Became good friends with the Boy Who Lived

Today is Friday. Before he knew it, Aries has been living in Hogwarts Castle for almost a week. This morning, Aries, Harry and Ron came to the restaurant smoothly from the dormitory.

Harry, who was eating oatmeal, suddenly asked, "What classes do we have today?"

Ron casually glanced at the schedule and replied, "I have two Potions classes in the morning, with the Slytherins..." Before he could finish his words, all kinds of owls flew in from the high windows.

Eric was among them. As a raven, he stood out among the owls, and many students who were having dinner cast curious glances at him.

Eric often came to visit Aris. Since Eric didn't like living in the Owl Shed at Hogwarts and preferred to adventure in the Forbidden Forest, Aris went to the library to learn a magic contract with a pet.

When Aeris successfully performed the spell on himself and Eric, Aeris and his raven developed a wonderful telepathy. As long as Aeris called out in his heart, no matter how far apart they were, even thousands of miles away, Eric would know and return to Aeris as quickly as possible. Correspondingly, when Eric was in danger and needed help, Aeris would also be able to sense it.

Eric pecked at some chicken, bacon and ham without any hesitation. Eris tied the letter he had written last night to Eric's leg and hung a small gift bag around his neck. In the small gift bag were beautiful stones that Eris had carefully picked from the shallows of the Black Lake (the large lake that freshmen rowed across by boat when they entered school) in his spare time. He strung those stones into necklaces and bracelets, and cast some clever blessing magic on them. He wanted to give these as small gifts to Ariana, his father and his mother.

"Go and tell my family that I'm fine, Eric!" said Aeris, touching Eric's beak.

Eric nodded humanely, drank some of the oatmeal from Aeris's bowl, and flew away with his wings flapping.

Harry's Hedwig also brought Harry a note. The scribbled handwriting on the note made it difficult for Eric to decipher. By the way: Eric seemed to hate owls, but he became good friends with Hedwig.

The content of Harry's note seemed to be that Hagrid invited Harry to his residence on the edge of the hunting ground for afternoon tea in the afternoon. Harry hurriedly wrote a reply and asked Hedwig to send it to Hagrid.

The Potions classroom was in the basement. It was dark and cold. In the cabinets at the back of the classroom were various specimens that made one feel chilled at first glance.

The sinister aura emanating from Professor Snape of the Potions class, like the serious temperament of Professor McGonagall, made it easy for him to maintain order in the classroom.

Because this was the first Potions class for freshmen, Professor Snape took out the roster slowly and began to call the roll. When he called Aris's name, an ambiguous look appeared in his eyes. When he called Harry's name, a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Harry Potter~this name is so famous and well-known!" There was obvious sarcasm in Professor Snape's tone.

After taking the roll, Professor Snape threw the roster on the desk. He said in a cold voice, "In my class, you don't have to wave your wands or chant spells foolishly. I don't expect you to fully understand the sophisticated magic of potion making, because this is something that only a few smart people among you can experience."

Hermione sat upright in class, trying to tell Professor Snape that she was one of the few smart people, but Professor Snape didn't even look at her. Only when he looked at Draco did Professor Snape's gloomy eyes soften.

Professor Snape continued, "I will teach you how to refine reputation, brew glory, and even ~ prevent death..."

Professor Snape seemed to have thought of something, and he suddenly shouted: "Mr. Potter!"

Harry was startled and was a little overwhelmed when he saw Professor Snape walking towards him. Professor Snape stood not far from Harry and said condescendingly: "Please stand up while I ask questions."

Aeris felt that Professor Snape was not looking at Harry at all. He was only looking at Harry's emerald green eyes. Harry stood up and still looked at Professor Snape at a loss. Professor Snape said faintly:

"What magical results would occur if I added powdered narcissus bulbs to an infusion of wormwood?"

Edwards held his forehead helplessly. He saw that Harry was not only at a loss, but also very confused. Hermione beside Edwards was very active. She raised her arm and seemed to want to show off in front of this strict professor.

Professor Snape still stared into Harry's eyes and ignored Hermione. He said, "Don't know? Then let's change the question. If I ask you for a bezoar, where would you find it for me?"

Harry seemed to have given up completely. He shook his head, and Hermione's arms were still raised high.

Professor Snape asked again: "What is the difference between Aconite and Aconite Grass?"

Harry still shook his head and whispered, "I don't know, Professor! But~it's obvious that Hermione knows, why don't you ask her..."

Aris rolled his eyes and said inwardly, "You are so silly and cute, Mr. Potter. Professor Snape almost wrote "I am targeting you" on his face. Isn't your directness going to implicate Hermione?"

Just as Aries was complaining in his heart, Professor Snape said, "Put your hands down, Miss Know-it-all." Although his tone was a little sarcastic, he did not blame Aries, which made Aries breathe a sigh of relief.

Then Professor Snape said, "If you talk back to the professor in class, Mr. Potter, Gryffindor will deduct five points! So fame cannot bring knowledge to a person, am I right, Mr. Potter?"