Hogwarts time travel

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron pulled Loya out of bed and went to have breakfast. Perhaps their biggest gain this week was that they were familiar with the way from the lounge to the auditorium, and they didn't need to go to class hungry.

During the meal, Hermione took the initiative to fill a bowl full of oatmeal for Roja. She also wanted to add some sugar to it, but Loya refused. He didn't want to eat so much sugar in the morning.

Watching the interaction between Hermione and Roja, Ron approached Harry suspiciously, "Don't you think Roja and Hermione got too close recently?"

"Is there?" Harry looked at Ron suspiciously, motioning for him to bring some candy, "Don't they often go to the library together?"

"No..." Ron couldn't tell for a while, but could only wink at Harry.

"You don't mean..." Harry was taken aback, then looked at him in surprise.

"It's very possible." Ron nodded gossipingly, showing a puzzled look: "How can Loya see such a bookworm?"

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry frowned, probably because of Loya's face, Hermione helped them a lot in their studies, and they all borrowed from Hermione for their homework.

"Okay, okay, I still don't think Hermione deserves to go to Loya."

Ron handed the candy to Harry resentfully, and started eating it sullenly.

These conversations were naturally heard by Loya's hearing, and he gave Ron a weird look. This kid couldn't be more excited and interested in Hermione, right?

Although he pretended to be a grievance for himself, he was actually worrying about his own emotional affairs?

Roya shook his head and laughed, Ron and the others were still children, what feelings could they have about feelings, even now, he and Hermione are friends who play together, it is impossible for him to have any thoughts about a little loli, for her It’s okay to be smart, but it’s a crime to have wrong thoughts.

Neville opened the class schedule on the side, Loya looked at it and immediately asked him what class he had today.

"Two Potions lessons with Slytherin."

"It's over." Ron's face changed, "Snape, the potions professor, is the head of Slytherin, so he will definitely favor Slytherin."

Harry remembered what the Weasley brothers had said, and couldn't help feeling a little worried.

"No way." Hermione disagreed, "He's the dean, he won't favor anyone, just like Professor McGonagall."

"Not everyone belongs to Professor McGonagall." Ron replied casually, when hundreds of owls suddenly flew into the windows of the auditorium, hovering in the sky and raining feathers.

Luo Ya skillfully blocked the bowl of cereal with a book, and God knows what would float in.

Others also learned to protect their food, waiting for the arrival of the letter.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

Envelopes, large and small, were thrown onto the dining table by the group of owls, and some packages smashed the dinner plate, making a mess.

Luo Ya's scalp felt numb when he saw it. Although it was not the first time he saw it, he felt shocking every time he saw it.

What's wrong with your magic world, why don't you set up a courier station?Could it be that he was training this group of owls and then retired to become a grenadier?

Harry had also had his first letter of the term, from Hagrid, inviting him to the cottage for a while.

Harry replied excitedly, and watched Hedwig fly out of the auditorium.

……

The Potions class was held in a dark and damp classroom on the ground floor. The trance lights on the wall reflected the various drug testing materials placed on the wall. The whole environment was weird and gloomy, which made people feel afraid when they saw it.

A group of young wizards tremblingly found their seats, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Potions teacher.

"boom--"

The door of the Potions classroom opened, and a black figure blew into the classroom like a gust of wind. Then the door slammed shut again, and a man with an indifferent expression appeared on the podium.

This appearance shocked everyone, and the students of Gryffindor and Slytherin stared at him blankly.

Snape began to roll the roll without saying a word, pausing as expected when he read Harry's name.

"Harry Potter, this is our newcomer - a famous big shot."

Harry shivered for no reason.

After calling the names, Snape glanced around with cold, empty eyes, paused on Harry, and said slowly, "You are here to learn the precise subject of potion preparation."

"In my class, there's no such silly wand waving that someone would think it wasn't magic."

"And I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of the chaos in the crucible and the fragrance. I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew honor, and even prevent death."

Loya keenly noticed that when he said "prevent death", there was an undetectable pain in Snape's cold eyes that remained unchanged all year round.

"But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid fools I often meet."

After finishing the opening remarks that he might have to say to every new class of freshmen, Snape's eyes accurately found Harry in the crowd.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermione wanted to raise her hand, but was held back by Loya. It was inevitable for Snape to embarrass Harry. What are you meddling with?

"Uh..." Harry tried to recall, he remembered when Loya had told him.

"It should be the water of life and death, sir."

"Yes, Mr. Potter, but your attitude is not firm enough. Do you have to guess when preparing potions?"

Snape's eyes were cold, maybe it was an illusion, Harry seemed to see an emotion called grief in it.

grief?

"So, tell me, what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolf-shaped aconitum?"

"They're both aconites, sir, there's no difference."

"Why, do you think you are very smart? They have different shapes, don't you know how to see with your eyes?"

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched. He really didn't understand why the professor targeted him so much. His answer was obviously correct.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?" Snape continued to ask persistently.

"I think I'll go to the store to look for it." Harry said coldly, of course he knew the answer, and Loya was about to feed the answer to his mouth, but Harry also had a temper, knowing that no matter what he said, he would Being targeted, why not give him a quick meal?

A few students laughed out loud, but were instantly suppressed by Snape's angry eyes.

"Do you think you're funny, Potter?"

"No, sir, I don't think there's anything wrong with what I said."

Harry's neck twitched, and he responded coldly.

Snape's face was a little stiff, but he didn't continue to ask, but deducted five points from Gryffindor with a cold face, on the grounds of disturbing the classroom order.

"The fecal stones are found in the stomach of the sheep. Why don't you write down these things?"

Harry, who was sitting down, took out a quill to scribble notes, and Ron, who was beside him, quietly stretched out his head and gave him a thumbs up in admiration.

"That's awesome, man, I bet George and Fred wouldn't dare talk to Snape like that."

Harry looked calm, but his palms were full of sweat. He didn't think he would be so tough, but fortunately, the result was good. Snape was speechless by him, so he could only deduct points. , as far as Harry was concerned, he had already won.

Potions class continued, Snape seemed to be stimulated by Harry, frantically looking for Gryffindors, deducting a lot of points in a row.

Malfoy, who was sitting next door, was a little puffed up, sneering while Snape let them practice.

Harry ignored him completely, trying to make sure he didn't make a mistake and get caught by Snape.

A burst of thick green smoke suddenly came out of the basement, and there was a hissing sound of metal corrosion. It turned out that Neville had burned Seamo's cauldron into a ball, and the potion was all sprinkled on the ground. The shoes of the nearby students were corroded by the potion. They all screamed and jumped onto the table. Neville stood in the front line, covered in potions all over his body, and a bunch of red and swollen boils grew on his arms and legs, making him scream in pain.

Loya has been paying attention to them for a long time, but he specially dragged Hermione to sit a little farther away from the high-risk area of ​​Harry. Facing all this, he can only sigh in dismay. Neville is too fast, Luo Ya I didn't even get my wand out.

But it's also fortunate that the blaster, Seamo, was not allowed to take action, otherwise it would have been a sulfuric acid bomb.

Snape, who was furious, waved his wand to wipe away the corrosive unknown liquid on the ground, ordered people to send Neville to the school hospital, and then stared at the Harry Ron duo beside him.

"Potter, why didn't you remind Mr. Longbottom? You thought he made a mistake and showed you? Gryffindor deducted another point for you."

Harry had a calm face, he had quickly gotten used to Snape looking for trouble, and the little Gryffindors also looked calm, obviously they were numb because of this lesson.

Potions class ended in an hour, and a group of little Gryffindors chatted together after leaving the classroom. Obviously, the story of Harry Potter's anger at Snape was going to become famous in Hogwarts.