Stepfather of HP

There is plenty of time to learn about Hogwarts. "

"That's true." Ron nodded, "There is no other place to go to school except Hogwarts. We can only go to Hogsmeade in the third grade. I really hope that the third grade will arrive soon, but we can Playing Quidditch, where do you play?"

"The Chaser—maybe, my godfather always wanted me to be a Chaser, but I'd rather be a footballer...too bad I can't play on the school team, it's not fair to others I'm a wizard...so I'll be in Quebec Let's go to the odd team, we can play fair with everyone." It has always been Harry's regret not to be able to join the school's football team.

"I've been telling you not to take it so seriously." Hermione sighed.

"I don't know what football is, but Quidditch is the most fun sport in the world." Ron happily talked about the famous game he played Quidditch with his brothers and watched together... Just as he was talking At the most exciting moment, the door of the compartment was pushed open again.

Three boys came in, led by Draco Malfoy.

"With Muggles...you sure are depraved."

"How much did you pay for the servant? Has your father finally realized that you can't find real friends, you can only hire them?" On bickering, Harry would not lose to Malfoy.

Ron was amused by his words, "Do you think it's funny? Don't ask who you are. My father told me that the Weasleys are all red-haired, freckled, and there are too many children to support." Mal Fu challenged Ron, "You'd better pay attention to your behavior, so as not to discredit——Professor Snape! Of course he noticed this and never asked you to change your surname. You will follow the old path of your parents, and they will Somehow, if you hang out with Weasleys and Muggleborns, it will be affected..."

Harry and Ron stood up abruptly, and Hermione reached for her wand, thinking about what would happen if they fought on the train...

"Can you say that again?"

"Do you want to fight?" Mal sneered.

"Unless you get out of here now," said Harry, who wasn't as brave as he looked, because Crabbe and Goyle were much bigger than he and Ron.

"But we didn't mean to leave, did we, boys, we ate up all the food, and you seem to have some more here."

Goyle reached out to grab the chocolate frog next to Ron. Ron pounced forward, and before he even touched Goyle, Goyle let out a scream.

Scabbers the mouse was hanging from his finger, its sharp little teeth digging deep into Goyle's flesh - Goyle screamed and kept waving Scabbers off; Crabbe and Malfoy went straight Backed away; finally Banban was thrown off and hit the window; the three of them immediately took advantage of the opportunity to slip away.

"I think it must have passed out," Ron said to Harry.He moved closer to Banban to examine it carefully, "Oh, I can't believe it, it fell asleep again."

It really fell asleep.

"Do you know Malfoy?"

"I wish I didn't know him. I've known him since I was very young. Our family is—" Harry really didn't want to say. , of course I hate him too."

"I've heard about his family," said Ron darkly. "They were the first ones to come back to us when You-Know-Who disappeared. My dad doesn't believe they've gone mad. He says Mal Fu's father easily fell to the underworld without making any excuses, if your father is friends with him..."

"My father said he went wrong when he was young, but Uncle Lucius is actually pretty good." Harry was a little embarrassed, he knew that his father's reputation in the wizarding world was not good, and Sirius never let go of any suggestion. At this point, "I should really introduce Ivan to Malfoy."

"What?" Ron tilted his head, and Hermione covered her mouth and snickered.

"My classmate, Hermione must have heard that his father was an official of the Muggle government. On a certain occasion, he said something inappropriate and was forced to step down. God knows he just praised a black worker for speaking English well. Very standard."

"Some black people's English is not standard. They have their own language... Ivan's father, Senator Witt, was considered racially discriminatory. He stepped down in a mess. Harry, I didn't expect you and his son Classmate, that kid looks fat and stupid on TV."

"He's actually fat and stupid." Harry laughed. "In the Muggle world, if the son of a government official talked like Draco Malfoy, his father's political life would be over." Harry Shrugging, Ivan must have felt that his father had been wronged when he saw Malfoy.

"The train is coming to the station, we'd better change into our school robes." Harry took off his homely robes and changed into his school robes. Ron also changed into his robes. The robes were a little short, revealing his white sneakers. Hermione just Just take out your robe and put it on.

Harry glanced out the window, the sun had already set, leaving only a deep purple afterglow, the day passed by the train really quickly, he took a deep breath, this time he really arrived at Hogwarts .

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Didn't realize there was so much debate about Ron

There has always been a competitive relationship between same-sex friends, whether they are men or women, in all honesty, as a woman, who would like to have a good friend who is rich, beautiful, famous, and always attracts attention?Who wants to be a green leaf?Ron is already rare, if he is nice to Harry just because Harry is a celebrity, the price he has to pay is too great, every time Harry is born and dies, there is one of him, but what people remember is that Harry did something.

Hermione is different, she is a girl, her own existence is special enough, but has she ever had a good same-sex friend?Hermione puts a lot of pressure on friends of the same sex, let alone Harry.

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Published on 2011-6-3004:41|Only look at the author

24. Branch

When Harry graduated from primary school, he had looked down on the first graders, and this time it was his turn to be looked down upon. When he got off the train, the older seniors and seniors in the uniforms of the four universities were familiar with their friends and friends. When they passed him, there was Some people would look "inadvertently" a few more times, and then whisper to the people around them. The identity of Professor Snape's son destined him to attract attention.

It was getting dark, and a tall giant appeared on the side of the road with a lantern, greeting the first-year students. Harry suddenly felt nervous. This was the person who had appeared in his dream, and it was the first time he had actually appeared in front of him. before.

"Don't be afraid, just follow along." Ron took his hand, and Harry felt Ron's hand was cold and wet. Would children who grew up in the wizarding world feel dazed and scared?Harry felt a lot more relaxed. Compared with these people, he was the one who knew Hogwarts the most.

Following the uneven pace of the team, the giant's pace was slowed down, and it was still a bit too big for these 11-year-old boys and girls.

They didn't go all the way with the other grades, they followed the continuous advancing team, and they came to the edge of the Black Lake, and it was already dark at this time.

"The book says that there are mermaids and other monsters living in the Black Lake." Hermione's voice trembled a little.

"Hogwarts has lost students before the first day." Harry wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but no one was in the mood to laugh. They were on the same boat as a fat, sluggish young boy , he was a little annoyed, he was looking for his toad along the way.

"I think it will," Hermione whispered reassuringly, "and toads can swim, too."

"It has never really been in such a deep water. It will be eaten by the monsters in the lake." The little boy was about to cry, and he sniffed, "Neville Longbottom."

"Hermione Granger." Granger didn't know how to comfort him.

"Harry Potter."

"Ron Weasley." For Hermione's sake, both Harry and Ron reported their names. They had no interest in this crying little boy. They had already reached the point where they thought crying was extremely shameful. the age of things.

"Look!" Hermione pointed to the distance, they raised their heads, and in the distance, in the shadow of the night, a towering Gothic castle could be seen indistinctly. The dots of lights were like beautiful gems. This was Hogwarts, the first One can't help but fall in love with it at a glance.

The freshmen on board were constantly amazed by the castle, and everyone was looking forward to their study career in the next seven years.

[As they approached the cliff on which the castle stood, the castle seemed to tower over their heads. "Heads down!" Hagrid yelled as the first boats approached the cliff.All bowed their heads, and the boat carried them through the curtain of ivy that covered the face of the cliff to the secret open entrance.They followed a dark tunnel that seemed to go beneath the castle, and at last they came to what looked like an underground pier, and then climbed up a patch of gravel and small pebbles.

"Hey, look! Is this your toad?" Hagrid said as the students disembarked, as he checked the empties.

"Thank God!" Neville cried ecstatically, arms outstretched.Then they climbed a tunnel in the rock by the light of Hagrid's lantern, and at last they came to a flat, wet meadow in the shadow of the castle.

They climbed a flight of stone steps and gathered in front of a huge oaken door. "Is it all here? Look, is your toad still there?" Hagrid raised a huge fist and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened instantly.A tall dark-haired witch in emerald green robes stood in front of the gate.She looked serious, and Harry's first thought was that this was a difficult person to deal with.

"First-year freshman, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Let me pick you up when you get here."】

Harry thought Snape Manor was big enough, but just pointing to a hall let Harry know how narrow he used to be, he had visited other famous castles in England, those castles and Hogwarts were lost In terms of color, Hogwarts may not be the most magnificent, but it is definitely the most vivid, and those castles have already been developed into tourist attractions and empty, like dead specimens.

The castle was still lit by torches, not the electric lamps of the Muggle world, and Harry stared dazzled at the flames burning on the torches.

["Welcome to Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall said, "The school opening banquet is about to begin, but before you go to the dining room, you must first confirm which college you have entered. The classification is a This is an important ceremony, because the house is like your home at Hogwarts while you are at school. You will attend classes with other students in the house, live together in the house dormitory, and share the house common room together Spend your spare time.

"The names of the four houses are: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own glorious history and has produced outstanding wizards and wizards. You are in Huo During Gewartz's studies, your excellent performance will earn your house points, and any violations will make your house lose points.At the end of the year, the house with the highest score will win the house cup, which is very high honor. I hope that no matter which college you are assigned to, you can win glory for the college.]

"Do you know how we're going to be sorted?" Ron asked him nervously. "The twins say we're going to fight dragons."

"I'm sorry, I don't know... I don't think it's a dragon... We're still freshmen..." He once asked his father and godfather, and the two people who were facing each other had strangely consistent positions on this point. Just a mysterious smile, and now Ron doesn't know, it seems that it is the evil taste of the entire magic world to startle every freshman who is new to the magic world.

"Maybe it will be an exam." Hermione nervously memorized all kinds of questions. Harry felt that Hermione must have read all the books. It was really depressing. He had a tutor, and he didn't learn as much as a little Muggle girl. , he began to recall a few little magics that Remus had taught him, maybe Remus was preparing for his branch.

[At this time, a strange thing happened, which made him jump three feet high in fright—several people behind him were still screaming loudly.

"That is--"

He was breathless with fear, and so were the people around him.From the wall behind them suddenly appeared a score or so ghosts.These pearly white, translucent ghosts glide across the room, whispering to each other, paying little attention to the first-year students.They seem to be arguing about something.A chubby little friar-like ghost said: "Forgive, forget, I say, we should give him another chance—"

"My good friar, don't we give Peeves enough chances? But he's got us all ugly nicknames. You know, he can't even handle a basic ghost--I say, you what are you doing here"

A phantom in a ruffled bodysuit suddenly spots freshmen.

No one answered. "New students!" said the chubby monk, smiling at them. "I think, probably ready to be tested."

Some students nodded silently. ' "Hope you get a Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "I went to that house." "Move forward now," said a shrill voice. "The Sorting is about to begin."

Professor McGonagall is back.The ghosts floated in file and disappeared across the opposite wall. "Now, stand in single file," Professor McGonagall said to the first-years, "follow me."

Harry felt his legs were leaden, but it was strange that he was standing in the line anyway, behind a boy with light tawny hair, and behind him was Ron.He walked out of the room, through the foyer, and through a double door at the back into the luxurious dining room.

Harry had never imagined that there could be such a magical, beautiful and magnificent place.Students from other classes in the academy were already sitting around four long tables, above which thousands of candles floating in the air illuminated the dining room.Glittering gold plates and goblets stood on four tables.There is another long table on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the teacher's seat.Professor McGonagall took the first-years over there and had them line up facing all the seniors, with the teachers behind them.Candles flickered, and the hundreds of faces watching them looked like pale lanterns.The ghosts also shone dimly among the students with dim dots of silver light.Harry looked up to avoid their eyes, and saw stars twinkling on the velvety ceiling.He heard Hermione whisper, "It's been enchanted to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."]

Now Harry only has his father in his eyes. His father is wearing the newly made black robe, sitting on the teacher's bench, and after seeing his gaze, he looks at him. Always make him feel calm and confident.

He didn't even notice that Professor McGonagall had put a four-legged stool in front of the new students, and put a familiar old hat on the stool.

"That's a dirty hat," Hermione whispered, and it was only then that Harry noticed the shabby hat that was so dirty that no one picked it up in the trash.

"I saw this hat in the principal's office, and it was sleeping." As if hearing what he said, the hat twisted, [a wide slit opened at the edge of the hat, like a mouth—the hat began to sing : You may think I'm not beautiful, but don't judge people by their appearance, if you can find a more beautiful hat than mine, I can eat myself.

You can make your bowler hats black and shiny, and your top hats sleek and crisp, and I am the Hogwarts test hat, so I am naturally superior to your hats.Any idea hidden in your mind can't hide from the golden eyes of the devil's hat. Put it on and try it, and I will tell you which college you should be assigned to.You may belong to Gryffindor, where there is bravery buried in the bottom of the heart, and their courage, boldness and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding; you may belong to Hufflepuff, where people are honest and loyal, and Hufflepuff's The students are stoic and honest, unafraid of hard work; if you're smart, you might get into wise old Ravenclaw, where the wise and learned always meet their kind; maybe you'll get into Slytherin , Maybe you make sincere friends here, but those cunning and sinister people will do everything possible to achieve their goals.Come put on me! Don't be afraid! Don't panic! In my hands (though I don't even have a hand) you're safe because I'm a thinking hat! After the hat sings , the audience applauded thunderously, the magic hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still. "So, we'll just have to wear this hat."

Then Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever I call by name now will put on a hat, sit on a stool, and wait for sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"]

It turned out to be in alphabetical order. Harry was a little thankful that his surname started with "P". He hadn't considered whether it was Slytherin or Gryffindor, or he needed to make up his mind. The head can make a decision, sometimes it takes a long time to think about it, when it comes to Hermione, the hat thinks for a short time, Gryffindor?

Neville Longbottom, who lost his toad, was also sorted into Gryffindor. He seemed very excited about it, and even forgot to take off his hat. Malfoy was naturally sorted into Slytherin. Harry said to himself Nodding his head, he glanced at his father who was sitting in the teacher's seat with an indifferent face.

"Harry Potter." He heard his name called, and he walked forward with a certain firmness in his steps, Father, I will follow your advice if you want, but you want me to go to my The college you want to go to, will my answer satisfy you?

"Meet you again, you are a restless little guy." The hat echoed his familiar tone, "Then Slytherin? Slytherin can help you to glory without a doubt, and so can Severus Nice guy...going to Gryffindor? It's your decision? Well, if you want to go...Gryffindor!" The hat shouted the last four words loudly.

The Slytherin table, which was about to applaud the dean's stepson, buzzed. The Gryffindor table burst into thunderous applause after a moment of silence. Harry took off his hat and looked at the still expressionless Father - he could see that his father was relieved by his decision, Father, is that why you don't want me to go to Slytherin?

He walked to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Hermione. He chose Gryffindor not only because of his father's hidden wishes, but also because it was his mother's college, where he had friends, but if his father insisted He would go to Slytherin, he looked at his father again, but his father looked away, after a while, Ron sat next to him without any surprise, from now on he is Gryffindor .

The author has something to say:

Still assigned Xiao Hu to Gryffindor, this child is a standard Gryffindor cub in the original book.

In this article, the professor obviously trained Harry to go to Gryffindor since he was a child, and Harry also realized this. In addition, his friends are all in Gryffindor. The only choice for this child who values ​​family and friendship is Gryffindor.

The reason why the professor wants him to go to Gryffindor is firstly because of Lily, secondly because he has the memory of his previous life, and thirdly because Slytherin still has Death Eaters in the end, and he is afraid that he will not be able to protect him at the critical moment. Harry, Gryffindor is the ideal choice - the simplest reason is that Harry has always been a lion cub in the eyes of the professor.

But Xiaoha has been thinking a little too much since the branching... he thinks a lot~~~

PS: Thank you Lord Lolita for the mine!

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Published on 2011-6-3004:42|Only look at the author

25. The first Potions lesson

No matter how excited Harry in the dream couldn't sleep, thinking that the five-person dormitory in Gryffindor was heaven, and the food in the cafeteria was extremely delicious, Harry's first night was extremely difficult.

Hogwarts is a traditional British wizarding school, which means that the food he serves is all "delicious" British food. Even the most proud British people will not be proud of British food. Hogwarts has tried The food tasted better than traditional British food, and Harry was really hungry, but still not full or hungry.

What made it more difficult for him to get used to than the food was sleeping in a room with four other classmates who were a little stronger than strangers. He was used to occupying a large room by himself, and the air was full of the pleasant scent of lavender—this was unacceptable. Don't let him think about his most annoying thing, the group bathroom, sharing a bathroom with dozens of classmates makes Harry extremely miserable.

Harry tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and if he wanted to admit it, none of the reasons he had thought of before were the reasons why he couldn't sleep because—

Harry finally slipped out of bed and walked out of the Gryffindor dormitory, where he saw a familiar figure by the pillar.

"Father!" Harry rushed over and hugged his father tightly.

"According to the school rules, points will be deducted for night excursions." Snape's voice remained serious, and only those who were familiar with him could hear some kind of happy emotion hidden in it.

"I can't sleep." Harry glanced around, but no one saw his childish coquettish behavior, so he acted more presumptuously.

"Who said he was a man and no longer a boy?" Snape rubbed Harry's hair. The flaw in Harry's choice of Gryffindor was that he couldn't go into Gryffindor Tower to see him at will. "Dream again?"

"Well, a very common dream." There was nothing earth-shattering about it, just a slightly different sorting ceremony, "Who is this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" Harry recalled some weird scenes in his dream.

"A man named Quirrell, he is sick and cannot attend the sorting ceremony, but he should be able to catch up with the first class." The truth is that he and Dumbledore gave Quirrell some medicine and made him fall asleep. After a good study of the "parasite" that Quirrell brought with him, Dumbledore, who didn't know the existence of the Horcrux, wanted to destroy the main soul, but was stopped by him, "Aren't you surprised that under the magical backlash of the Death Curse How did he survive?" At this time, Dumbledore firmly believed that the only reason why Voldemort was still alive was that he hadn't found Voldemort's body. For a person like him who has experienced countless winds and rains, before he saw the enemy's body, wouldn't he? Will confirm that the enemy is dead.

"What are we going to do?" The reason why Dumbledore decided to use the Sorcerer's Stone was to lure Voldemort's main soul out. Now that the main soul has confirmed to possess Quirrell, the plan to lure the main soul to appear is naturally useless. Dumbledore couldn't think of a new plan for a while, and he was even more curious about why Snape was so sure that the main soul could not be killed.

"Continue to use the Philosopher's Stone." Snape suggested to continue to use the Philosopher's Stone. "I will give Harry a class every day after school, so that he knows what he is going to face earlier."

"As you wish, Severus, I hope you know what you're doing."

"I've always known, I've always known." Ironically speaking, he was the one who opposed the plan most fiercely in the previous life, and it was Dumbledore who insisted on the plan, but this time it was completely the opposite. He seems to have a stable and confident life, and Harry doesn't need to "defeat" Voldemort to build his confidence like the helpless and unconfident Harry in the previous life.

The meeting between the two lasted until the wee hours of the morning, and then Snape walked up to Gryffindor Tower, looking at the portrait of the Fat Lady in the shadows, until the expected little figure appeared.

"Then clear your mind before going to bed—you need a good quality sleep." Snape, finding himself more and more "baby-baby", patted Harry on the shoulder and told him to go back to sleep.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, and after saying the password, he turned to his father and asked, "I didn't choose Slytherin, are you disappointed?"

"You're a Gryffindor, I've known that from the first moment I set eyes on you." Disappointed?A little bit, he was worried that Harry would choose Slytherin for himself, but Harry chose Gryffindor, but he couldn't help being disappointed for a second.

"Good night." Harry's green eyes shone brightly in the dark night.

"Good night."

Anyone who thought that Harry was the teacher's kid who had been to Hogwarts as a child and was very familiar with the school would be disappointed that Harry looked as clumsy as they were.

140 The huge castle composed of two staircases and countless doors made Harry feel at a loss. Some stairs would suddenly disappear, the portraits could not be used as road signs because the characters always visited each other, and the armor—oh my god, the armor would also move...

The only reliable one is almost headless Nick. Both Harry and Ron think that ghosts are the cutest existence. Hermione finally overcomes the natural fear of ghosts for Muggle-born children and starts talking to Nick. Skin ghost is a nightmare, he will make you mess up, throw you with chalk, and put a wastebasket on your head.

"Stop it! He's Professor Snape's son, you'll be in trouble if you mess with him, very troublesome." When Peeves threw bananas at Harry, Hermione crossed her arms and looked optimistic, and Pipi Sure enough, the ghost stopped, glanced at Harry and left quickly, "Nick told me that Bloody Barrow is Peeves' nemesis, and Bloody Barrow is—"

"Ghosts of Slytherin." Ron smiled. It was nice to have a smart girl among their friends, although Hermione thought Ron was the outsider between her and Harry.

The administrator, Filch, didn't take Snape's account very much. Once Harry and Ron wanted to open a locked door, Filch suddenly appeared, thinking that they were going to force their way into the restricted area on the fourth floor, and wanted to take Snape away. They were thrown into the dungeon and fortunately met Professor Quirrell, but Harry and Ron were not grateful to Quirrell.

"Oh my God, that smell..." Harry fanned his textbook desperately, trying to get the garlic smell off his body.

"George said Quirrell was terrified of vampires and kept garlic with him... damn—" Ron was about to throw up.

After getting to the classroom through all the obstacles, what they have to face is the course itself, and then, [Once you find the classroom, you have to face the course itself.Harry soon discovered that there is much more to magic than simply waving your wand and saying a few amusing spells.

Every Wednesday night, they use a telescope to observe the sky and learn the names of the different stars and the orbits of the planets.Three times a week, they will be led by a squat witch named Sprout to the greenhouse behind the castle to study herbology, learn how to cultivate these strange plants and fungi and understand their uses. 】

The Charms professor looked like he had goblin blood, was surprisingly short, and was surprisingly kind to Harry. Every time he explained a spell, he would ask Harry if he understood, and let Harry enjoy the attention of the whole class.

Gryffindor students attach the most importance to the Transfiguration class. The teacher of this class is their dean, Professor McGonagall. She turned the desk into a pig in the first class, and changed it back again.

"This is a very advanced transfiguration technique, and we won't be able to master it until after the fourth grade." Hermione whispered.

Their first Transfiguration class was to turn matches into needles, and Hermione was the first and only student to do it, and McGonagall happily awarded five points for Gryffindor.

"Imagine the composition of the needle, and treat the transformation class as a physics class and a chemistry class." Hermione said to Harry after class, but Ron didn't know what physics and chemistry were at all.

The most anticipated Defense Against the Dark Arts class turns into a joke, Quirrell stutters and can't even finish a sentence at a time, he confirms rumors that garlic is used to expel vampires, and says that his hood is a A gift from a prince, despite the fact that no one believed it.

Harry found that the little knowledge Remus had taught him didn't put him much ahead of his classmates, and Hermione put him under pressure, and Ron reacted a little more violently to it, complaining under his breath that his mother wouldn't let him secretly Using a wand on the grounds that the consequences of using a wand for children under 11 are very, very serious, and citing a horrible example of a child who misused a parent's wand and turned himself invisible, burned the house, killed himself, and so on.

"If I had learned from an early age, I would have been very strong."

"Don't be stupid, the magic power of little wizards is unstable before the age of 11, using a wand is tantamount to suicide." Hermione said coldly, the two of them had to be together often because of Harry, it was very wrong.

"I bet Malfoy must have used it." Malfoy was another standout student in the first year, and he would have been the best without Hermione, so he hated Harry's trio even more.

"The performance of using a wand is not as good as that of Muggle-born Hermione. Malfoy will be ashamed to death." Harry smiled. He didn't believe that Malfoy had used someone else's wand in advance, and the magical family's almost superstitious obsession with tradition , Sirius, Remus, and even his father would not let him touch their wands, "Don't mess with wizards' wands." This is the biggest taboo in the wizarding world, and the other taboo is Don't let a little wizard who doesn't get a wand use magic. Ron has heard horror stories and Harry has heard them. In fact, the version is scarier. Children with magical powers are too precious to take the slightest risk.

On the weekend, they finally walked to the Potions classroom without getting lost, "Brother, this class is up to you." Ron patted Harry on the shoulder, "I heard that Professor Snape relied on Gryffindor's Points for fun."

"He will only be stricter with me." The extra class after the last class every day made Harry's arm reflex sore, and his father has been making him practice the action of pulling out his wand from the first class until now , no matter how coquettish he was, he was unmoved, and finally Harry's stubbornness came up, and he kept repeating a movement until he couldn't lift his arm and refused to cry out.

The Potions class has always been held in the cold basement. There are glass jars along the wall of the Potions class classroom, and the specimens inside are more suitable for shooting monster shows.

Snape, who entered the teacher mode, had a serious expression on his face and cold eyes, and he didn't have much warmth when he looked at Harry. In the first class, he rolled his name like Flitwick, and when he read Ron Weasley, he raised his head, "And A Weasley - I hope you don't have too many inventions."

Malfoy and his two followers named Goyle and Crabbe were giggling below. Snape, who had finished the roll call, looked up at the whole class. His eyes were empty, like a dark abyss.

["You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making," he began, his voice almost a little above a whisper, but everyone caught his every word .Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom with little effort. "Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts swell and their minds blurred...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 The kind of stupid fools I often encounter will do."]

Snape divided all the students into two groups. When Harry was assigned, he hesitated to let Harry and Ron be in the same group, then walked away as if nothing had happened, and instructed the whole class to make the scabies potion.

The whole class, including Harry, was criticized, the only one who didn't