office seemed to be burning quite vigorously.

"Since there's no foolish wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, y'all Can't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blur. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is, you are not I often encounter Just be as stupid as you can get." Snape finally said his life creed.

"Now, start the class." Snape had only ever taught one student, his cousin Borg Prince, and Borg was a potions prodigy his size.So when Snape used the same method to teach these little monsters, but found that no one understood what he meant, Snape finally realized that the world is really full of idiots everywhere, and he began to despair about the future up.

"No no no, you're doing it wrong." James secretly told Neville that his porcupine quills were premature.

"Professor James Potter!" Snape roared sternly.

"Yes." James raised his hand.

"This is a Potions class, not a flying class, what are you doing here?" Snape looked displeased at the guy who appeared out of nowhere, when did he come in?

"I, I'm here to listen." James had long missed the majestic Potions Professor Snape, and knowing that Snape had finally agreed to take up the post at Hogwarts, how could he bear it.

"Hogwarts encourages professors to communicate and observe each other to improve the quality of teaching."

"Since it's an audit, please keep your mouth shut and don't judge my students in my class." Snape walked to Neville's side, and Neville was trembling with fear.

"Mr. Longbottom, please listen to Professor Potter's teachings during flying lessons. Now let me remind you that your porcupine quills are premature, and your head needs to be re-forged." Snape said The corners of the black robe fluttered, and a powerful aura filled the entire classroom.

Ron moved closer to Hermione's side.

"Oh, he's horrible..." Ron was already starting to feel some sort of sad feeling for Neville, and maybe he'd be next.

"Hush!" Hermione glared at Ron, she didn't want Gryffindor to lose another ten points for 'whispering'.

When it was time to dismiss, except for Slytherin, all other colleges had their points deducted. Everyone walked out dejectedly, cursing the new terrible Potions professor at the same time.Someone secretly nicknamed him, Greasy Old Bat...

"It's in good shape." At Albus' request, Snape gave Draco a special treatment after class.Instructing Potions and some Defense Against the Dark Arts, and at the same time, guiding the child's confused life, Albus felt that all these learnings were quite necessary for a future savior.

"Looks like you've learned a lot recently." Snape could see that something had changed in Draco.

"People have to grow up, Mr. Snape." Draco was very emotional. In the past, he only had his family and Voldemort in his life, which made his vision extremely narrow, and a narrow person is always easy to get lost and trapped in a cocoon. .

"Mr. Snape, can you tell me something about you and Professor Potter?" Others may not know, but Draco is very clear about the relationship between these two people.

"What do you want to know?" Snape didn't understand why Draco would ask.

"Why can Slytherins get along happily with Gryffindor." Draco explained, in fact, what he wanted to know more was why the Slytherins around him, those truly outstanding Slytherins, chose to chase the sun.

"Someone told me that Slytherin's destiny is to fight against Gryffindor." This was Voldemort's theory, but to Draco, people all have the instinct to chase the sun, even Slytherin.Was it wrong for him to seek sunshine and warmth from Voldemort?

Because it was too lonely, he and Voldemort snuggled up to each other for warmth in their world. The two cold Slytherins leaned against each other, eager to get close to the only partner, but kept frostbiting each other.After all, where is the warmth he wants?

"A real Slytherin won't follow everyone else's advice, Draco. Your true destiny needs to be found and decided by yourself." Snape looked at this young man who was much more mature than his peers.

Draco didn't know what his fate was, and the 11-year-old Slytherin boy couldn't figure out such a complicated issue.

"Draco, Slytherins will be confused, but Slytherins will not be lost forever. I once told Reuglus this sentence. I hope you can understand it one day."

"Of course, if you're starting to feel lost, you might as well take a look back, Draco." After Snape said, his eyes moved to the door of the classroom...

"Professor Snape, good evening." Hermione shrugged cautiously, so the professor was still there.

Draco turned around and saw the two slightly nervous children.

"Draco, if your get out of class is over, let's go to dinner." Ron poked his head out from behind Hermione.

Look back and take a look... It turns out that you can have more...

Ron had mixed feelings about Draco, and logically, he should hate that guy, they were a blood feud.But, forgive Ron for really not feeling disgusted with that lonely boy, he even thinks Draco is very pitiful... others may not see it, but Ron has always felt that Draco is always so cautious when dealing with people , as if afraid of hurting someone, or afraid that others would hate him. Draco didn't need to be like this, he was from a good background, good-looking, good skills, he was good at everything, it was too late for others to fawn on him!isn't it?

"Today, today, I, we learn, learn, understand a kind of, a kind of creature, huge huge..."

Ron chewed his mouth and followed Quirrell with a 'giant', with a worried expression on his face.

"Troll!"

"Oh." Ron let out a long breath, and he finally finished the sentence.

"I really don't know Headmaster Dumbledore, Quirrell can teach him a 'superior' class." Ron said to Draco beside him.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts should have been the course I was most looking forward to." Ron said with emotion.

"Don't be so depressed, Professor Quirrell just can't speak clearly." Draco had just learned to go out to the outside world recently, and he warned himself to tolerate the world as he tolerated Voldemort. After all, this was the first time he made friends in his life. into the crowd for the first time.

"Yes, can anyone tell me the classification of trolls and the level of magic power?" Professor Quirrell asked, he was a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts hired by Albus temporarily, a young man, gentle and clean, but stuttering .

Hermione held her hands high, as if she was going to jump the next moment.

"Miss Hermione Granger."

"Trolls grow in Scandinavia. They are divided into three types: mountain monsters, forest monsters, and water monsters. The magic level is four."

"Very, very good, ten points for Gryffindor!"

"He actually taught us trolls, which my brother said was only in fourth grade," Ron muttered.

"I think he's going to take us to see the troll, there's one in the castle at Hogwarts, I know." Draco said, and sure enough, Professor Quirrell proposed to take everyone to see the troll before he finished speaking.

"Draco, have you seen a troll?" Ron asked the whole way, looking nervous.

"I don't know if that counts." Draco mused.

"In fact, at that time, I only heard their voices, the two mountain monsters who were talking, made a wheezing sound, and then I ran away." Draco seemed a little embarrassed when he said that, deserters are nothing It's something to brag about.

"You still have the courage to run away. If it was me, I would have fainted on the spot." Ron was serious, either he fainted from fright, or he froze from fright as if he had been petrified.

"Draco, have you been to Scandinavia?"

"Yeah, with Professor Snape. I've been on a study tour with him every year since I was six, and my father said that would make me learn more."

"You're amazing... to be in the same room as Professor Snape and get away with it." Snape had become synonymous with demons in Ron's mind.

At this time, Quirrell had already reached the square of Hogwarts, where there was a huge cage covered with a curtain, rattling and rattling non-stop, presumably the troll was locked inside.

Quirrell lifted the curtain, and everyone was able to see the true face of the big guy.A good twelve feet high, with a bald head, pale green skin, and fine, matted hair.

"It's a wood monster." Hermione said to Ron calmly, although everyone could see that she was terrified at the moment.

"Please Miss Know-It-All, I know it's a forest monster." Ron always felt that Hermione treated him like a retard.

Quirrell began to explain the spells needed to deal with the trolls through the cage, and encouraged everyone to try them.The spells learned in the first grade are only stunned. The magic ability of the first-year little wizard is like nowhere for the troll. The troll is attacked by this painless attack and starts to get angry. The temper of the troll is always bad. , it roared, and its appearance became even more terrifying.Quirrell didn't expect the children to bring down the troll. His main purpose was just to use the troll's ability to resist spells, so that everyone could practice reciting spells and using wands to launch spells.

"It's useless at all." Ron waved his willow wand, he was a little annoyed that everyone else had already learned how to use the spell, but he didn't respond at all.

"Ron, you're too distracted." Draco finally drew his own wand, eleven inches of holly with a core of phoenix feathers, the perfect match for Voldemort.This wand fit perfectly with Draco's body, maybe Voldemort was hidden in his body and was discovered by the wand, because it is said that his wand and Voldemort's original wand came from the tail feather of the same phoenix.

"The most important thing about spells is to concentrate." Draco pointed his wand at the crazy troll in the cage in a fairly standard posture.

"Drowsy!" Green light burst out from the tip of the wand, and the troll began to show obvious signs of drowsiness after being hit.

"All petrified!" The faint blue light burst out again, and the giant fell to the ground stiffly, making a loud noise.

Ron stood still with his mouth wide open, as if it wasn't the troll but him who had been petrified.

"Good! Very, very good!" Quirrell seemed very happy. There are outstanding students in the class, which is the pride of a teacher.

"It's, obviously, Mr. Draco Malfoy doing pre-class lessons," Quirrell said, petrifying everything was a spell for the next class.

"Ten points from Slytherin, for, for Mr. Malfoy's outstanding performance."

Ron didn't know how Draco did it, he brought the troll down!

"You and Hermione should form a jack-of-all-trades duo." Ron blinked, there was no need for Draco to run away at that time, it was the two trolls who should run away.

Draco laughed at the other person's teasing, he had never been teased before, it felt fresh.He was taught by Voldemort, and it was obvious that his magical ability could not be at the same level as Ron and others, besides, Draco himself was a very talented wizard.

"If you're willing to ask Professor Snape for advice, you can." Draco half-jokingly said.

"Professor Snape has always been very strict with his students, even a fool can bloom under his teaching."

"Forget it, I'd rather be an idiot." Ron shuddered.