[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

They got into the carriage and came to the stone steps leading to the oak gate of the castle (Harry was surprised to see some strange, skinny winged horse-like animals in front of the empty carriage, Lu Na told him that it was Ye Qi), walked in in twos and threes, the hall was lit red by the torches, echoing the footsteps of the students.

Harry looked the other way. The first years had arrived, led by Professor Graplan.

Harry stared blankly at her for a few seconds before remembering that Hagrid had been assigned a secret mission by Dumbledore during the summer vacation and probably hadn't returned yet.

The auditorium was filled to the brim with four long college tables, above a starless, pitch-black ceiling, and the four tables were already full of people.

Harry, Ron and Hermione broke up with Luna and sat at the long table in Gryffindor. After Harry sat down, he couldn't help but look at the teaching staff.

His eyes first fell on Snape, and then moved away immediately, what's so good about that greasy old bat, he spat at himself in his heart.

In order to divert his attention, he looked at Dumbledore and found that there was another person beside him.It was a pudgy woman with a very ugly pink bow on her hair. She turned her face slightly, and Harry saw a broad, hama-like, somewhat familiar face.

"Hermione, that woman—"

"Who?" said Hermione.

"The woman who spoke to Dumbledore, I saw her during my interrogation, she is from the Ministry of Magic!"

"She's from the Ministry of Magic!" Hermione looked carefully at the teaching desk, narrowed her eyes and repeated, "Then what is she doing here?"

Soon they knew the answer, when Dumbledore announced that he would be hiring Professor Umbridge - the Ministry woman - as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this term.

"Oh, I hope she won't be a vicious person!" Ron nodded to Harry, and said seriously: "Be careful, buddy, the Ministry of Magic sent someone here at this time, and the teacher was cursed to isolate Then what kind of lessons are outside the rules, maybe she will torture you to prevent you from talking nonsense!"

Harry wanted to laugh, but when he turned his face away, he saw that Hermione was serious too.

"Harry, we have to be careful this semester, and we must not be caught by this woman."

"Hermione, you don't agree with what Ron said, do you?" Harry looked at her in surprise.

Hermione whispered uneasily: "Harry, this is a school. The Ministry of Magic has not interfered with Dumbledore's teaching policy before, but the situation is indeed different this year. Of course, even without the restrictions of Hogwarts rules, This teacher sent by the Ministry of Magic will definitely not kill any of us, but I am sure that this woman is definitely not kind, and she will not allow—”

Hermione's words were interrupted by the creaking of the door.

Harry looked up, and the door to the Great Hall opened, and a long line of terrified-looking first-years was led into the Great Hall by Professor McGonagall.Professor McGonagall was holding a high stool in his hand, with an old wizard hat on it, which looked tattered.

Harry and the others couldn't help but stop talking and sat up straight.

The first-year students lined up in a row, facing the students of the four colleges.

Professor McGonagall placed the stool carefully in front of them, and stepped back to stand aside.

All the teachers and students in the school waited with bated breath, the old students looked solemn, while the freshmen looked blank.

Then there was a tear in the brim of the hat, and the Sorting Hat sang loudly:

"Long ago I was a new hat,

Hogwarts hadn't been built yet,

The four founders of Noble Academy,

Thought they would never part ways.

But they never dreamed,

Someday they will be apart from each other.

What friends are there in this world,

Can it be better than Slytherin and Gryffindor?

The four colleges are like four stone pillars,

Once our school firmly held on,

Now they turn against each other, disputes continue,

Everyone wants to monopolize power.

Enemies outside the school are watching,

We must be united internally,

Otherwise everything will disintegrate from within,

I have told you frankly,

I have sounded the alarm for you,

Now let's start sorting. "

After the Sorting Hat sang, it bowed to all around, and the teachers and students applauded symbolically.

Harry clapped his hands, recalling the lyrics of the hat, Ron couldn't help but sneered, "We are closely united within? Slytherin and Gryffindor are good friends?"

He nodded at the Slytherin table with his chin, and Malfoy's platinum blonde hair was shining brightly. "I don't think this hat's wish will come true in my lifetime."

Harry looked at the staff table and nodded approvingly.

He felt a sudden panic, thinking of his Potions remedial session tomorrow night.

Harry spent most of the next day worrying about the night, not knowing exactly what he was worrying about.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning was simply the most rubbish class Harry had ever attended. He couldn't restrain his temper in the first class, ignored Hermione's advice, and successfully fought with Umbridge Forged beams and harvested three days of confinement for himself.

While the afternoon potions class was still miserable, Snape seemed determined to give him a memorable break before the evening class.

When they started to make the soothing potion according to the recipe on the blackboard, Snape turned to Harry's side as usual, this realization made Harry nervous, and he accidentally dripped more kudzu juice.

He watched in despair as the medicinal liquid in the crucible slowly turned into a disgusting pink, instead of the crystal-clear light yellow as mentioned in the book.

There were still a few steps to be completed, Harry moved his body to cover his cauldron, hoping to save his potion as much as possible before Snape saw it.

But Snape had obviously noticed his movement, and he walked over quickly, with a malicious gleam in his black eyes.

"Oh, the great savior doesn't seem to understand that the potion we're going to concoct in this lesson is a soothing potion for mental relaxation and not..." He lazily reached out and scooped up a spoonful of liquid before letting them fall back into the cauldron, so that The whole class could see that pink glow, "Love Potion."

Malfoy let out a loud sneer.

Harry tried to continue his steps, but Snape wouldn't let him go.

"Potter, I seem to say that the root of the arrow bean should be cut into flat strips." He picked at the uneven potion ingredients on the table, "Did you bite it like this with your teeth? Or," He glanced behind Harry, Neville's front teeth were slightly bared because of nervousness, "Mr. Longbottom also helped?"

The Slytherins laughed, Malfoy the loudest.Snape looked in his direction, and there seemed to be a slight smile in his indifferent black eyes.

Harry saw all this in his eyes, and tried to suppress the inexplicable urge to punch Malfoy hard in his heart.

"So," Harry swore he saw something called schadenfreude on Snape's face when Harry's potion began to turn a thick dark green, "the famous Mr. Potter..."

"Step aside!"

Snape's expression changed suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to push him.

Harry didn't realize what was going on, and after a loud bang he found himself sitting on the ground with Snape's back to him, his black robes blocking most of his view.

Harry could only see that the students around him were all lying under the table, and from the expressions on their faces, he could tell that Neville must have blown up the cauldron again.

It's just a coincidence.

Harry thought with a complicated expression, Snape just happened to be standing in front of him, and Snape's protection was ordered by Dumbledore to ensure that his life was not in danger. Did he think that Snape would be reluctant to let him suffer a little injury? ?It's so ridiculous, it's really a joke comparable to Bloody Barrow and Peeves dancing tango together.

But... when he turned his head and saw Malfoy crawling out from under the table with a pale face, he suddenly felt better.

Crabbe and Goyle fled to the corner the moment the cauldron exploded, and there was no one to protect Malfoy.

"If you have even the slightest thing called wisdom in your pitiful brain, you should know that after dripping mandrake juice, you should immediately add stevia powder instead of sticking out your muscular body. Stir in your upper limbs," Snape hissed, spraying the venom on the shivering Neville, waving his wand to clean it up, "I mourn your cauldron, Longbottom."

"Let me see," said Snape in a low voice. "Twenty points from Gryffindor nearly killed all of us for Mr. Longbottom. Now, everyone takes their finished product to the podium, get out of class is over."

Everyone was busy filling the crystal vials, and Harry returned to his seat, painfully aware that his cauldron was empty - it seemed that when Snape emptied Neville's, it seemed that his was also emptied.

Needless to say, his homework for the day—

"T, Mr. Potter," Snape smiled gracefully at him, "you should thank me for not deducting extra points for your poor performance in class. Besides, the password is Medusa, please remember tonight's... Dating."

Harry pursed his lips tightly, his green eyes stared at his back, a little aggrieved, a little annoyed, his good mood had long since disappeared.