Harry was originally walking on the way to the principal's office, but on a trail (of course, if it were him, he would definitely choose the trail), someone stopped him.
Several tall black shadows loomed over him. Harry thought to himself, oh, these senior boys in Slytherin are quite tough, but immediately, these boys surrounded him like a cage and tried to Force him into a blind corner of a corridor.
Harry blinked, made no move for the time being, and followed them into the corner meekly.
"Hello, Bagshot," the leading boy said, but he didn't look too tall among this group of seniors, but judging from the way he took the initiative to chat, he must be the leader of this group. His accessories At most, "You may not know my name, after all, we have never... been friends with each other," the senior boy said in a casual tone, "My last name is Nott."
"Good afternoon, Senior Nott, what do you want from me?" Harry said, but in his heart he wanted to spit tea on the other person's face. What kind of grudge does he have with the surname nott that causes people with this surname to always look for trouble with him?
"I want to make a deal with you," Nott glanced at him up and down with an undisguised look of contempt, then said in a feigned cordiality, "a deal that's a good deal for you."
"Then let me hear what nonsense you are going to say, Senior Nott," Harry said with fake arrogance, ignoring the offended expressions of the senior boys around him, "I think you and I both know what you want. What."
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Of course Nott had done some research on the person he wanted to 'trade' when he led people around the transfer student - he was born in Germany, and his surname might not be Bagshot, but he thought this was still a child with an unremarkable surname, someone who might be an elder. His distant relatives had noble blood and surnames, but they were ordinary people who had declined by the time he himself came. I heard that this boy's potion skills were pretty good (otherwise he wouldn't have gotten the elixir), but his talent wasn't great. He didn't do well in other courses. As for his behavior, Nott took it for granted. This kind of caution should be exercised. In such a situation, what else can a transfer student do besides relying on classmates with noble surnames and being cautious?
To be honest, this boy has done a good job, except for his somewhat annoying posture - the transfer student's posture is not humble enough, nor flattering enough, but the withdrawn second son of the black family does not seem to be at all. I don't care, this makes people like Nott whose surname is not as good as black feel unhappy.
You know, you can't treat a noble and a beggar with the same attitude. Even if you are a king, doing so will offend the noble.
Of course nott would not go to black for trouble, but of course he would feel that Bagshot is only a little better than Snape - the latter is almost so arrogant, and will never be a sensible person even if he is down, so Slytherin's people They all looked on coldly at what happened between him and Potter, as if they were laughing at each other, and no one reached out to help.
Nott even made a plan before coming here. For example, if a transfer student is in a foreign country, he must be restrained in terms of money. He also has no connections to turn to, and the face of the second son of the Black family must also be looked at. Then he could use a large amount of gold galleons to trade with him, or agree to him and introduce him to some good officials and big shots. Of course, if the boy was weak and easy to bully, he would even plan to directly steal the boy's trophy - Fuling The drug is given without paying any price. All it takes is threatening the boy to keep it secret. Even if it is exposed, the Black family will not offend their family because of an outsider.
Everything seemed perfect, except for one problem, and this problem, when he brushed it, before he could recover, the wand was taken away, floated up, and automatically hung on the sword tip of the knight statue next to him. Only then did I think about it——
——What if Bagshot is not weak and easily bullied?
Francis Bagshot's movements were crisp and neat: when the group of boys rushed towards him, he clicked his wand a few times quickly, without reciting a spell, and just knocked away the wands of the first few people, and then used the taller and When Muscle rushed up, he grabbed one of them, threw him over his shoulder, and threw him away. He just crushed two more people. While the remaining two were panicking and casting spells at him, the blond boy He actually sighed, as if he didn't understand the purpose of the flying spell. He waved his wand and cast an armor protection slowly, then quickly kicked one down, and with a flick of his wrist, several more came. petrochemical.
When he slowly raised his head again and looked at Nott who had been hung up early, the latter was already frightened and angry, with his face flushed. He couldn't believe that he was in such a mess within five minutes - but at the same time, his There was already a layer of cold sweat on his back.
Silent curse! A third grade student with perfect proficiency in silent spells! Knock them all down!
Nott still couldn't accept that he was defeated so easily, but when Bagshot walked around in front of him with great interest, looking left and right, with a kind of curiosity that was rarely seen on his face, he was shocked to realize that the opponent was more powerful than him. He imagined it more easily, and may have even prepared in advance.
"I..." When being stared at by those gray-blue eyes, Nott couldn't help blurting out, "I... what are you going to do? What are you going to do to me?"
"I also want to ask what you are going to do to me," Bagshot used a flying spell and put the scattered wand in his hand with a smile, "A business with no capital?"
nott: "No, I plan to trade with you! Bagshot, you will need gold coins and connections——"
In fact, this price should not be paid lightly, but of course, as long as you are as mediocre as you appear, this price will not even be there——
Nott thought this in his head, and in his heart he hated this boy for wearing such a good face, but at the same time he felt confused. He obviously had such beautiful hands, and his skills were definitely not bad, but look at what this boy usually does. What? Just that list of daily achievements where even an o is not common?
Now he understands why black values this person. The cunning black must have seen this a long time ago, but cunningly kept his mouth shut so that he could secretly form a friendship that may bring huge benefits in the future.
Treacherous black, he must have done it on purpose. Nott cursed in his heart.
"I have no intention of doing this, thank you for your trading advice, and I don't want to be a business that you don't have money for-" Nott saw Bagshot saying happily, threw the wand into the corner, rolled it on the ground, and then gave it to notti cast a belated petrification spell, clapped his hands and left, "Don't worry, even if you fall from here, you won't be able to kill anyone from this height. This is a lesson, it's best not to mess with someone you don't know the details of, nott Senior - I hope you can understand, after all, I don’t have that much time.”
Nott was so angry at these words that every cell in his body was clamoring to give him some color... But he could only watch Bagshot walk out of the corridor, leaving only a stiff, sculpture-like figure. The senior boys couldn't even move a finger.
Because Bagshot's silent petrification spell is perfect.
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It has to be said that although violence and bullying are not the way to solve problems, sometimes violence can indeed solve the problem quickly, easily and neatly.
Harry took the wand back with regret, and then warned himself: No, you can't enjoy this, no matter what the reason is, violence cannot be the final solution to the problem, and you cannot bully others for no reason... You cannot let your father cover you up. Shame, you can't naturally fall into this environment in this era.
He regained his composure, returned to the students after class, and headed towards Principal Dumbledore's office. However, not long after he walked, he blinked, turned around, and suddenly walked into an empty classroom, and kicked Locked the door.
"...Sigh," when Harry saw clearly who the person was peering at him from the door, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh, "Why is it you again, Si...Mr. Black."
A head of black semi-long hair that looked unruly, and a familiar handsome face... When he was stared at by those black eyes with that 'I'm looking at you' look, Harry was really tired. , he didn’t know what was going on, his future godfather just didn’t like him.
Sirius was half-leaning against the wall, folding his arms, looking carefree, not at all embarrassed about being caught. He even blew a bubble out, as if he was eating Chuibao bubble gum.
"I don't understand," he said looking quite happy, "I'm just eating candy in an empty classroom."
Harry stared at him for three seconds, then turned and left.
"What?" Sirius said, "Don't you treat me like Nott and the others, little German?"
Harry's hand on the doorknob paused for a moment, and he really wanted to complain to James again.
"What, you don't have anything to argue with this time?" Sirius even smiled a little. He raised his chin, "You don't need to look like a good gentleman anymore?"
Harry looked back at him expressionlessly.
"You didn't intend to treat me as a worthless business," he said as calmly as possible, "Why should I leave you petrified here until someone discovers it the next day? You are still Regulus's brother."
"Don't mention Regulus - something has always been strange to me. Why are you pretending to be mediocre?" Sirius ignored this. "As far as I know, this can't help you establish prestige in Slytherin. That's why you are today It was seen as a worthless deal.”
I don’t need to establish authority. Harry thought with a headache.
"It's none of your business, Mr. Black," he said coldly, opened the door and tried to walk out, but failed.
Sirius waved his wand and recited a door-locking spell with a speed that was comparable to him kicking the door. The door clanged as if an undue weight had been exerted on it, and closed heavily in front of Harry, almost pinching his hand.
Obviously, Sirius is much better than Nott's group. At least in terms of speed, accuracy, and timing, he seems to be very skilled.
Is this the result of your and my father's battle of wits with Snape for four consecutive years? Harry cursed secretly in his mind, while turning his head to silently glare at Sirius.
"I respect you, Mr. Black. You are my friend's brother, so I don't think a lot of things are okay. I don't want to make everyone unhappy," Harry said, "But I think you also have to respect me - what on earth do I want you to do?" Do you think it’s so annoying?”
"I think these words are very hurtful," Sirius said slowly and leisurely without being arrogant or arrogant, "You also said that you are my brother's friend, how can I hate you."
He just has an indelible curiosity about Bagshot that comes from nowhere.
Sirius looked at this face and felt that Bagshot must not have noticed: once he made any expression or movement, this face that looked arrogant, cold and hateful came to life. Those expressions, those micro-movements, whether it was anger, joy or facial expressions There is a deep sense of dissonance in his expressionlessness, especially his eyes, which are also blue-grey. Compared to Lucius Malfoy, these eyes are actually not annoying.
If it were any other person, Sirius would only say that this person is just hypocritical, or that it is not his fault that his parents gave birth to him with this face, but his intuition told him that this was not the case with Bagshot.
"Really," Harry remained expressionless, "It's not offensive, but I thought that was the reason why I was hated. Just like you have always felt, I am not a safe enough friend for Regulus. "
"I'm glad you are self-aware," Sirius raised an eyebrow, telling Harry that if the Sorting Hat saw his expression, he would never sort him into Gryffindor, "But you know what, I think James is right, I shouldn't be so unkind to you."
"But you're still following me, otherwise you wouldn't know about Nott." Harry pointed out this point with an expressionless face.
"That's just a coincidence." Sirius whistled and said slyly, "What's wrong, I was just passing by!"
This time, Harry actually made an inelegant gesture towards his godfather.
Sirius took a few steps forward, walked around Harry, and said with great interest, "Seriously, petrification spell? That's what you did to Nott? Bagshot, you're a bit beyond my expectation."
"...I can't peel them and eat them," Harry said with a cold face and said a joke that was not funny, "Even if they are thrown into the crucible and cheese is added, they won't taste good, thank you."
Sirius laughed and seemed to actually appreciate the joke: "Yes, their meat must be smelly and hard to chew!"
Harry sighed, took out his wand and tapped the door, which opened with a creak.
"If you don't have anything else, I'm going to go to the principal." Harry had no idea what the young godfather was doing blocking him here. "He's not always free."
"No, no, no, don't leave in a hurry." Sirius took a few steps forward, took out something from his cloak pocket, and tossed it gently, "Since you are close to my brother, you should receive this." ——I think you don’t want Regulus to be disappointed, right?”
Harry glanced at the thing, stuffed it into his pocket, and opened the door listlessly to leave, but Sirius took a few steps forward and held the door with one hand.
"Your expression seems to say that these things are boring." Sirius carefully studied the expression on the boy's face, "Does it mean you don't want to come to my brother's birthday party?"
"...No," Harry flexibly struggled out of his arms and said expressionlessly, "I think you are boring, Mr. Black."
sirius: "…………"
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When James was writing his first pile of homework, Sirius passed through the portrait of the fat woman and came back humming a song.
"Padfoot—" James wailed, "You finally know you're back, huh? Did you agree to do this damn homework together?"
"I'm starving," Sirius said with a proud smile, "Which of you left me something to eat?"
"Just when you were stalking little Francis again? No one left food for you," Lupin said jokingly, handing over a few pieces of bread, "What new harvest did you get?"
"He is surprisingly tolerant of me." Sirius took the bread and took a big bite.
"This is normal, you are his friend's brother." Lupin pointed out this.
"No, regulus won't be angry with him for this. He definitely knows this. His attitude towards me is more like 'I don't care what you are doing, don't cause trouble for me, because I don't want to cause trouble for you', and I saw nott making trouble for him today——"
James jumped up: "Not that bastard is causing trouble for him?"
"Why are you jumping up?" Sirius was not satisfied with being interrupted. He rolled his eyes and thought of one more thing, "Oh, he sued you last time, right? Prongs? Today he brought Nott and His follower wanted to get the elixir from him, but he petrified a large area in a few seconds. I bet no one passed that place all day. This means that he is not without a bottom line. Once he hits the bottom line, he will also Take action."
"So?" James didn't understand his friend's logic at all. He felt confused and shouted, "Does this prove that he is special to you? I think you are in love with him, Sirius, stop your narcissistic behavior. No? What do you want him to do? Want him to leave Regulus and stop being your brother's friend from now on? Or dig out all his secrets? "
"Of course I want to get to know him, because he is the most inconsistent person I have ever met." Sirius glanced at his brother with contempt, "I think you are the one who fell in love with him - tell me, don't find him My troubles are none of your business, Prongs, why are you so excited?"
"Hi, hi, I only like Lily, thank you! Don't slander me like this! Besides, Lily also thinks that little Francis is a very good person, doesn't she!" James affirmed, then he sat down and touched his head, " ...Then, I think he is really likable? He is supposed to be an annoying German pureblood, but he never despises Lily."
Because Lily is also special to him. Sirius snorted inwardly. James has always been willing to be the best for the people he cares about, but at the same time, he is always not careful enough in this state.
——But he didn't tell James this sentence yet. He didn't want to turn Bagshot into an annoying object like Snape just yet.
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"Banana milk ice cream."
Harry stated the password listlessly and shuffled in. Sirius's matter is like a lingering ghost. You can neither solve it immediately nor ignore it.
To be honest, it's very tiring.
As he walked into the principal's room, he raised his head and was about to say hello to the old principal, but he froze on the spot, his eyes widened.
A black figure stood in front of the old principal's desk, like a line of paint applied by a brush, which was incompatible with the entire principal's office. The portraits of the principals who had been napping during the day all woke up, talking in low voices, and looking at this person with either frightened or complicated eyes.
"I don't understand what you mean," the black figure said slowly, his voice full of the arrogance of a superior, "I think with my attainments, I am fully qualified to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, let alone Substitute teaching...oh."
As if hearing the footsteps, the figure turned around, glanced at the visitor indifferently, and then turned his head back. This was enough for people to see his face clearly - he had a face that could be called extremely handsome. face, but above that, the pair of red eyes are more dazzling and piercing than the appearance. His complexion was very pale, and his expression and eyes looked more like a snake than a human being, with a hint of anger. While that appearance is attractive, it is also intimidating.
- I know who he is. I know who he is!
Harry's heart skipped a beat because of this, and a warning kept shouting in his mind. For some reason, he knew who this person was, but this feeling never appeared. He opened his mouth, and all kinds of emotions surged out in an instant. His face turned gray and stiff, but Dumbledore was faster than him.
"Francis," Dumbledore said, "Oh, boy, I was wondering why you haven't come yet - as you can see, I have an important guest. You can go to my bookshelf first and find a few books you want. Take it back." After saying that, he nodded gently to Harry and calmly pointed in the direction of the bookshelf, motioning for Harry to come over.
Harry stiffened his face and lowered his head. He hugged his schoolbag like the wind and got into Dumbledore's forest-like bookshelf. He randomly picked up a book and stood to read.
But his heart couldn't calm down, and was beating wildly. His hearing that was more sensitive than ordinary people allowed him to spontaneously capture the conversation coming from over there, but for some reason, he always felt that the person's eyes were light from the first day they met. After gently sweeping over his body, she didn't let go.
This feeling couldn't be called wonderful - the coldness of being stared at by a snake made his teeth chatter.
"...This is the transfer student." After a moment of silence, the man said with certainty, not hesitating or asking.
"It sounds like you care about the students very much." Dumbledore said calmly, "Tom."
"I know all the pure-blood students of Slytherin, and his dress is obviously not that of a half-blood with an average family background." The man said arrogantly, "Since when did you care so much about a Slytherin, Dumbledore, you actually opened your library to him... …What’s his last name?”
"Francis is very diligent and studious," Dumbledore said evasively. "As the principal, of course I have to give students as much help as I can."
The man sneered, obviously scorning Dumbledore's remarks.
"All in all, I don't see anything wrong with me acting as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." He continued the previous topic, "I believe the board of directors will also agree with this choice - I am the best."
"But in the end, only the principal has the right to decide whether to leave or stay the professor of a course." Dumbledore said calmly, "If I were to state my opinion - you are not suitable to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Tom, even if Your attainments in magic are indeed far superior to others."
A silence that was more terrifying than death immediately filled the office. Neither the man nor Dumbledore was in a happy mood, but rather like swords clashing... Harry almost suffocated behind the bookshelf because of the atmosphere, but when he quietly poked his head out again A moment later, the man had already thrown off his clothes and walked out without even saying hello. He was obviously angry and anxious.
If it wasn't Dumbledore who was sitting behind the table, the table must have been overturned.
After the man walked out of the principal's office door, Harry slowly moved out from behind the bookshelf: "Professor Dumbledore?"
"Francis." Dumbledore took off his glasses and pressed the bridge of his nose, but his expression didn't look relaxed at all, "I'm sorry for letting you hide there. Come, sit down and have a cup of tea."
Harry sat down with his book in his arms, and the old headmaster knocked on the table and asked the house elf to serve them a new pot of tea and several plates of afternoon tea snacks.
"Who was that big shot just now?" Harry couldn't help but ask knowingly, "He looked very unfriendly."
"I think you have heard of his name in Slytherin," Dumbledore rarely said bluntly. He looked up at Harry meaningfully, "People call him the Dark Duke. He calls himself-"
"——Voldemort!" Harry said. At the same time, his heart felt as if a stone had been hit hard on his head, and it suddenly became heavy. The faces of James and Lily appeared in his mind, so vivid and real.
In the distant future, biological parents are too much of a respectable word for Harry. He has only seen their appearance from photos, and heard what kind of people they are from the portraits of Remus, Sirius and the Potter family's old house. Harry Although I love them, I also know that they love their son more than their own lives, but that is... very far away. Losing his parents was certainly a tragic event for him, but from a sensory perspective, he did not lose much. Charles gave him a lot of love.
But it's different now. James and Lily are still alive. When Harry talks to them and starts to interact with them, it's hard not to like his future parents. Maybe it's because of the wonderful blood relationship, even though he is just a transfer student on the surface. , but James and Lily are very good to him, he likes them spontaneously, and they also like him spontaneously.
And Voldemort was the one who would end all happiness and happiness in the future. He killed James and then Lily.
When Harry thought of this, he could hardly control himself. His body stiffened again, his face turned pale, and his nails dug several marks into his palms.
When dumbledore heard him say this name, he looked at him deeply and smiled.
"Yes, that's right, Voldemort," he said, "but not many people dare to call him by his name now, Francis. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor took a leave of absence due to illness and recommended him to me—— And he himself has always loved the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, but at the beginning, I rejected his job application, and now, I don’t think he can be a good professor."
Harry opened his mouth and closed it again. He really didn't know what kind of remarks he should make as Francis. But if he were 'harry' now, he could blurt out many curses and curses at this enemy. All kinds of objections.
But for Merlin's sake, he still carries the identity of the great nephew of the first generation Dark Lord.
"Are you afraid of him, Francis?" Dumbledore asked inexplicably. "Many people are afraid of him."
"I'm not afraid of him," Harry thought for a moment and decided to be honest, "but his sight is very uncomfortable, sir."
"Ah, so you noticed," Dumbledore nodded, "He pays a little attention to you. But don't worry, my child, he has a little habit. He pays attention to every new student in hogwarts, from pure Bloodborn to Muggleborn, I think he wanted to remember each new student to see which ones could be of use to him in the future."
"I think I'm not interested in this," Harry declared quickly, fearing that the old headmaster would become suspicious, "I just want to study hard."
"I'm not worried about this," Dumbledore said calmly, "Maybe this is a bit too much, but kid, after spending three days with you, I know that you are not a person who can agree with his point of view."
His voice slowed down, like comfort, like encouragement.
"Although your great-uncle once took the wrong path," Harry was surprised that Dumbledore actually mentioned Grindelwald in a less subtle way, "but what no one can deny is that he was a great wizard who had mastered everyone. He has unmatched power, status and wealth at his fingertips, but his eyes can always look to more distant places."
"...The same goes for you, sir." Harry twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling a little restless.
dumbledore smiled, did not respond to this sentence, but continued.
"As his relative, you have no reason to be afraid of him, but you should remember the lessons of his failure, my dear child," Dumbledore said, "I hope that in the future, no matter what deeds you see about Voldemort or how you experience it, To see his power and means, remember what I said today - such cold violence cannot be the solution to the final problem."
"Such an approach will only bring violence and turmoil next time." Harry blurted out.
"That's right," Dumbledore nodded happily, "That's not bad at all, Francis. I'm glad you already have such awareness."
Because my dad told me the same thing. Harry thought.
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After chatting with Dumbledore for a few more words, Harry borrowed a few books from the collection and asked for leave. Then he left the principal's office and walked downstairs. When he reached the door, he met an excited Regulus - this was What a rare expression.
"Francis!" Regulus looked extremely happy. He held Harry's wrist. Harry could feel that his palms were full of sweat, but Regulus ignored him and pulled Harry and hurried out, "Quick, follow me. Come!"
"Regulus?!" Harry was startled by his action.
"You won't believe what kind of big shot came here." Regulus paused and calmed down his expression. Harry heard him whisper excitedly, "That big shot rarely comes to school - even if he is... With my family's status, I can only meet him once at a banquet. He will only value capable people. Anyway, you won't believe what kind of person he is. He is the admired figure of almost all Slytherins."
No, I’m definitely not the one I admire!
"Who?" Harry felt like he was pulling him into the air, but he felt that he was asking nonsense, "Um, I mean, what kind of big shot made you so anxious?"
"Of course I'm anxious," Regulus said, "The Lord heard that he was on the Quidditch pitch and watching the training, but today I heard that Gryffindor was competing with us for the spot. Of course we need to go and help out." He whispered in Harry's ear again Say, "I don't know what kind of connections you need, but it never hurts to be appreciated by your lordship, even if you are not English."
Harry felt his stomach twitching - he didn't really want to reject Regulus's sincere 'kindness', and he didn't want to be appreciated by 'that person' at all.
He wanted to refuse, but Regulus didn't give him time to refuse. He dragged them to the stadium like a gust of wind. As expected, he saw the slender black figure in the professor's auditorium of the stadium. The man seemed to be sitting on a throne, looking at the red and green robes flying wildly on the Quidditch field with an indifferent look.
"Has this fight reached the sky?" Harry saw his father flying in the air and frantically avoiding spells. He was startled and almost took out his wand to protect himself with armor. "What's going on! They are crazy?"
"It's inevitable. After all, that adult is here. Of course we have to grab the spot and prove our ability before the professor arrives." Regulus took the robbery of the venue as a matter of course. "Only this time, we can't let gryffindor share the venue with us - I’m going too, are you going, Francis?”
Harry looked at the swaying Quidditch players above, and truly felt that such a Slytherin was not what 'that person' appreciated. He shook his head wildly and took out his wand: "I...I'll give you support!"
Satisfied, Regulus flew up with the broom and rushed into the chaotic circle.
Harry's eyes immediately locked onto his father - the one who flew best was the one who was so easy to find. James's flying talent should not be underestimated. His broom seemed to be growing on his butt. No matter what crazy moves he made, he was steady and his movements were flexible and accurate. From time to time, someone would fall like a plane crash. When he came, he was like a fish in water, knocking over many people with the magic wand in his hand.
Harry couldn't help but think of his side-sitting flying position... He couldn't help but feel ashamed of it, and decided to agree with Draco that he was right. But when he moved his eyes and found Sirius, he found that the other person was actually looking at him, making a "no," he said, raised his eyebrows, and got into the fight again.
And after Harry quietly shot down a Slytherin player who sneaked up on his father, and used a magic spell on Regulus to protect his armor, and blocked the attack, he quietly glanced at the audience.
Then he broke into a cold sweat.
The big shot, the man known as the Duke of Darkness, had been staring indifferently at the students fighting in the sky. But if you look carefully, you will find that his eyes are following a person, sticking to them without deviation, like a shadow, as if looking at a still life, focused, stubborn, but full of consideration. And that person was not any Slytherin player, not even a Slytherin student who was helping.
That was Harry's father, Gryffindor's Seeker, James Potter. 166 reading network
