Outstanding first-year student at HP Hogwarts-wy

Being chased away, I could only walk out of the cellar with my head down, but before I had taken a few steps, the door behind me opened again, and it was Professor Snape's voice: "I think if Miss Liqueid has some time In terms of concept, your class will start soon, I hope you will not forget the Potions class tomorrow, this is the first class of your humble dean."

After he finished speaking, he closed the door with a bang, and I stood there blankly. Is this, Tsundere?It seems that I got my mother's liking for this black-faced professor.

Well, it's a bit of a cute contrast...

I immediately ran back to the cellar door: "Thank you, Professor Snape!" Then Professor Snape's roar came faintly from the cellar: "Scream at the dean, add another week of confinement!"

... I'd better take back those words of praise for him, he is too arrogant and not very cute.

The steps I just jumped up have shrunk back. I just came here once, and I have been confined for two weeks. Fortunately, I am a Slytherin and not a Gryffindor, otherwise I will not deduct 3 points .

I always like to think of the good to comfort myself. It would be good if there were no points deducted. Thinking about it this way, I feel much better. Just now, Hermione said what class she was taking, History of Magic?

I took out the yellowed map from my bag. I'm in the cellar now. If I'm going to the History of Magic classroom...ah, fortunately it's not very high. I suddenly bumped into it when I put the map in the bag and walked fast. one person.

I couldn't stabilize my foot, and was knocked down to the ground. I quickly got up and patted the ashes on my hands, "Sorry, sorry!" Will his neck be broken, but such a weird outfit is not the most noticeable thing about him, what is more noticeable is the strong smell of garlic on his body.

Yue!I hate garlic the most!But I can't walk quickly in the corridor without looking at the road. Looking at the overly mature face in front of me, I must not be a senior!

"I'm sorry, Professor, I bumped into you!" I apologized to him again, I really hoped that he would let me go quickly, and I could add another week of confinement, anyway, I couldn't stand the smell anymore.

"No, it's okay." He forced a smile, "Miss Lequad should go to class quickly." He waved his hand and let me go. He seemed to be walking heavily, with a feeling of weakness.

After staying away from the smell of garlic, I suddenly felt a little guilty. This seems to be a very good professor. I just disliked his smell, obviously I bumped into him first.

My conscience began to feel uneasy, maybe I would give the professor some blood tonic that I brewed. I feel that his face is really pale, although he may not be able to see me brewing it.

It’s just that I always feel that the professor seems to have seen it somewhere, but I can’t remember exactly where, ah, this feeling of remembering and not remembering is the worst!So I never use a memory ball, it's really annoying not being able to remember what I've forgotten, and Kevin likes to use it.

Forget about it for now, it's more important to go to class with Hermione, and you'll know when you ask Hermione after class.

I didn't come too late, just in time for the Slytherin prefects to come to class with the little snakes, I waited awkwardly for them all to go in before I went in, huh, this feeling of being excluded, damn it It's really hard to get used to.

After I went in, I saw Hermione sitting there, she also noticed my gaze, she was not surprised, just smiled at me friendly, she is so kind.

I continue to be a dog in my autistic corner, now I kind of hope to have the same invisibility cloak as Harry, Merlin, I also want to have a sense of belonging to my own house, but now this Slytherin really makes me not like it, Is it because I don't have a clique here that belongs to me?

But no small group is willing to accept me. Thinking back to the lounge password I overheard just now, I feel suffocated. It’s only 30 years away. Why is this feudal legacy still there, and I’m still pure blood... This kind of thinking is difficult agree.

And I, a pure Muggle who can't even be called a half-blood, no matter how I think about it, it is impossible to get into the social circle of these young masters and young ladies.

The author has something to say:

This should not be a good compliment to praise me, hey, the uu of jj still love me more, and it is true that there are [-] million single machines in lof.