HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Buckbeak circled in the air, gradually rising higher, and the scenery of Hogwarts spread out below them.

Draco shouted excitedly: "Look, sister, the whole Hogwarts is at our feet!"

His voice floated in the wind, carrying the enthusiasm and excitement unique to a teenager.

Segnus smiled slightly, gently pulled the corner of Draco's clothes, and reminded:

"Draco, please pay attention to etiquette. We are members of the Malfoy family. We must not lose our composure even in the air."

Although her voice was soft, it was clearly heard by Draco in the wind.

Draco turned around, his serious eyes looked unusually firm in the sunlight, and he said to Cygnus:

"I will always be with you, sister, just like today. As long as it's you, no matter when or where, I will accompany you without any reason."

Segnus' heart was suddenly touched.

She looked at Draco's determined eyes and felt a warm feeling in her heart.

Perhaps, if she didn't become the Dark Lord, it would be nice to be the eldest daughter of the Malfoy family.

Family honor, affection and friendship, these are what she longs for.

However, she quickly gave up this idea.

She knew that she was born to be at the top of power.

After a smooth flight, Buckbeak drew a graceful arc in the air and finally circled back to Hagrid.

Harry stood aside, watching the scene intently, his face full of envy and anticipation.

Cygnus and Draco jumped off Buckbeak's back and landed steadily on the grass of Hogwarts. Their appearance immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding students, and everyone cast envious eyes. Hagrid came over, patted their shoulders with his rough hands, and praised: "Well done, you two! Buckbeak was very obedient today, and you flew very well!"

Cygnus nodded slightly, keeping her posture elegant, while Draco smiled proudly.

They walked past Hagrid and returned to the students.

At this moment, Harry couldn't wait to step forward, his eyes shining, looking at Buckbeak expectantly.

"It's your turn, Harry."

Hagrid encouraged.

Harry nodded excitedly and carefully sat on Buckbeak's back.

His hands clenched Buckbeak's feathers, feeling the strong beating of his heart.

At Hagrid's command, Buckbeak flapped his wings and flew high.

Harry felt the whistling of the wind in the air, and at that moment, he forgot all his worries.

On the ground, the students gathered around Draco and Cygnus, curiously asking them how it felt to fly on a Hippogriff.

Draco proudly described the thrill of flying, while Cygnus maintained an elegant smile and answered her classmates' questions in a soft voice.

Harry flew back, his eyes full of excitement and pride.

Hagrid encouraged loudly: "Did you see it? Did you all see it? Harry flew very well! Now, it's your turn to try this magical experience!"

The students gathered around, and Hagrid helped them ride on Buckbeak's back one by one, instructing them how to hold on to the feathers and how to keep balance while flying.

The Protection of Magical Creatures class ended with laughter and joy, and the students were still immersed in the wonderful flying experience.

Hagrid looked at everyone with satisfaction and reminded:

"Okay, students, the next class is Potions, and Professor Snape doesn't like people being late."

When they heard Professor Snape's name, the students immediately stopped smiling and nervously sorted their clothes.

Segnus smiled softly, turned around and led everyone towards the Potions classroom.

When Cygnus led the students into the Potions classroom, Professor Snape was already waiting in front of the podium.

His eyes swept over the students, and when he saw Senseis, Professor Snape nodded slightly, with a rare smile on his face.

However, when his eyes fell on Harry, his expression instantly turned gloomy and the corners of his mouth drooped, as if he saw something that made him extremely dissatisfied.

His lips twisted slightly, with his usual sarcasm:

"Potter, are you a troll that just escaped from the Forbidden Forest? Look at your robes, it looks like they have been worn by a dozen goblins in turn."

His voice echoed in the classroom, causing other students to snicker.

Harry looked down at himself in embarrassment; his robes were indeed wrinkled after flying through the air.

He quickly pulled at the corner of his clothes, trying to make it look more presentable, but to little avail.

His face turned red, like a child who was caught doing something wrong.

Draco and Sensei exchanged glances. Although they did not belong to the same camp as Harry, they felt sympathy for Harry at this moment.

Draco couldn't help but mutter:

"What does it matter? Who can stay so neat after flying?"

Professor Snape seemed to have heard this. He glanced at Draco sharply, and the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense.

"Malfoy, if you want to become like Potter, I can help you."

He said coldly, "Now, sit down, you are not here for a fashion show."

The students immediately stopped smiling and returned to their seats.

Harry also quickly found a seat in a corner and sat down, trying his best to make himself less conspicuous.

Professor Snape began to distribute today's potion ingredients. The only sounds in the classroom were his cold instructions and the students' cautious movements.

In class, Professor Snape kept his eyes fixed on Harry, as if he was specifically picking on his mistakes.

"Potter, your slices are too thick. Are you trying to make poison?"

Harry quickly lowered his head and carefully adjusted the thickness of the blade.

"Also, Potter, you are stirring too slowly. This won't allow the potion to fully blend."

Harry's arms suddenly sped up, and sweat dripped down his forehead from nervousness.

Segnus sat aside, watching the scene with a slight smile.

She knew that despite Professor Snape's constant criticism, Harry's potion-making skills were indeed improving.

Every time Harry's mistakes were pointed out, he would correct them seriously. His eyes became more and more determined, and his movements became more and more skillful.

Professor Snape walked over to Harry and examined the potion in his hand critically.

"Potter, you are controlling the heat too much. This will ruin the potion's effectiveness."

Harry quickly adjusted the flame, carefully controlling the temperature of the potion.

Cygnus sat in her seat, her eyes occasionally glancing at Harry and Professor Snape.

She noticed a detail that every time Professor Snape criticized Harry, he always looked into his green eyes.

Those eyes looked very much like Harry's mother, Lily Potter.

In class, Professor Snape continued to criticize Harry's every move.

Harry pursed his lips tightly together, concentrating on controlling the flame, his hands moving quickly between the bottles, stirring each time carefully.

"Potter, your potion is not dark enough. Add a little more spider stomach fluid."

Professor Snape said coldly, still staring into Harry's green eyes.

Harry did as he was told, his hands shaking slightly but without hesitation.

Finally, the bell rang and Professor Snape announced:

"That's all for today's Potions class, Potter. Leave your potions here and I'll check them tomorrow."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, carefully placed his potion on the podium, and left the classroom.

Seeing this scene, Segnus smiled.

Is this what they call, I look at the one I love through your eyes?