HP through the autumn

First week of school.

Qiu walked into Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration classroom and found a tabby cat squatting on the podium.

The cat sat there obediently, flicking its tail, looking at the students below.

In the seconds before she reached out and touched the cat with her evil hand, it seemed to her that Professor McGonagall would turn into a cat.

Fortunately, her hands are slow and she hasn't touched it yet.

She stared at the cat that Professor McGonagall had turned into, and tried hard to suppress her ready to lick the cat.

You can't masturbate the professor like this, points will be deducted for masturbating the professor.

I don't masturbate, I don't masturbate, I don't masturbate, I don't masturbate in September...

She stared at Professor McGonagall resentfully, green light seemed to emerge from her eyes, and under such gaze, the hair on Professor McGonagall's body stood up involuntarily, turning into a tabby cat with fried fur, with vigilant cat eyes Stare round.

God!It's just cuter!Like a ball of yarn!I really want to smooth out her hair.

Reason made her finally give up this somewhat dangerous idea, and sat down next to Marietta in frustration.

She stared at Professor McGonagall during class, and her mind was full of the tabby cat.

Professor McGonagall had begun to hand out matches to the students, and she picked one up, poked it absent-mindedly with her wand, and accidentally ignited it.

She looked down at the ashes of the match, and had to ask Professor McGonagall for another match.Professor McGonagall gave her one, and this time she focused and successfully made the match a little thinner.The professor looked at her silver needle, which was as thick as a small stick, and added 5 points to Ravenclaw House.

She thought of the fan, where Slytherin students could turn matches into silver needles in the first class and carve patterns like a small snake on them.

There's even a story where Lucius Malfoy carves the Malfoy family crest on a needle, and Professor McGonagall gives him a lot of credit.

As for why Professor McGonagall saw the pattern on the tiny needle, she thought it might be due to the fact that Professor McGonagall would carry a magnifying glass with him when he was old.In this way, Lucius Malfoy, a generation of microcarving master, was not buried.

When Malfoy's family went bankrupt, he could still make money by making miniature sculptures for others.

Headmaster Flitwick's Charms class taught some basics of Charms.In order to attract everyone's attention, he let a student's hat fly around in the classroom, hitting many students.

When everyone's attention was drawn to the hat, Professor Flitwick let the hat fall lightly on the student's head, and then told them that in two months they would be able to learn how to make things fly.

Many people were extremely disappointed.

For Professor Binns' history of magic class, Qiu didn't have any impression after class. She always fell asleep shortly after class, and then quickly wiped the drool from the corners of her mouth before everyone woke up to maintain her image.

That's why it's not good to sleep on your stomach, she stretched and thought contentedly.

As for the heroine in the fanfiction, she can dig out the truth hidden in history from Professor Binns' plain voice. Qiu, who is sleeping paralyzed on the table, tells everyone with her actions that first of all, you must be able to stay awake and listen to the lectures.

After eating at noon one day, Qiu walked to the owl room with a letter to her mother.

As soon as she entered the owl room she felt a dark shadow fall over her face.

Galois, the hapless owl, would never choose a normal position to land. Her face, the top of her head, and her shoulders were all far more attractive than her outstretched arms.

Perhaps when buying an owl, she should not only look at the face, but also check the owl's IQ.

Galois flew up to her, proudly stretched out a leg, and asked Cho to tie the letter to his leg.

This was his first time sending a letter, and Qiu was a little worried that he would get lost, but for her distrust, Galois flapped his wings angrily and disappeared at the window.

What a bad temper!She shook her head.

After a few days of observation during meals, she determined that Slytherin did not have any so-called chief system.

The seats they ate were very random, and she guessed that the main reason they chose their seats was where the chicken legs were on the table.Because every time there is a large plate of crispy chicken legs in the place where everyone sits most densely.

No one position is more prestigious, and no student has the privilege of eating only after he has started, unless he is the first to eat.

The Slytherin students came in and out of the auditorium in groups of twos and threes. She didn't see the legendary one leading them. Everyone was silent, and they walked into the auditorium like a group of FBI agents.

Thinking of the chief system, she has always been curious about who the fifth-grade prefects and chiefs listen to. In a similar situation, who has the final say between the student council president and the college chief.

Although there is no chief system, she still has no way to determine whether the Slytherins have the so-called Slytherin rules.

It was impossible for her to find a Slytherin classmate and ask him: "Does your house have the Slytherin rules? The one with a hundred? The one that can teach you how to reach the pinnacle of life, and teach you how to be a man every minute?"

In view of the fact that Salazar in the second year of middle school could not write these rules that sound reasonable but are actually useless, and the normal behavior of the Slytherin here, Qiu deduced that there is no Slytherin here. According to the rules, it is estimated that there will be no Malfoy family rules.

Thinking of the fanfiction, the protagonist raised his arms in the lounge and shouted: "Slytherin Rules No. 30 Eight Rules", and everyone answered loudly below: "Differences are inevitable, but we must respect each other!" She felt as if she saw a pyramid scheme At the publicity site, the same slogan was shouted: "I can do it, I can do it, I want to make money!"

Perhaps in fanfiction, Slytherin is a high-end MLM organization.

Qiu was amused by his own imagination and laughed.

Potions class came as scheduled, and Professor Snape, a windy man, flew into the classroom a few seconds before the class started.

She listened contentedly to Professor Snape's opening remarks.It's like writing "Visit here" on the Great Wall. It has become one of the 100 things that must be done when traveling to the world of Harry Potter.

When Professor Snape began to roll the rolls in Potions class, Cho thought she was deeply disappointed again.

It doesn't have a velvety and deep voice, like a Dove chocolate advertisement.

Thinking of Alan Rickman's voice, Cho stole a sympathetic glance at Professor Snape.

It's not your fault that actors are too attractive, look at how many fans you have gained and how many times you have been prostituted.

Whether it is an 11-year-old little witch, or a 20-year-old adult witch, or even a 20-year-old female Muggle, he will not be spared.They scrambled to be the first, trying to knock him down and get his unique love.

One and only, until the end of life, for which one could give one's life, for Lily's love.

Such a good thing, of course everyone wants it.

They tried their best to wear clothes early to send warmth in various ways since childhood, hoping to get the love that can be called eternal love early.Those who wear late have been sticking to the professor since the loli period, giving Christmas gifts and birthday gifts, wanting to learn potions from him, and wanting to be his Lolita.

His blatant sarcasm, after the brains of the girls, can be turned into naked love words and twisted concerns.

And his figure, the sexy body hidden under the black robe, can be seen by the sharp-eyed heroines.

They weaved a big soft net, trying to engulf his heart with tenderness.

Others treat you badly and want to take advantage of you. Only I, only I like your soul, only I understand your pain, only I know that there is still justice in your heart.Give me your love and I will give you happiness.

I don't know whether they love Snape or his tragic life experience.

The process of making potions is very similar to chemical experiments, but chemistry teachers never teach them experiments that will explode, nor do they use some weird materials.

The classroom was cold and dark, and Professor Snape walked through the classroom like a vampire.

Whenever she felt the hairs on the back of her neck, feeling cold for no apparent reason, Snape would slither past him after a few seconds.

It's a pity that Hogwarts doesn't have an anonymous grading system for students. If there is such a system, Professor Snape must be the one with the lowest grade in Hogwarts. Maybe there are such comments:

"None of the worst teachers I've ever experienced in the past seven years. They don't give good grades and demand too much. They successfully lowered my average score in the final exam."

Looking at the potion with basically normal color, she happily handed over the finished product to the professor.

The author has something to say:

The part about masturbating cats comes from the daily life of me and my friends. We both dare not do it every time, because we are afraid of being scratched, but we especially like to watch cats~