The Christmas holidays have finally passed, and after another layer of magic has been unveiled, Ani's horizons have broadened again, which has made him even busier.
Fortunately, his assistants helped him share a lot of work. Although he needed to spend extra time to coach the assistants, it was certainly worth it to save ten minutes of time, not to mention that this move would allow him to gain more. Lots of high quality wool.
No matter what, I, Aini, will make a profit without losing anything. Just very proud.
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The days at Hogwarts are peaceful and peaceful, except for Professor Quirrell, who is deep and fiery.
To his and Dumbledore's expectation, Quirrell returned to Hogwarts even though he was weaker, but he didn't seem to have changed much. For this reason, they allowed the children to tease Quirrell, which also made us The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is somewhat terrified of his own classroom.
But after many trials, the two discovered that he had not transformed himself into something strange. In addition, some troublemakers among the students became more and more unscrupulous, making it impossible for Dumbledore to continue to turn a blind eye.
This also made the twins, who had had enough of snowball blasting Quirrell at Christmas, but escaped due to Ani's cover, begin their late but arrived life of confinement.
Harry is also living a fulfilling life. In order to learn about his mother, he is now extremely interested in potions.
Therefore, it is said that everything should be done seriously. Harry, who consciously started working hard, made gratifying progress, and even Snape could hardly find his mistakes easily.
"Potter, why don't you let stupid Weasley cut the bat's liver open? Does being friends with a pig make you feel superior? Five points from Gryffindor."
"Weasley, did you grow your hands to applaud Potter? Or do you think you work in pairs just to have one person watching? Ten points from Gryffindor."
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Half a month after the above scene was staged, Ron, who couldn't bear it anymore, asked Hermione to partner with Harry. This would not only make it more difficult for Snape to find their mistakes, but he would also no longer attract the attention of the old bat.
The plan was executed perfectly. The Potions Professor didn't say anything about their change of partners. In fact, the students formed groups freely.
Moreover, after Harry's partner was replaced by Hermione, the two of them did not make any mistakes, and Snape could no longer find an excuse to open fire on Harry.
Ron even sat in the back seat furthest away from Harry.
Then he was in tragedy. Although Neville was able to perfectly cooperate with Hermione in brewing the potion, he could not hold Ron back at all, and the two of them raced on the road to being sprayed.
"I'm really fed up, why is Potions a compulsory course?" Ron shouted dissatisfiedly after he was already some distance away from the Potions classroom. He was about to be branded an autistic child by Snape.
"Sorry, Ron." Harry felt a little guilty, his friend was obviously implicated by him.
"Come on, Harry. It's not your fault at all. Snape himself doesn't have a good impression of Gryffindor." Ron knew the reason why he was criticized for Harry, but he couldn't do it just because his friend became a good person. The mean professor stopped taunting him and started to blame Harry for such a weird reason as sprinkling poison on himself.
People will always grow, and Ron felt that if he could say such things, then there must be a troll living in his head.
Hearing Ron's answer, Harry felt even more guilty. How could he help him? Maybe you can ask Aini.
"Oh, by the way, Ani said Snape, wait, let me think about it." Harry put his hand on Ron's shoulder and moved forward with the flow.
He thought that Ani had once told him that Snape and his mother were good friends, and his harshness towards him was just because he hated iron.
Now that my grades have improved a lot, and I haven't made any mistakes in the past few classes, maybe I can try to build a good relationship with Snape, er, Professor Snape, so that Ron won't have to take the blame for me.
As soon as he thought of it, Harry threw Ron away and ran back. The guilt in his heart made him have to do something immediately.
Snape also left the Potions classroom at this time, and it was time to go to the Great Hall to have something to eat.
Seeing their dean following behind, the Slytherin snakes obediently stepped aside.
When Harry returned, he thought there was some activity in Slytherin. Snape seemed to be marching with the snakes.
After hesitating for a moment, Harry walked up to meet the leader of the snake farm.
"Oh, look who this is?" Snape exclaimed in a grandiose tone, "We are starting to become a genius savior. I hope you can have a valid reason and tell me why you want to stand in front."
With a smile on his face, Harry said tentatively: "I can improve in Potions, thanks to you. I'm here to thank you for teaching us."
"Hahahaha~~~" Snape laughed wantonly, as if he had heard a big joke.
He turned half sideways, pointed at Harry, and wanted to say something, but he still laughed out loud, even though the sound was starting to become distorted.
The little snakes behind collectively took a step back. Is the dean okay? It was unimaginable that this greasy face, with the corners of its mouth turned downward since entering school, could smile so openly.
"You all come and take a look, this arrogant James...Harry Potter." After speaking to the little snakes, Snape turned his face to Harry who was beginning to feel bad.
"Potter, I really wish you could see yourself now. Are you showing off to me? It's a pity that that flattering smile is ugly and looks like shit. You know, shit." Snape's tone became angry. "Your face doesn't deserve these eyes."
The poison that had been accumulated for Harry for a month spurted out, and Snape exhaled happily. It was really disgusting to look at, this ugly face that seemed to be passed down through the blood and was unique to the Potter family.
After venting his anger, he saw those green eyes flashing with pain and disbelief, and felt a trace of regret in his heart. Then Snape, who felt a little out of sorts, pushed Harry away and quickly disappeared behind the corner.
Harry's shoulders were pressed against the wall, his face extremely pale, and he felt that he had just made the worst decision in his life.
He seemed to hear the little snakes laughing, but the sound was very vague, and everything in front of him became real and illusory. He could only feel a figure passing by him, gesticulating and pointing.
With the noisy noise surrounding his ears, he felt that this was a dream, and he desperately longed for this to be a dream.
He wanted to close his eyes, hoping to wake up and lie on the bed in the dormitory, and find that everything just now was a dream...
"Huh!" Harry suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air. Clutching the quilt under me, I felt a lot more relaxed.
It turned out that it was really just a nightmare.
"Harry, you're awake, how do you feel?"
"I'm fine, thank you, Hermione." Harry was still a little dazed after waking up. Just as he was about to stretch, he froze in bed when he heard the little witch's joyful yet worried greeting.
Hermione, why did she appear in the boys' dormitory!
The ominous premonition in his heart became more and more intense, and Harry turned his head stiffly. Hermione was standing aside with a glass of water, with a white curtain behind her.
With just a casual glance, Harry confirmed the location.
He was too familiar with this place. He would come here every time he got injured during Quidditch practice. He would never admit it, not to mention that Madam Pomfrey lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Harry, what happened? Why did you faint suddenly?" Hermione was a little angry, because there were two people who knew the situation sitting outside.
But the red-haired one just grabbed his red hair and sighed, and punched his head twice from time to time.
The other golden retriever behaved normally, but he refused to tell himself the truth. He insisted on asking Harry. She was going crazy when she saw her friend fainted, okay?
Harry opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. Could he tell Hermione that he was sprayed by Snape? Or did you rush there on your own?
He regretted sitting on the bed. If there was a floor underneath, he would have been able to dig out a grave with his toes and bury himself completely.
"Get out, Miss Granger, I want to check Mr. Potter, please keep quiet outside." Madam Pomfrey warned, it was obvious that someone had made a scene just now.
Hermione, who was kicked out, simply took the two of them with one hand and ran out like door gods.
Closing the door to the school doctor's office with her backhand, Hermione let go of Ron, who had already started to have a dripping nose in disgust, gave up the idea of asking him, and turned to the blond boy.
"Malfoy, don't you have anything to say?" Hermione pointed at his chest, and then moved her target to Ron.
"You, Ron, and Harry." Hermione felt that her little brain, which she always prided herself on being smart, was a bit inadequate and she couldn't understand the current situation at all.
Their clothes were a little messy and there were bruises on their faces. It was obvious that a conflict had broken out before.
Hermione didn't want to know how Ron survived Malfoy and the two big lackeys without Harry's help. She just wanted to know how Harry fainted suddenly.
The two of them were in the same room just now but did not get into a fight. What is certain is that although the process may have some twists and turns, Malfoy is definitely not the culprit, otherwise the two of them may be confused.
"Malfoy, what is going on?" Hermione asked again, a terrible idea popping up in her mind.
Could it be that Snape openly started to attack Harry?
Could it be that what they had been worrying about after the Quidditch match finally happened?
But this is not magic at all. There are many professors in the castle, as well as Dumbledore. How could he, how dare he!
"Granger, I don't think Potter wants to make this matter known to everyone." Malfoy said slowly, and added silently in his heart, although maybe now, except for you, in Hogwarts Everyone knows it already.
After saying that, Malfoy pursed his lips uncomfortably, where he received a heavy punch from Ron, and felt a faint pain when he spoke, this damn red-haired barbarian!
Malfoy glanced at Ron with contempt, disdain written on his face. But he felt a little sour in his heart. He really wanted this kind of friend who could rush forward regardless of anything when something happened.
He was just a little spoiled, but not stupid. Although Crabbe and Goyle looked up to him, their friendship was mixed with too many other things.
Regarding this, he is currently just enjoying the shadow of his family and is unable to change...
