HP through the autumn

A buzz of discussion came from every corner of the auditorium, and Harry sat there, dazed and stiff as solidified butter.

"Did I hear you wrong?" asked Laurie.

"No, it's Harry's name." She watched his figure.

"So, did he put his name into the Goblet of Fire?"

"Impossible." She replied in the affirmative.

"why?"

"Because I've known him for more than three years, he's not the type to do such a thing." She watched Harry walk into the room where the warriors were supposed to go, "and his magic level isn't that high either."

Laurie was silent for a while, then said, "I trust your judgment. I'll tell Seid about it."

She touched Laurie's hand, with tears in her eyes, feeling that she could understand the trust and gratitude she wanted to express without needing to say more.

"If you look at me like this again, I'll think you're in love with me." Laurie pushed her hand away pretending to be disgusted.

On Sunday afternoon, as Harry was walking back and forth outside the Room of Requirement, he walked more than three times, in fact he walked for about 10 minutes, when a nearby portrait asked impatiently, "Where are you going?" How long have you been here? The sound of your footsteps disturbed my sleep."

"Sorry." He stopped, hesitated for a while, and walked back and forth three times to open the Room of Requirement.

The inside of the house was the same as in the past, the cabinets for potion materials and books were still in the same place, and the desks where all the studies had been done were also as usual, but there was no one in the room.

Harry sighed and walked silently into the Room of Requirement.

"All petrification!" came from behind.

He felt himself unable to move.But he wasn't panicking at all.

"Guess who I am?"

She poked Harry in the back with her wand.

After an embarrassing silence, she realized that the petrified person could not speak.

"Well, you got it right." She lifted the spell, "You're late today, Harry."

"Sorry, I just thought..." He immediately turned to her and explained.

"Think I won't come?"

Harry nodded.

"We've both known each other for over three years, Harry, and I know what you are."

"You believe I didn't put the name in there?"

"I believe you."

Not because I know the plot, not because I know your character from the book, but because I have known you for so long, I know everything about you.

"Look, you don't lack money or fame. The only thing you lack is a girlfriend or boyfriend. However, there is no rule in the Triwizard Tournament to reward one warrior and one love partner, so it is definitely not you who voted for your name. Go in," she said.

"I like girls." He quickly clarified.

"Well, anyway, I don't believe you signed up." She shrugged indifferently, anyway, she already knew.

"But Ron and I have known each other for so many years, and he doesn't believe me." Harry said discouraged and dissatisfied.

"He'll understand, it just takes some time."

"I wish he could hurry up." He ruffled his already messy hair again.

"What's the first item?"

"I don't know, it's said that we are going to test our courage." Harry sat down on the chair and stared at the ceiling, "I asked Sirius, and he said that my name must be there because someone wants me to die in the game .He also told me not to worry about the first project, he would help me find out what it was.”

"I wish you luck, Harry." She ruffled his hair. "Now let's get down to school, you're getting ready for your first project."

"Okay, okay, let's start studying." He opened the textbook resignedly.

Harry felt that the recent week was not as bad as he had imagined. Although the people of Slytherin made the Potions class a torture as always, the students of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, as well as Ron, were still not happy. I'm willing to talk to him, but he has Godfather, Hermione, and Cho, which is already very beautiful, and he has always known how to be content.

Until he found that the paper he had written could not be found before Potions class.

Was it lost in the Room of Requirement?He wanted to go back and get it, but time seemed to be running out.

"Harry!" Cho always appeared when he needed it most, "Your paper."

She rushed over with a roll of parchment, "I just found it in my homework today, and then I asked a Gryffindor classmate, and he said that you have a Potions class today in your fourth grade."

"Thank you so much, Cho."

"Do you like the badge, Potter?" Malfoy called out from the classroom door. "There are other variations on them - look!"

The words on the badge disappeared, and a line of green words appeared again: Potter stinks.

Slytherin laughed mischievously.

"Leave them alone," she said. "I know people with normal IQs who don't play like that after they're ten years old."

Harry felt blood rush to the top of his head the instant he saw that line.

"Oh, very interesting -" Hermione sneered, "very clever."

"Want one, Granger?" Malfoy asked, holding up his badge. "I've got a bunch of them. But be careful, don't touch my hands, you see, I just washed my hands, I don't want the Mudblood to take it." Dirty."

Harry took out his wand angrily, and she quietly grabbed her own.

"Harry!" Hermione warned.

"Okay, come on, Potter," Malfoy said, and the two of them started almost simultaneously.

"Fire roasted hot and spicy!"

"The front teeth competition is great!"

The spells collided in the air and snapped out, Harry's hitting Goyle and Malfoy's hitting Hermione.

"Hermione!" Ron rushed up to see what happened to Hermione.

"Stop the curse!" Cho cast a spell on Hermione. Her front teeth were no longer growing like crazy, but she still had a mouth, making her more like a nutria.She rubbed her teeth and let out a terrified scream.

"What's all the fuss going on here?" said a soft, annoying Snape's voice.

The Slytherin students scrambled to explain, but he pointed at Malfoy with his yellowed finger: "You explain."

"Potter attacked me, sir—"

"We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry yelled.

Snape looked at Goyle's face. "Go to the hospital wing, Goyle."

"Malfoy hit Hermione, too!" said Ron, forcing Hermione to show Snape her teeth, while Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls pointed and laughed at her teeth.

Snape looked at Hermione coldly: "I don't see any difference."

Hermione ran away in tears, and Harry and Ron shouted at Snape at the same time, and the sound echoed in the corridor, making it difficult for everyone to hear what they were shouting.

Just as Snape was about to speak again, an equally soft voice cut in.

"I think you may need Madam Pomfrey to fix your eyes, professor," she deliberately spoke to him in a very polite tone, "you can't even see such a difference. For the professor, normal people The teeth should be outside the mouth? Then you should go see Madam Pomfrey, your teeth are not normal."

There was a sudden silence, and everyone was staring at Cho, because no one had ever dared to speak to Snape like that.

"Ravenclaw student," Snape said, "why are you here? Maybe I should take twenty points from Ravenclaw for disrespecting the professor and running around the castle."

"You can do whatever you want, professor," she folded her hands in front of her chest, showing a nonchalant gesture, "Anyway, it's not me who is embarrassed by a man in his thirties bullying two teenage girls with partiality. .And I don't think it's wrong for Harry and the others to stop Malfoy from calling his classmate a Mudblood."

Snape's expression didn't change, "Stay in school for a week of labor."

"If it's allowed in Hogwarts to call classmates mudbloods, then I'll work, Professor." She looked at him stubbornly.

"For two weeks, Ravenclaw deducted another 20 points."

Anger was burning in her heart: "So the professor thinks that Hogwarts can be called a mudblood. Does it mean that the professor did such a thing when he was a student? I don't know if your classmates have Haven't you been taught not to do this?"

Snape looked at her coldly, but didn't add more detentions and penalty points.

"I will discuss your conduct today with your dean," he said.

"Then he might add 200 points to me and give me a special contribution award because I prevented the professor from acquiescing to the title of Mudblood." She sneered and turned to the medical wing.

In the hospital wing, the boil on Goyle's face hadn't gone away, and Madam Pomfrey was casting a spell on Hermione to shrink her teeth.

"Are you okay, Hermione?" she asked carefully, looking at the tears still in Hermione's eyes after Hermione's teeth returned to normal.

"It's nothing." Hermione shook her head, "Professor Snape has been eccentric for a day or two."

"You really missed a good show." She took a few deep breaths, feeling her hands were still shaking, "I had an argument with Professor Snape."

"There was a fight?" Hermione looked at her in horror. "It really happened?"

"It doesn't count, it's just a few words of sarcasm, maybe. I'm so scared that my hands are still shaking." She felt a little guilty, and the courage to quarrel with Snape that she burst out just now was gone.

Losing is not losing, her voice almost trembled during the quarrel, but fortunately she controlled it, so she had a perfect quarrel and left with a carefree and unrestrained back.

"He deducted points from you?"

"Deducted, and labor service," she wailed. "Two weeks! Two full weeks! I've never been fined for labor service before. And what about my future Potions class! Will he Poison me during class?"

"Although it's wrong to argue with the professor, thank you very much, Qiu." Hermione took her hand.

"Anyway, I've seen him upset for a long time. Every day, he knows that points will be deducted, labor service, deducted, deducted, and deducted, and he is eccentric."

Hermione smiled, her smile looking much better with the reduced front teeth.

The author has something to say:

I've wanted to fight this for a long time, it feels really cool

small theater:

Hogwarts Radio: "Today, a Ravenclaw student ordered a song for Professor Snape, and gave him a piece of "No Fashion, No Money" by JJ Lin."

"Please don't buckle around~"

Snape's face darkened.

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