Hogwarts: Harley from The Witch Way

That's right. Hermione nodded seriously, Did Professor Lockhart use the Cleansing Charm and Ironing Charm that Professor Flitwick mentioned for a short time?

That's not right, Professor Lockhart's wand was thrown out the window, unless he can cast without a wand...

Hermione was still muttering non-stop, and Harry patted her buttocks hard:

Hair is dry, go back to your bed! Didn't you just come to dry your hair?

One more massage, one more massage and I'll leave! Hermione was knocked out of the thinking mode and returned to reality, vowing.

Oh, I knew it. Harry sneered, but his hands were very honest.

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The first period of the next morning was Potions.

Professor Snape had a dark face early in the morning, and before class, his mood deteriorated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, beside him was Professor Lockhart, who couldn't keep his mouth shut for breakfast.

Dear Professor Snape, you really should try my homemade shampoo. Professor Lockhart's eyes were vicious, and he could tell at a glance that it wasn't long before Snape resumed the habit of washing his hair.

It's hard to wash off the deep-seated oil in your hair, let's try my top-notch aristocratic shampoo...

While introducing, Professor Lockhart deliberately shook his blond hair, showing how good his hair is and how thick it is.

He still showed his white teeth intentionally or unintentionally, as if he wanted to sell homemade toothpaste next.

The students sitting below all saw this scene.

Ravenclaw's eaglet and Hufflepuff's badger were covering their mouths and laughing secretly.

The Gryffindor cubs simply toasted each other and winked unabashedly in the direction of Slytherin House.

But the little snakes in Slytherin didn't care about the provocation from the stupid lions at all, or they didn't have time to care, because they all set their murderous eyes on Professor Lockhart.

It was not until the Potions class that Professor Snape hurried over.

Let's go to class! He yelled, I'm in a bad mood, don't mess with me was written all over his face.

The Gryffindors and Slytherins who attended this class were obedient and did not dare to make any changes at all.

Hand in your summer homework! Professor Snape strode around the classroom,

Then we will simply prepare a little potion right away!

I sincerely hope that your brains can still remember what I taught, even if it is only half, or even a third...

As long as I am not like someone who is comparable to a troll, I am grateful!

Malfoy let out an undisguised sneer from below, Professor Snape glanced at him and ignored him.

Everyone spread their summer homework on the table, Professor Snape lightly waved his wand, and the homework flew up by itself, forming a pile.

I heard that a certain professor has to go down to collect the test papers himself? I really wonder how his brain grows, and he doesn't even know that he is a wizard.

Professor Snape flipped through the collected homework, pretending not to care, and mentioned something.

Lockhart is indeed not as powerful as you! Malfoy said loudly, You are the best professor at Hogwarts!

The Gryffindors all glared at Malfoy, but Malfoy was so complacent that he didn't care about Gryffindor's eyes at all.

Oh, that's not enough. The corners of Professor Snape's mouth curled up,

At least some old man is a better professor than I am, ever was.

Now, looking at his actions this semester, I am very skeptical of this conclusion... Cut the nonsense! Let's review the content of the final exam of last semester, forgetting the potion!

...

The students opened fire quickly, put the crucible on the stand, and operated quickly.

Professor Snape was wandering around the classroom as usual, outputting:

Mr. Longbottom, if I were you, I'd add water before starting the fire! Lest I burn the bottom of the poor cauldron! It's a fact that every Muggle knows!

Miss Brown, don't look for the formula in this semester's textbook! The forgetting potion is the content of last semester!

Mr. Gore, you should be more careful with the cockroach liver, you are going to crush it into a meat paste!

Professor Snape was extremely toxic today, and even the Slytherins suffered a lot of damage.

Obviously, he was stimulated by Professor Lockhart.

It wasn't until passing by Harry that Professor Snape slowed down significantly, and his tone was slightly gentler, as normal guidance should have:

Miss Halle, maybe you can think about why you put out the fire before adding cockroach liver.

Also, why can't the water be boiled in the first place, but add the ingredients directly after heating for two minutes...

The Slytherins in the rear chuckled, and the Gryffindors also gave sympathetic looks.

After all, in everyone's eyes, Harley was that standard unlucky Potions student.

She has been targeted by Professor Snape, she has to be picked on in every class, and she is often put in confinement—

When Harry went to make up lessons with Professor Snape, he always told others that it was confinement, and Hermione, the only one who knew about it, obviously had a strict tongue and would not talk nonsense.

This also convinced almost everyone that Professor Snape didn't like Harry.

Of course, the question of Professor Snape giving Harry extra points was selectively ignored by most people.

After all, being targeted so badly, so what's the point? No more points, Professor McGonagall will not agree!

After class, several Gryffindor girls surrounded Harry to comfort her, only Hermione rolled her eyes quietly.

Professor Snape is not targeting this, it is clearly a preference!

Not surprisingly, Harley continued to go to Professor Snape for confinement in the evening of this semester.

The Gryffindor classmates who knew it pitied her even more.

Think about it, to be alone with Professor Snape in a closed basement, it was still late at night, it was dark outside, and there was no one around...

It's scary to think about it!

...

The first week of school is finally over and Halle is excited to have a weekend of sleeping in.

But she didn't get her way.

Wake up! Harry! Early in the morning, Harry heard a voice ringing in his ear, and a hand patting himself.

Sister Angelina?

Harry's shoulders were half exposed, and he slowly got up, still biting the strap of his pajamas, Angelina was stunned.

Sister Angelina, what's the matter? Harry sat on the bed like a duck, rubbed his eyes, and asked softly as if he had woken up.

Wood said let's go to training... It's okay, you continue to sleep! I'll help you suppress him! Angelina said righteously.

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(Thanks to Nine-Tailed Yanhu for the reward!)