The Soul of Hogwarts Across Worlds

Chapter 7 The Secret in Surnames

"Damn old bat, I knew this guy would definitely trouble us." Ron, who was eating in the auditorium at noon, said angrily.

"Fred told me a long time ago, let me avoid Snape in the future. I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand it."

"Look at this guy, we deducted a full [-] points from a Potions class." Ron, who was still brooding over the points deducted, said angrily.

"Only Melda escaped with Hermione."

Covering a hood at the side, Melda, who was struggling to pick up the rice, rolled her eyes involuntarily.

What to do, what to do.It's okay, can you not mention me.Don't know I'm in danger now?
Really, eating a meal is not a worry.

Fortunately, there was no one around Melda.

What was different from his frenzied cooking was that the friends sitting around him were almost not very interested, especially Harry and Neville.

People are deducted points and numb!

Harry was fine, because of well-known reasons, it would be strange if Snape didn't deduct points for him one day, but Neville was purely unlucky.

Think about it, in the first Potions class, you don't know anything, so you have to prepare potions.The configuration doesn't matter, the key is that Snape is like a high-definition camera, just staring at you.

Every time you pick up an herb to put in the cauldron, he'll look at you with a mocking, deep sneer.

Can you imagine that scene?
Damn it was mental torture.Poor Neville, who was a little timid at first, was in a trance after being tossed about by Snape like this.

The result was naturally constant mistakes, and once they made mistakes, Snape would say in an extremely indifferent tone: "Two points deducted from Gryffindor."

Throughout the class, Neville and Harry were evenly divided, and they acted as the vanguard of the deduction brigade, and were deducted more than 20 points.And the rest shared the remaining twenty points.

"How could he do this? I mean he is obviously a professor, how can he deduct points indiscriminately?" Hermione, who was tortured by Snape's wonderful deductions for the whole class, said angrily.

ps (Only for Gryffindor’s deduction criteria: points will be deducted for raising hands in class, points will be deducted for no one raising their hands, points will be deducted for answering wrong questions, points will be deducted for failing to answer, points will be deducted for speaking, points will be deducted for not speaking... )
After Snape found out that Hermione had memorized the entire Potions textbook, he simply ignored her for a whole class.

"Harry, does your father have any grudges against him?" Ron asked puzzled, it was because Harry was so attractive in front of Snape, which made Ron very curious.

"No, I've always lived at my aunt's house, and I've never seen my parents at all." Harry replied with some frustration.

"Why then?"

Before Ron could continue to ask, Melda, who was sitting by the side, suddenly said subconsciously: "There is a grudge, and that is an old grudge."

"Huh? Melda, do you know my father?"

"Ahem, Harry, you have to know that the circle of wizards is actually very small, and the circle of pure-blood wizards is even smaller."

Difficult to swallow the plate of stewed mutton with potatoes in front of him, shit, the smell of mutton is gone.

After taking a big gulp of the fruit juice to suppress the taste, Melda slowly started to talk.

"Actually, Harry and your family are very famous."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Melda in confusion, this sudden turning point must have been too blunt.

"If it's just your father's relationship with Snape, it's easy." Melda pointed to the table behind the wall and said, "See Malfoy? If your relationship with him is ten times worse, Probably nothing more than your father's relationship with Snape."

"Malfoy?" Harry followed the direction of Melda's finger, and saw that the blond boy was whispering something with his two little followers with his head down.

Suddenly a sense of unexplained disgust rose from Harry's heart.That kind of feeling that seems to be inherently difficult to deal with, even Harry doesn't know why?
Melda, who had changed to a plate of vegetable salad, had a panoramic view of Harry's expression. In fact, it was normal for Harry to hate Malfoy for no reason, and the reason was very simple.

Harry has been living under the fence of his aunt since he was a child, and the family basically does not regard Harry as a relative.It can be said that if the oppressed Harry can like Malfoy's pretentious, self-proclaimed pure-blood nobleman, it would be hell.

"I probably understand."

"I get it too." Ron said excitedly, "That means Harry's father was Snape's deadly enemy when he was in school."

"It's even possible that Snape, no, it's definitely because Snape couldn't beat Harry's father back then, and that's why he's bullying Harry like this now, right Melda."

"Huh?" Melda looked at Ron in surprise.

"When did you become so smart, Ron?"

"Hey, I've always been smart, okay?" Ron said proudly with his head up.

"So that's how it is." The group of friends understood Ron's explanation, and they began to worry about Harry's college life in the next few years.

But Harry wasn't worried at all. It should be said that his thoughts were not on this at all. He had been living in the lies fabricated by his aunt's family since he was a child. Regarding himself, it should be said that his parents and family had no common sense at all.

Now he desperately wants to know everything about himself.

"By the way, Melda, what do you mean our family is famous?" Harry asked eagerly.

Melda, who was chewing the steak, first pushed the plate of vegetable salad aside, then took a bite of the beef, and said vaguely: "Potter, Potter, Ron, you should You've heard of it, right?"

"Huh?" Ron, who didn't expect that the topic would suddenly turn to himself, was stunned for a moment, and then he found something about the Potter family from his scant memory.

"Yes, I have heard of it. I remember that my grandfather once mentioned that the Potter family made their fortune from potions, that's right."

"Huh? Ron, is your grandfather Mr. Septimus?" Melda asked in surprise as if he had thought of something suddenly.

"Yeah, do you know my grandfather too? You gave me a set of wizard chess last Christmas."

"Of course, Mr. Septimus Weasley is a well-known professional wizard chess player throughout Europe. He is a powerful player who has won the European Cup of wizard chess. I heard about it when I was in France!"

"Ahem, Melda." Harry interrupted the conversation between Melda and Ron with some embarrassment.Staring at a pair of dark green eyes, she kept hinting to Melda not to go on the wrong topic.

"Okay, Harry, I see."

"Got it."

(End of this chapter)