"I heard that we are changing the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"what why!"
As soon as Harry entered the common room, he heard such a conversation and couldn't help but shake his head with regret.
Overall, it's really unfortunate - Siri is in the hospital, and P is looking after him. Between the former's madness and the fact that he has to stay in the hospital bed for half a month, P has no choice but to temporarily step down from his duties.
"Even for you, I have to keep an eye on him," P joked to Harry, "I don't want to see your eyes turning into peaches from crying again, Harry - you didn't see Siri's scared look. , he is very scary when you cry."
Oh, that's not to say it's a misfortune - the most unfortunate thing is that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor hasn't arrived yet.
So the substitute teacher turned into a dark Snape, and everyone began to wail, and some even began to sob secretly and curse Merlin.
Harry then lived a leisurely life where he could only think about 'how not to be deducted by Snape' every day.
His family was extremely peaceful, but it also revealed something weird - no one who participated in the 'Operation to Save Regus' even said a word to Harry, and even the loosest-mouthed Kurt was taken away.
Harry knew that something must have happened, and it was related to Siri, himself, and Uncle Regus, but Charles didn't let him know-
——To a certain extent, this also meant 'it's nothing', so Harry didn't ask or think too much.
Although Charles loves him, he and P have completely different approaches to very critical matters. He always confesses everything to Harry. He feels that concealment cannot solve anything, so Harry is convinced that after Uncle Regus was rescued, That's the end of the matter.
So, after visiting Siri with him for a few days, they focused on getting ready for finals. Granted, that's a long way off, but by the time each course gets to the practical part, there's at least a consensus that it's time to start preparing.
Although many aspects are different from ordinary schools, in terms of examinations, Hogwarts does have some very Muggle aspects, such as written examinations, grading, and if you fail, you will have to repeat the grade. Of course, Harry and Harry will not be beaten to death. The kind of person who will repeat a grade.
For He and He, it's time for them to strive for excellence and surpass each other - the other is a strong candidate to compete for the top spot in their grade. For the former, being first in grade is proof of glory, and for the latter, it is a sign of his own excellence. Neither of them would give in on the achievements of proof and learning. Harry could smell the smell of gunpowder when he studied with them in the library every day.
"W doesn't value rankings, only knowledge," Harry said, "So I'm really not interested in being number one in my grade, unless it allows me to go to St. Mungo's for an internship. Besides, I can't be as good as you." "
This sentence made me very satisfied and a little embarrassed - even though Harry said it very humbly, he is indeed a strong candidate to compete for the first place. Although he is not as far away as his two friends on the road to all-around, the entire grade, Except for He, no one can put their butt on his head in terms of grades.
Harry's studies are more targeted - Charms, History of Magic, Potions, and Herbalism.
"You just want to be a therapist anyway," the senior students said happily as they helped him find some related books. "We already knew that."
w There are more girls than boys, and the younger brother receives a lot of love and care. When the senior students find good books when they go to the bookstore, they will bring him a copy and send them to him at Christmas. For example, Zhang Qiu, she After that, I brought Harry an English-translated Compendium of Materia Medica. Because it was a second-hand book, it also contained a lot of insights from the first owner of the book. Some of them made Harry feel enlightened, and some of them he still couldn’t understand. Ask Snape for help, and if he doesn't understand, ask Snape for help.
I don't know if he was pretending or if he really didn't know. Snape had clearly seen Harry coming in from the auditorium with the book, but he still gave detailed answers to the questions raised. Harry would sometimes guess when he got the answer. Did he pretend not to know for the sake of his mother?
"What?!"
Zhang Qiu handed Harry a cup of warm Chinese medicine and said in surprise, "Professor Snape, that Professor Snape, is he really your mother's friend?!"
Harry coughed a few times - his cold came back again, and this time the cold medicine was not very effective, so Zhang Qiu suggested trying Chinese medicine - while touching his nose, which was red from the cold, he said, "Yes, He is, but he has a deep grudge against my father..."
The senior students who were flipping through books and chatting nearby all let out a long "Oh~", the meaning of which was unclear. They exchanged glances with understanding expressions on their faces.
"I heard that you look a lot like your father. No wonder he always targets you," Zhang Qiu said, patting his chest. "When you walked out of the hall with Alfoy today, his face looked so scary." She said Sticking out his tongue, "I was too embarrassed to ask him any more questions during Potions class today."
Harry laughed dryly - although Mrs. Alfoy was gentle and considerate towards the children, she was tough and decisive towards adults. It was said that Snape worked overtime to treat Siri's injury, just because his potion was the best.
However, it was said that Snape and Regus had a good relationship. Although it looked like he wanted to spit on Siri, Harry actually looked through it after being reminded - he actually saw Snape's name in the visitation records. name.
Several girls followed Zhang Qiu's words and complained about Snape's harshness and bad temper, and then the conversation turned to an area that Harry didn't know much about.
"The game between Gryfford and Slyther next week, Harry, are you going to watch it?" After Anna asked this question, she looked at his outfit sympathetically, "But it will be very cold... I don't think Alfoy will Let you go."
"If you tell me the opposite, he will drag me out of bed early in the morning." Harry took a sip of the steaming Chinese medicine in the cup. His whole face was twisted with bitterness after just one sip, and he quickly picked up his own water glass next to him. , was stopped by Zhang Qiu: "Don't drink water, it will dilute the effect of the medicine."
"The taste and effect of the magic potion will be weird, but it is not as bitter as traditional Chinese medicine." A senior sister said sympathetically, "This is your first time to taste the special medicine from Qiu's hometown."
"Western medicine treats the symptoms but not the root cause, my grandfather has always said that." Zhang Qiu said with a wink.
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As expected, he refused to let Harry go.
The weekend was supposed to be a time to sleep in, but he risked being beaten up by Harry and rushed into his dormitory early in the morning, pulling him out of the quilt. After he washed up in a daze, he The big follower who directed him was busy, but later he probably felt that they were not resistant to fighting and could easily be accidentally injured. In a hurry, he personally put a hat, a scarf, a cloak and gloves on Harry, and also put a magic heating lamp that could warm the palms of Harry's hands. Put it in his hand, and after doing all this, pull him straight to the Quidditch pitch.
Siri said that this is why Harry dressed like a dandelion - when he went out, he was wrapped in too many clothes, and his legs were thin. From a distance, he really looked like a dandelion shaking his head in the cold wind, which made people feel uncomfortable. It feels like he will be blown away or blown into the air while running.
"If his cold gets worse, it's all your fault, Alfoy!" She couldn't sit directly next to them, so she had to block them at the entrance of the stadium. She saw Harry running away with him early in the morning, and almost thought that I was wrong. You have to know that Harry can't get up until ten o'clock on weekends. "How could you come over to watch the Quidditch match without letting him have breakfast! It's so cold today. He shouldn't come out and sit on this side." It’s where the wind is!”
"That's because I brought him breakfast! Can you stop lecturing people like a nanny!" He waved his hands like he was shooing away flies. Hearing the shouts in the field, he stamped his feet anxiously, "Okay, get out of the way. Don’t you know you’re blocking the road, granr!!”
Harry didn't want to get involved in a word. He hugged the lamp and tried his best to absorb the warmth. Generally speaking, he didn't get involved. He allowed He and He to fight, and he would go with whoever won the fight.
But today he didn't seem to want to talk nonsense at all. With a signal from him, his followers pushed aside. Their actions were not strong, but enough to leave an opening at the entrance, allowing Harry to be pulled to the stand with the green flag. Went up.
"He can't do this!" Ron's voice in the stands over there was too loud to ignore. He was wearing an old black coat today, which made his red hair more vivid and conspicuous than usual. He stared, looking like It was unbelievable, "Merlin, look at him, Neville - he actually abducted Harry to their college's territory!"
Angrily, he stamped his feet on the spot and violently grabbed a handful of his long, messy brown hair as if to vent his anger. She didn't forget that Slyther was dissatisfied with Harry and was cruel to Harry, so she was extremely angry at his behavior, "You are like an unweaned child! You can't do anything without Harry, right, Alfoy !”
She didn't get an answer, because soon, the players all appeared, and her voice was drowned in the sudden increase in screams and shouts.
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In fact, the concerns are somewhat unnecessary.
"Oh, you actually found such a distinguished guest to sit here with us," Bsie teased, "I heard that our Harry is not interested in this."
"Please allow me to warn you, Mr. Zabi, be careful with your words and don't use too many intimate terms." He didn't have a good temper towards this wallflower. He motioned to two sturdy fat men to sit in front of him and Harry. Feng, while smirking, asked Bsie to move her seat, "Move your butt over. To be honest, if it gets longer, I don't think your dress will fit."
"My dress will always fit." Bsie responded with the same fake smile, glancing at Pansy sitting in front of her, who was vaguely resentful and helpless, but very quiet.
It seems that the lessons taught to her during this period are enough for her to remember for a long time. He made up his mind.
And there were many people around them, like Pansy, who just watched Harry sitting down without saying a word, and some people didn't even dare to show a look of dissatisfaction; and the senior students I have long passed the age of willfulness, and I don't care about such things anymore.
After all, first grade is not a critical moment that can decide everything.
Although Pansy's eyes followed him like a shadow, he didn't even give Pansy a look. He pulled Harry to sit down, took out several food boxes with warming charms from his schoolbag, and stuffed them into Harry's hands: "Drink the hot soup first. Eat a sandwich... and don't drink juice before dinner, you hear me!"
Harry seemed to be in a daze, holding the food box and answering randomly with his eyes closed: "Yeah, yeah, yeah."
"..." He reached out and grabbed Harry's face, pulling him to both sides, gritting his teeth, "Wake up!"
"What's wrong with Xavier?" Sitting next to Bsie is Grass (Daphne Greengrass), a girl with a sweet smile, a voice as soft and melodious as a lark, long blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her family It is also an important family in the pure-blood circle, so it has a better position and has some of the highest-level friends. She said easily, "His face is a little red."
Tensing because of this reminder, he stretched out his hand towards Harry's forehead to make sure it wasn't hot before relaxing.
"Probably overdressed." He replied casually, and patted Harry on the back of the head to wake him up. The latter then seemed to wake up from a dream, opened his eyes and stared at the food box in a daze, so he had to slap him again. , "Eat your breakfast!"
The game had begun. After the whistle blew, the Golden Snitch lost its trace in the air. His attention was immediately drawn to it. He became the one with the most intense expression among the Slythers. Unlike Harry, he loved Quidditch to death.
"Oh my God (Flint), that idiot - the trajectory is wrong, the ball will bounce, it will!"
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r hummed a little song, leisurely took out the key and opened the door of his house... and then stood at the door stupidly.
"...Um, hi, mom?"
The chewing gum he was chewing made a bubble and burst in his mouth. After that, he raised his hand to his mother and waved a few times in embarrassment, "You don't have to go to work today? Are you on holiday? Or did you leave something behind?" At home——"
"where did you go?"
R’s mother was obviously well versed in Peter’s method of quickly confusing people, and went straight to the point. Her voice was not loud, but it was enough to let Peter know that she was unhappy, “You have been away from home, and you have done some dangerous things without telling me. thing."
"I didn't." Peter retorted subconsciously. This was a habit he had when he was a child, but it continued for more than ten years. "I - I mean, I didn't do anything dangerous."
Agda shook his head, knowing that he was secretly changing the concept: "You always feel that it is not dangerous for you if it does not cause harm - but you cannot be completely safe because you run fast all your life."
She waved to her son to come over, and firmly opened his sleeves to see his arm. Her heart was beating very fast because of this. There was a wound there, a long wound, from the previous fight with the Inferi. He was accidentally scratched by a sharp stone edge, but the potion that Harry brought home and stored cured it, so Peter's arm was as smooth as new.
However, Agda's hand touched that area of skin accurately, and the concern on her face gradually deepened.
"...How do you know?" Peter asked softly, touching his nose.
"I am your mother. Of course I know how my son is different." Agda said, "Maybe you think it's incredible, but I can. Listen, I may not be able to guess what you are thinking, but I can always tell if you’re in trouble again.”
"I didn't." Peter said with an extremely aggrieved voice, "I didn't cause any trouble."
"Then where did you go all day? You didn't have such good friends before, so you couldn't stay at your friend's house." Agda said mercilessly.
"Oh, of course I have it, Mom," Peter drawled, "Just because I didn't have it before, you can't judge that I don't have it now."
Agda's expression changed for a moment, then returned to a concerned expression. She was silent for a while, during which Peter quickly changed his clothes and took a piece of bread from the kitchen to chew on it, waiting like a prisoner for her next interrogation.
"Have you met your father?"
r felt that his breathing had stopped for a moment.
"Sorry? Mom, can you say it again?!"
"I said, have you met your father?"
Agda's expression was very calm, so calm that Peter thought he was seeing an illusion.
"..." Peter choked in embarrassment. He didn't know how to answer this question.
"I saw him before, or I saw him before." To Peter's surprise, Agda said something that shocked him, "He was in the mall, with a man in a wheelchair, giving himself Children buy clothes.”
"..." Peter remained uneasy and silent. He didn't dare to speculate on his mother's mentality, so he could only blame his father secretly - why did he take Charles out alone?
He began to secretly pray that his mother had not overreacted at that time - Charles was very good at sensing other people's emotions, and overreacting in front of him was like suddenly growing fifty centimeters taller from the vast sea of people, which was annoying. Pay attention, and if his mother is exposed, then he is probably exposed as well.
"I heard him say, 'Unless Harry is as tall as Peter, he can't wear pants of this size, Charles.'" Agda continued, "He looks a little different than before, but I haven't forgotten his face. .”
R's heart suddenly felt all kinds of things. It's like a table filled with things you want to eat and things you don't want to eat. No matter what, you have to take the chopsticks, but you have no choice. You have to swallow the bitter, sour and sweet foods together.
"So... maybe there is someone with the same name as me?" He defended in a very low voice, even though he knew that this was an admission, and his mother also knew, "You know the name you gave me? It’s such a bad street, isn’t it, Mom?”
"You went to see him." Agda concluded with a melancholy tone, "You went to see your father. The man was talking about you."
There was a hint of embarrassment in her expression, and she shook her head: "I clearly told you not to see him."
"Why?" Peter said, "Mom, you said it too, he looks different now!"
"He is very dangerous," Agda said. "No one related to him will have a good outcome. His bones have different blood from ours."
"...I still have his blood in my veins." Peter lowered his head and scratched the table with his fingers.
"...I know." Agda looked at her son, but she couldn't bear to blame him any more. She took a deep breath and breathed it out again, as if there was no more obstruction to it, "Does he know you exist? "
"I helped him ten years ago," Peter said. "At that time I...well, I didn't really know he was my father. So, no, he didn't know."
"You look a bit like him when he was young." Agda was a little confused, "Can't he see it?"
"He doesn't even know he has a son, Mom," Peter said, "How do you ask him to think about it?"
Agda sighed.
"I'm afraid of him." She said to her son, "I'm really afraid of him. You don't know what kind of person he was back then... stubborn, dangerous, hard to get close to, terrifyingly powerful, but hard to guess his thoughts. He doesn't look like a human being at all... I was terrified when I found out I was pregnant. I was afraid that I would give birth to someone just like him. That was so sad. I didn't want my child to be destined to live alone like him."
"He didn't," Peter retorted, "How could he be alone all his life? The sour smell of his current relationship can float hundreds of meters away!"
"Maybe he has a lover now, but do you know how small the chance is of meeting someone who is completely suitable for such a person?" Agda asked back, with a cold tone, "He, your father, is unique and arrogant, with a temper He is bad and inaccessible. He is not an ordinary human being. It is difficult for him to find someone who matches and loves him. And I cannot guarantee that my child will have such luck. If this child is destined to live a lonely and rough life. No matter how difficult it is, I would rather not give birth to him."
r couldn't help but lower his head lower after hearing these straightforward words, and felt a little guilty for his mother - it was not easy for her to bring him up after all. Although he was naughty and loved to get into trouble, he was still a troublesome variant. She is a child, but she can be said to be doing very well. Agda reached out to touch his head and sighed.
"But I couldn't give up my child." Agda said, "So I gave birth to you - I decided that no matter how difficult the situation was, I would not be a mother who gave up my child - that was the most shameful and embarrassing period for me. , Fortunately, I held on to the final bottom line and survived until you were born."
"And my sister." Peter's voice was as low as a mosquito, "You gave birth to twins." Before he said this, he found it difficult to say it, but after saying it, he became bolder, "Say Real mom—where did you send her?”
Agda's face showed pain again, and he realized with some horror that he had stepped on a minefield.
"...I don't know." She made a tired voice, but was unable to stand because of the pain. He quickly helped her sit down, but she said a series of words that shocked him, "...I really don't know my wanda Where did she go? She may still be alive, or she may have died long ago... She was taken away from me back then. If it weren't for coincidence, I wouldn't be able to protect you at all. "
"...Don't worry, Mom." It took Peter a long time to find his voice. He stared at his eyes, opened his mouth and screamed silently, while forcing himself to comfort his mother gently, "I can find her. ... I can definitely find her, you know, I can run pretty fast."
——There is a mastermind in the academy who specializes in searching for mutants. R remembers it very clearly.
Thanks to his dad, I have a gentle and capable boyfriend when I fall in love!
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Harry yawned and followed him out of the stadium in a daze. The two of them were in high spirits, one after the other. Harry felt sleepy, and there were crumbs of bread and a little bit of sweet cream next to his mouth.
He chased after them with a handkerchief and shouted: "Wait! Alfoy! Don't walk so fast!"
After catching up in two steps, she quickly wiped away the crumbs and cream from the corners of Harry's mouth with a handkerchief, and asked: "The game is not over yet, why are you out? Is there something wrong with Harry?"
"No, I felt that the game was no longer interesting. The result was already determined. 230 to 120. This would definitely be the final result." He concluded with some pride, "Then I took him out - just because he had been Said he needed to catch up on his sleep."
I doubt the veracity of this statement - Harry didn't seem to be awake at all. It was enough to say that he beat him up in his sleep or put a wand against his neck to threaten him to go back.
"I don't understand." He looked Harry up and down, "I heard that R is also a family that dominates the Quidditch field. Why didn't you inherit any talent? It's a waste for my uncle to give you a broom."
"He's just not interested," he had never been interested in Quidditch, so he put his hands on his hips and raised his chin and said, "He can fly better than anyone else, Alfoy, he's just not interested in a violent and time-wasting sport."
As they spoke, they held Harry's sides, fearing that the dandelion would be blown away by the wind in his sleep, and then walked towards the W Tower.
"I really don't understand why you had to drag Harry up," he said. "He won't even give you a reaction. Taking him to watch the game is like taking a rag doll to watch the game."
"I don't expect you to understand what I'm doing," he said with disgust, reaching out and tugging on Harry's school uniform cloak, "but could you stop tugging on his cloak so hard?"
Blushing, he retracted his hand: "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry."
Harry nodded vaguely as a reaction.
There were not many people in the corridor, and the path was even more deserted. The students had either gone to Hogsmeade for a walk or to watch the game, or they had not finished their homework. The ghosts and portraits were extremely excited, and they came over. At this time, there were small voices talking in my ears, and the temperature around me plummeted.
"Who is that? Which college's ghost is it?" Pointing to a shadow flashing by on the path next to him, "I've never seen him. Is he from your college, Alfoy?"
Just as she was speaking, the ghost turned back as if it had discovered something interesting, and then let out a sigh with Tongtong.
"Merlin, what period of antiques is he wearing?" he said.
"He is so handsome!" She admired in a low voice, and the girl covered her heated cheeks with her hands.
Standing before them was a very handsome ghost that they had never seen before. He looked young, probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. His long black hair made his complexion paler, and his green eyes were so deep that they were almost dripping with water.
Seeing this, the two children suddenly remembered that something was wrong with this ghost - he was actually the same as the blond ghost, with colors all over his body, instead of the ordinary black, white and gray with pearl color as the main tone.
"This is the ghost Neville and the others were talking about, the first one!" He whispered to him, pulling Harry back and trying to speak to the ghost, "Sir, how are you?"
The ghost standing - or rather floating - in front of them had a gloomy expression. It's not that he has a bad look on his face, but just by looking at his expression, you can tell that he is not very happy. His face was like a piece of white paper, and there seemed to be nothing in his dark green eyes. His lips were pale, and his long black hair exuded coldness from the tip of every hair, as if he was on a mountain. It's a stained ice statue, but it's carved down to every eyelash.
Although he also had black hair and green eyes, he was completely different from their friend Harry. Harry's black hair is messy and his green eyes are bright. He has never had a gloomy expression. He can laugh at any time and make everyone who looks at him laugh too.
"follow me."
He said to her just like the rumors said, his voice was as cold as ice beads plucking the strings of a piano, and it was as cold as a bone.
"What?" He tilted his head, not sure what he heard, "Where are you going?"
"follow me."
The ghost repeated, and actually stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder, which made the latter frightened out of his wits after being stunned for a moment, and he almost screamed.
——She is alive and the ghost is dead. They should not be able to touch each other.
And then in the next second, she actually started screaming.
——The ghost held her hand, stared at the emblem on her chest, and uttered a string of incantations that they couldn't understand, and gradually felt a sense of fear and a different feeling. She lowered her head and found that her feet melted into the water like ice cubes, together with the black-haired ghost.
"Granr!" After being stunned for a while, he quickly grabbed her outstretched arm, but he did not follow her and the ghost down.
He made a quick decision and immediately shouted: "Let go of my hand and go find the professor! I'm walking across the floor, I'm not dissolving! They can find me!"
"Don't be stupid. The principal is not in school today and Professor Snape is at St. Mungo's. Who do you expect to be proficient in ghosts!!"
He trembled and yelled back, suddenly remembering something, and then he made up his mind and reached out to pat Harry's face, "Wake up you sick cat!! Use your ability to rush when you are late! You have to watch your kiss. Are you done with Jack of All Trades?!”
"What the hell are you saying!" screamed.
"Shut up!" screamed Yaya, "I'm trying to save you! Grab this idiot's arm, granr!"
Harry groaned, but still didn't respond, so he grabbed his face and shouted into his ear.
"Go through the wall! Go down! You're going to be late for class!!!"
I don't know whether it was because he was woken up by the mixed high-pitched voice of men and women, or because he really heard the keyword "late for class", but Harry finally reacted——
He stretched out his hand and grasped his hand tightly, but even his waist was almost gone, so he had to grab Harry's trousers due to the height.
Then she screamed at the top of her lungs.
——Without even a plop, the three of them fell from the floor at a speed faster than a ghost.
