Alice's Travels

Coming out of the dormitory in the morning, Alice saw Parkinson and two people sitting in the empty common room staring at her.

With an ugly grin on his face, Parkinson slowly stood up from the seat and said, "You can't escape the Mudblood, I never thought you would like that chubby little tearbag so much, it really deserves the taste of Mudblood !"

There was a sneer from those around her, echoing, "Slytherins are ashamed of you!"

"A mudblood like you shouldn't have been sorted into Slytherin in the first place!" Parkinson shouted with a distorted face, "You low, low, dirty blood!"

"Have you said enough?" Alice sneered, "The Mudblood has already given Slytherin more than ten points, and look at your noble blood, even the Mudblood is inferior!"

Parkinson roared angrily and opened his arms and rushed over. Alice had been waiting for this moment. She immediately pulled out the wand she had been holding tightly in her sleeve and shouted, "All petrified!"

Parkinson was frozen in an instant, and fell to the ground like a stiff stone, his big eyeballs flickering in their sockets in horror.The other two took a step back in a panic, Alice pointed at them with her wand, and said threateningly, "You'd better not get any closer, or I'm going to use 'fire and heat', believe me, I've learned it, you guys If you don’t want to try it, leave quickly!”

The two girls looked at each other with pale faces, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

Alice took a step forward and squatted down. Looking down at Parkinson, a malicious smile deliberately appeared on the corner of her mouth and said, "I warn you, don't try to provoke me again. Your wand can cast a spell instead of just a piece of wood. Play it safe before the stick! Also, don't try to snitch on the professor, we're in the same academy, you can't escape, so be smart, girl."

"Then, as a previous punishment, you can sleep here for a while!" Alice stood up and said coolly, then strode away with her head held high.

As soon as she walked out of the lounge, Alice's shoulders immediately collapsed, and she shook her heavy head, feeling a little dizzy.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and I will force myself to learn a spell even if I die.If you want to resist bullying and don't want to endure bullying, you must have the power to deter.Fortunately, hard work paid off, although her magic could not last long, but it could barely be regarded as a lesson for that nasty little girl, at least let her know to weigh herself before she speaks next time.

Except for Parkinson, the leader who was born to be malicious towards her, the other children in Slytherin basically didn't take the initiative to provoke troubles. At most, they looked down on her and looked at her coldly. Who cares who.

It was Potions class again in the afternoon, and Alice still chose to be in the same group as Neville.

Little Crying Bag was very grateful for Alice saving him yesterday, and thanked her several times, and Alice accepted them one by one with a smile.

As early as when Alice was working in the original world, she understood a truth. When you are in trouble, no one is obliged to help you. It is love for others to help you, and it is duty not to help.However, she still has a little love for children, so she subconsciously helps when she sees danger.

The process of making the potion is also mainly operated by Alice. Neville doesn't need to intervene after finishing the slug at the beginning.He stood blankly watching Alice put the materials into the crucible, wanted to help but didn't dare to ask, he felt in his head that he was taking advantage of it, that he didn't do any work and still got a high score.

Potter and Weasley were next to Alice. After Potter reached out and added the wormwood infusion, there was a sudden noise of green smoke from the cauldron in front of him. Snape quickly walked over and waved The wand wiped the smoke away, turned to Potter and Weasley and snarled, "Idiots! I don't think you heard a word of this lesson, did you, Potter? Weasley?"

Malfoy sneered.

Alice glanced over, then looked away, and continued with her work.In fact, she accidentally saw Potter put the powder and aconitum in the wrong order before, but she didn't bother to say that.

Weasley shrank his head under Snape's huge shadow. He made a bitter face and didn't dare to meet Snape's gaze. After he left, he exchanged glances with Potter, then turned his head to look in Alice's direction He said, "I think I'm starting to envy Neville a little bit."

For some reason, Alice felt that Neville seemed a little afraid of her. For example, she noticed that Neville kept his eyes on the cauldron, and wanted to make the potion, but she didn't dare to tell her.Alice was very surprised, how did the little crying bag who looked so timid be assigned to Gryffindor in the first place?

Parkinson has been very honest since what happened in the morning, or dare not to show off her might anymore. She is more like a dormant poisonous snake hiding in the dark and staring at Alice with poisoned eyes, ready to Waiting for the opportunity to rush out and bite her.

Alice had expected this kind of situation, and she didn't expect to scare Parkinson away once.Just look at Malfoy and Potter. How can a person's malice disappear so easily?Alice is okay, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to provoke her, the previous things can be regarded as a turning point. She can completely treat Parkinson as a piece of air, but is it possible for Parkinson?Alice is very impatient with this kind of child's entanglement, but unfortunately, she has no good way now.

The next day Alice worked hard in the library as usual, doing her homework like crazy.

Granger walked over suddenly, sat down across from Alice and said, "Hey, Altman, have you always previewed so far ahead? I mean you learned the Levitation Charm yourself?"

"Probably." Alice looked up at the little girl who was slightly unconvinced, and added, "Perhaps the situation was critical at the time, so luckily it succeeded."

"I think we should study in class first and listen to Professor Flitwick's teaching," Granger said unceremoniously, with a hint of preaching in his tone, "after all, everyone is still learning basic knowledge, I I think that only when the basics are mastered, can the spell be used with ease.”

"Perhaps you are right." Alice replied not very sincerely.

Granger smiled slightly because of the approval in Alice's words, and his tone was no longer harsh, "I heard that your parents are Muggles like me, right?"

"I don't actually know, Granger," Alice looked at her and shook her head. "I've been in the orphanage."

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Granger's face was a little harsh, showing sympathy for this girl whom he had always secretly regarded as his opponent, "I mean, I'm really sorry I didn't know before..."

"It's all right," Alice smiled, "I don't think you mean it."

Granger was relieved, and he continued, "I've always thought you were excellent. You performed really well in class, and you're not at all like the other Slytherins. In fact, I think you're not like them at all." no the same."

Alice laughed, noncommittal at the comment, "Well, Hermione, may I call you Hermione?"

"Of course." Granger said seriously.

"Well, then you may not know that I have been secretly paying attention to you, after all, the Miss Know-it-all of Gryffindor is really smart, isn't she?"

The two girls faced each other and laughed at the same time.

"Alice, may I call you that?" said Hermione.

"Of course, my pleasure." Alice winked and smiled.

What a sweet little girl, Alice thought, this is the flower of the motherland.