[Harry Potter] My Half-Blood Prince

The first time Harry saw Snape, he didn't like the man.

The 11-year-old was a turning point in Harry's life. In this year, Harry received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He was able to get rid of his furious uncle's family, get rid of the narrow staircase closet, and come to his world.

During the entrance ceremony and sorting ceremony, students from the four Hogwarts houses had already sat in their seats.

Everyone looked at this group of new little wizards expectantly, guessing which college the Sorting Hat would put them into.

The ceiling is full of stars, the long table is full of food, and the immature faces are full of joy.

Harry, who was in it, was uneasy.

This kind of uneasiness is like a thorn in my back, which comes from an unfamiliar environment and an indescribable stare.

As soon as Harry entered, he was stared at by an indescribable gaze.

There was a strange interest in him.

Ever since Harry came to this strange wizarding world, everyone would stare at him in amazement when they saw him, or rather, after seeing the lightning-like scar on his forehead.

"Harry Potter,"

Everyone knows his name.

Harry panicked, trying to get used to the vague attention.

Among the many gazes, there was an indescribable gaze, like a beam of light, which made his body burn.

Harry searched uneasily for that piercing gaze.

Who was looking at him with fiery eyes, and those eyes shot at him like fire, making Harry feel uneasy.

At the top of the hall, in the professor's chair, Harry found the sight that sent chills down his spine.

In the professor's seat, every professor has a kind smile on his face.

The headmaster of Hogwarts - Dumbledore, his gray beard can't hide his kindness.

However, there was a man who was out of tune with everyone.

That gloomy man with a pale complexion and half-long hair covering part of his face, his expression was gloomy and frightening.

The man stared at him intently, his dark eyes glowing dimly.

Harry was frightened and quickly looked away.

That look was cold, like a cold snake that had hibernated for a winter and was in desperate need of food, with a piercing light in its eyes.

That look made Harry shudder.

In the venue, the sorting ceremony was still going on, and everyone had an unknown curiosity and joy on their faces, waiting for the Sorting Hat's verdict.

Harry was sorted into Gryffindor!

With the sound of "Gryffindor" from the Sorting Hat, the Gryffindor students burst into applause.

Everyone welcomes the arrival of Harry, the legendary boy who survived a catastrophe!

"Who is that man?" Harry asked an older classmate uneasily. The cold look in Harry's eyes just now lingered in Harry's mind, making Harry tremble.

"He's Snape, Severus, Head of Slytherin." The classmate replied.

"Oh." Harry let out a long sigh.

It turned out to be the dean of Slytherin, but fortunately he was not assigned to Slytherin.

Harry raised his head again and quietly looked in Snape's direction, but Snape had already turned his face away and didn't look at him again.

Compared with the other old professors on the chair, Snape looked very young.

"He's super scary. The whole Hogwarts students are afraid of him. If you take his class, you can only pray to God to bless you."

The classmate lowered his voice carefully, as if he was afraid that Snape would hear and come out from somewhere at any time.

very scary?

That gloomy man looked really scary, he didn't have a smile on his face, his eyes scanned the audience indifferently, the muscles on his face were tense, without any expression.

Every night Harry would repeatedly dream of a night in which a man was looking at him in a snowstorm with complex emotions in his eyes.

Whenever he got closer to get a better look, the person disappeared.

Every time at this time, Harry would wake up to the sound of stomping footsteps of his fat cousin Dudley.

His cousin, who was as fat as a pig, would pant heavily after speaking a few words, and every time he walked up the stairs, he could make earthquake-like vibrations. Harry was bullied by his cousin to the point of suffering.

When he woke up this time, Harry wasn't in that tiny closet.

He was a student in Gryffindor now, and those terrible days would pass.

In the dark dormitory, Harry's light green eyes shone like emerald gems in the darkness.

The people in the dormitory portraits were also asleep, and some were still snoring loudly.

Inexplicably, Harry thought of the Snape he saw at the sorting ceremony yesterday. His gloomy eyes and pale face still made Harry feel terrible.

Harry thought he could avoid seeing Snape by not being Slytherin, but Harry was too happy.

Snape took his own Potions class, which meant that Harry would see that gloomy face every time he had Potions class.

Snape didn't disappoint Harry, even Snape was more cruel than Harry imagined, and he gave Harry a bad blow in the first Potions class.

The students are full of freshness about everything in the new semester. As soon as they enter the classroom, they start chattering non-stop, when everyone is unprepared.

"Bang!" sound!

The door was kicked open, and Snape walked in quickly from outside.

He waved his magic wand, and the door closed immediately with a "bang!"

He had a gloomy face as usual, his eyes scanned the classroom, and the atmosphere in the classroom dropped to freezing point in an instant.

Everyone fell silent immediately, everyone's hearts were in their throats for this unsmiling Potions professor.

"In my class, there's no waving wands or chanting spells."

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Personally, I don't expect most of you to understand the mysteries of Potions, yes, very few, only very few, extremely intelligent people, can understand the mysteries of it. I can teach you how to confuse people's hearts , to imprison the human senses, I can teach you to be successful."

Everyone listened quietly, full of fear for the Potions professor. This group of new students had never been so quiet in any class.

"I know that some people are full of fame as soon as they come in, but here, fame doesn't mean anything." He said, looking at Harry.

That look again!

Snape's dark eyes were like a huge abyss, and if he didn't pay attention, he would fall into this abyss and be smashed to pieces.

"Mr. Potter!" Snape said quietly. "Excuse me, what will you get if you add daffodil root powder and soak wormwood?"

what is this?

Daffodil root powder?Wormwood?soak?

Harry had never heard those words before.

The whole group gloated at the embarrassed Harry, especially the Slytherin Malfoy, who thought he was born noble and pure-blooded Slytherin.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know," Harry whispered.

Harry had a look of embarrassment on his face.

The corner of Snape's mouth grinned slightly, and he sneered, which was more terrifying than his expressionless face.

"If you want to find bezoar, where do you go?"

Obviously, he didn't intend to let Harry go, and he still asked aggressively.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Even Hermione, who sat next to him, a gifted little girl who raised her hands high to answer Snape's questions, was ignored by Snape.

"Obviously, fame isn't everything."

He uttered these words slowly, and then he came to Harry's desk and bent down to look at Harry.

Harry's heart sank, and he looked up timidly at his Potions Master.

It was the first time he saw Snape so close, still with pale face, gloomy expression, and dark eyes.

For a brief moment, there seemed to be a flash of surprise on Snape's face, but it disappeared so quickly that Harry thought he was mistaken.

Snape straightened up, and he turned his face away.

"FYI, Potter, daffodil root powder soaked in wormwood will make a powerful hypnotic potion, the water of death. Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a bull that can dissolve most poisons."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone coldly.

"Why don't you write this down."

As soon as he finished speaking, the others hurriedly took their pens, opened their notebooks, and wrote them down in a hurry. The speed had never appeared before.

Thanks to Snape, Harry still remembered these knowledge points years later.

The author has something to say:

When watching Harry Potter, I felt that there should be a story between Harry and Professor Snape. After watching all the Harry Potter series, it also confirmed the story in my mind, so for this story, I myself I started to write down the story in my mind.Dedicated to the best Professor Snape in the world, I hope that people who like them like me can enjoy this story together.