The Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts is always up for business

The Christmas holiday finally passed, and after another veil of magic was lifted, Aini's vision broadened again, which also made him busier.

Fortunately, the little assistants helped him share a lot of work. Although it is necessary to spare extra time to tutor the assistants, it is certainly worth paying a point to save ten minutes of time, not to mention that this move can make him gain more Lots of high quality wool.

In any case, I, Aini, won't lose money.Just very proud.

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The days of Hogwarts are peaceful and peaceful, only Professor Quirrell is in deep and hot water.

To his and Dumbledore's surprise, Quirrell who returned to Hogwarts was weaker, but he didn't seem to have changed much. For this reason, they indulged the children's teasing of Quirrell, which also made us The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is a little apprehensive of his own classroom.

But after many trials, the two found that he hadn't transformed himself into some weird things. In addition, some troublemakers among the students became more and more unscrupulous, which made it impossible for Dumbledore to continue to turn a blind eye.

This also made the twins, who had had enough of the addiction to Snowball Chilo at Christmas, but escaped under the cover of Aini, start their closed life, which was late but arrived.

Equally fulfilling was Harry, who was now obsessed with Potions in order to learn about his mother.

That's why it's hard to be serious about everything, and Harry, who consciously started working hard, made good progress, and even Snape couldn't easily pick out his mistakes.

"Potter, why don't you let stupid Weasley cut up the bat liver, doesn't it make you feel superior to be friends with a pig? 5 points from Gryffindor."

"Weasley, did you grow your hands to applaud Potter? Or do you think you're in a pair just to have someone watching? 10 points deducted from Gryffindor."

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Half a month after the above scene, Ron, who couldn't stand it anymore, asked Hermione to partner with Harry, so that not only would it be more difficult for Snape to find out their mistakes, but he would no longer receive the attention of the old bat.

The plan was executed perfectly, and the Potions professor didn't say anything about their change of partner. In fact, the students formed groups freely.

Moreover, after Harry's partner was changed to Hermione, the two did not make mistakes, and Snape could no longer find an excuse to fire at Harry.

Ron even sat in the back row furthest from Harry.

Then he was in a tragedy. Although Neville was able to perfectly cooperate with Hermione to prepare the potion, he couldn't hold Ron at all, and the two rode the dust on the road to being sprayed.

"I'm really fed up, why is Potions a compulsory course?" Ron yelled dissatisfiedly after a distance from the potions classroom. He was almost sprayed into an autistic child by Snape.

"Sorry, Ron." Harry felt a little guilty, and his friend was obviously drawn by him.

"Come on, Harry. It's not your fault at all. Snape doesn't like Gryffindor." Ron knew that Harry was the reason for being sprayed, but it couldn't be because his friend became outstanding. The mean professor no longer taunted him, but blamed Harry for such a weird reason for spilling the poison on himself.

People grow up, and Ron felt that if he could say that, he must have a troll in his head.

Hearing Ron's answer, Harry felt even more guilty. How could he help him?Maybe ask Ernie.

"Oh, by the way, Ernie said Snape, wait, let me think about it." Harry put his hands on Ron's shoulders, and walked forward with the flow.

He thought that Ernie had told him that Snape and his mother were good friends, and that his harshness towards him was nothing more than hating iron.

Now that my grades have improved a lot, and I have never made a mistake in a few classes, maybe I can try to get along with Snape, uh, Professor Snape, so that Ron should not have to cover for himself.

Doing what he thought, Harry threw off Ron and ran back, feeling guilty that he had to do something immediately.

Snape also left the Potions classroom at this time, and it was time to go to the auditorium for 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, and Snape seemed to be leading the snakes on a march.

After hesitating for a moment, Harry walked up to the leader of the snake yard.

"Oh, look who this is?" Snape exclaimed in a pompous tone, "We're starting to be genius saviors, and I hope you can have a valid reason and tell me why you got in the way."

Squeezing a smile on his face, Harry tentatively said, "I can improve my 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 was half-turning, pointing at Harry to say something, but still laughing, even though his voice was starting to distort.

The little snakes in the back took a step back, is the dean alright?It was hard to imagine that this greasy face, whose corners of the mouth had been down since entering school, would smile so flamboyantly.

"Come and see, this mighty Jen... Harry Potter." After speaking to the little snakes, Snape turned his face to Harry, who was starting to feel bad.

"Potter, I wish you could see yourself now, are you showing me favor? Unfortunately, this flattering smile looks ugly like shit, you know, shit." Snape's tone became angry, "Your face is no match for those eyes."

The venom accumulated for Harry in the past month spewed out, Snape exhaled happily, how annoying to look at, this ugly face unique to the Potter family that seemed to be passed down through the blood.

After venting, seeing those green eyes flashing with pain and disbelief, a trace of regret rose in his heart, and then Snape, who felt that he had lost his composure, pushed Harry away and quickly disappeared behind the corner.

With his shoulders against the wall, his face pale, he felt like he had just made the worst decision of his life.

He seemed to hear the little snakes laughing, but the voice was very vague, and everything in front of him seemed real and unreal. He only felt a figure passing by him, gesticulating and pointing.

Surrounded by noisy noises, he only felt that this was a dream, and he desperately longed for it to be a dream.

He wanted to close his eyes, looking forward to waking up and lying on the bed in the dormitory, and found that everything just now was a dream...

"Phew!" Harry sat up suddenly from the bed, gasping for breath.Holding the quilt under her body, she felt a lot more relaxed.

It turned out that it was really just a nightmare.

"Harry, you're awake, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thank you, Hermione." After waking up, Harry was still a little dazed, just about to stretch, when he heard the greeting from the little witch who was both happy and worried, he froze on the bed.

Hermione, why did she appear in the boys' dormitory!

The ominous premonition in his heart became stronger, and Harry turned his head stiffly. Hermione was standing aside with a water glass, behind him was a white curtain.

With just a casual glance, Harry confirmed where he was.

He was too familiar with this place, he would come here every time he was injured during Quidditch training, and he would never admit his mistake, not to mention Madam Pomfrey raised the curtain and walked in afterwards.

"Harry, what happened, why did you suddenly faint?" Hermione was a little annoyed, even though there were two insiders sitting outside.

But the red-haired one would just grab his own red hair and sigh, and punch 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 if she would go crazy seeing her friend fainted, okay?

Harry opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer. Did he tell Hermione that he was stunned by Snape?Or did you run over by yourself?

He regretted sitting on the bed. If there was a floor underneath, he would be able to dig out a set of graves with his toes and completely bury himself.

"Get out, Miss Granger, I'm going to check Mr. Potter, please keep quiet outside." Madam Pomfrey warned, obviously someone had already made a lot of noise just now.

Hermione, who was kicked out, simply ran out with one hand, dragging the two who looked like goalkeepers.

Closing the door of the school infirmary behind her back, Hermione let go of Ron, who was already 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 to his chest, and then moved her target to Ron.

"You, Ron, and Harry." Hermione felt that her clever little head, which she always boasted of, was not enough, and she couldn't understand the current situation at all.

The clothes of the two were a little messy, and there were bruises on their faces, obviously a conflict broke out before.

Hermione didn't want to know how Ron survived Malfoy and his two big squires without Harry's help, she just wanted to know how Harry had suddenly passed out.

The two of them were in the same room just now but they didn't have a big 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 might be brainwashed.

"Malfoy, what the hell is going on." Hermione asked again, a terrible idea popping up in her mind.

Could it be that Snape had blatantly started to attack Harry?

Had what they had been dreading since the Quidditch match finally happened?

But this is not magical at all, there are many professors in the castle, and Dumbledore, how could he, how dare he!

"Granger, I don't think Potter wants to make this known to everyone." Malfoy said slowly, and silently added in his heart, even though maybe apart from you, in Hogwarts Everyone already knows.

After speaking, Malfoy pursed his lips uncomfortably, he received a heavy punch from Ron there, and there was a dull pain while speaking, this damn red-haired barbarian!

Malfoy glanced at Ron with disdain, his face full of disdain.But he felt a little sour in his heart. He really wanted this kind of friend who could rush forward when something happened.

He's just spoiled, not stupid, and although Crabbe and Goyle follow his lead, their friendship is mixed with too many other things.

In this regard, he who is currently only enjoying the shadow of his family is unable to change...