HP Alternative Conquest

At night, the senior Slytherins looked at Bazel, who was looking up information. Baker looked at Corey, motioning for him to go over and ask. Corey turned around and hugged Bazel, shaking his head. He didn't want it.

"Bazel?" Sharp, who was in the second grade, was pushed over and looked at Bazel, who was a little taller than him, "What are you looking for?"

Alger appeared again, carrying a stack of books that owls would definitely strike under his paws, and placed it next to Bazel.

"I'm just choosing extra-curricular textbooks for the first grade." Bazel raised his head from the book and looked at the three stacks of books that were one person high beside him, "I asked the dean that two bookshelves can be added to the lounge. "

"I don't think you just want to add two bookshelves?" Sharpe felt relieved when he saw Bazel with a serious face and could speak. "There are many books around you that are not required for the first grade, even including - Muggle books."

"Those are to help everyone write papers." Bazel looked at the standard biographies of celebrities, including the leaders of various parties—well, autobiography, and explained solemnly. "There are also those speeches. Speaking skills are very important skills, so they should be cultivated from an early age."

In fact, Bazel is not a very talkative person. He spent almost half of his life in the laboratory in order to create higher interests. Occasionally, he went out to give lectures that were highly academic and professional lectures. When the president came to see him, he didn't even know that there was a replacement, and he changed twice.But after time travelling, he finds that the president has become, uh—who is it?Hmm - he didn't care too much.Bazel looked at the autobiography with the most beautiful cover, and he knew it.

And now his place and purpose required him, or the person who required him, to master the art of speaking.Bazel thought he couldn't do it, so he applied for a reading corner with Dean Snape a week ago - of course the reason was to recite spells and potions knowledge.It's just that the new professor took office today, and in the evening he and his father agreed to deliver the books.

"Bazel, are you sure?" Sharp picked up a book and looked at the madam with a slight smile on it but did not hide her strong aura. Although he came from a wizard family, it didn't mean he didn't know who the Iron Lady was. "How did these books get in here?"

"Alger is the best porter." Bazel took a piece of jerky from the box next to him and fed it to Alger on his shoulder, and then said, "You've been staring at me for a long time, just for this?"

Seeing those who nodded, Bazel gave them the few books beside him, "Nong, what I said is not as good as what is written in the book."

In the early morning of the next day, Slytherin woke up and watched the seven chiefs and one prefect studying in various postures in the common room, each holding a book, surrounded by two or three finished books, as well as biscuit plates and cocoa cups , can be smelled from the bitter taste in the air, it is more than 90% pure cocoa that refreshes the mind.

Draco looked at Bazel first, and found that there was a huge bookshelf next to Bazel. The obvious burn marks on it showed who made it, and now the bookshelf was full of books.

"Chief?" With a call, all seven people raised their heads, and Steven's neck snapped, but he also came back to his senses. "What happened?"

"Ah, it's okay, it's just a small reading session." Corey stood up, moved a bit and said, "Go and wash up, and then get ready for class."

Bazel looked at the first grade, then looked at the bookshelf that almost reached the roof, and put down a wrench next to it, and then the bookshelf slid forward in three layers, and circled around for a week.Afterwards, Bazel pulled the wrench up, and the bookshelf returned to its original state, "It's easy to operate, Alger's masterpiece, and can prevent curses."

The little snakes who had woken up looked at the chiefs who were yawning and returning to the dormitory, and couldn't accept it for a while.Several little snakes whose parents lived in the Muggle world quietly looked at the books Bazel and the others were reading, "Merlin, that's Carnegie, Thatcher, Clinton, Churchill!"

"Who?" The children of the aristocratic family turned their heads one after another. For the first time since entering school, the children of pure-blood families became the focus of everyone.

While doing science outside, Bazel saw an owl dozing outside the window of his dormitory, "What a stupid guy." Taking the arrangement of teaching assistants from the owl, Bazel scratched his head, where is the professor's office? ?

During the lunch break, Bazel looked at the afternoon class. He should thank Professor Malfoy for not letting him come after the herbal medicine class.

"Professor." Bazel found that the professor's office was easy to find, because there was Malfoy's family crest on the sign at the door.

"Please come in." Lucius' voice came, and Bazel opened the door and went in.

"Hello, Bazel." Lucius smiled, and stretched out his hand to signal Bazel to sit down.Bazel sighed after sitting down, "Unexpectedly, you will come to Hogwarts as a professor."

"It's like I never thought you would really enter Slytherin." Lucius smiled and said, "If there is no accident in life, then there is no meaning at all, isn't it?"

"Actually, I still like everything to go well." Bazel sighed slightly. He thought it would be embarrassing to meet a pen pal?Or will find it different, but they don't seem to have this problem. "If every accident in my life gave me an extra savior brother, I would choose to let the world explode."

"I don't think all accidents are so exciting." Lucius felt a little guilty, after all, the test on Sirius was a big accident.

"That really couldn't be better." Bazel sighed with half-complaint and half-seriousness, and then sat upright and said, "Do you really want me to continue to be a teaching assistant?"

Lucius blinked and looked at Bazel's purple eyes. According to legend, the third child of the Peverell family had purple eyes. He seemed to be distracted. Lucius smiled and said, "Is there any difficulty?"

"A little bit." Bazel said helplessly, "I can't follow you all the time in class, Quirrell—" Bazel saw Lucius' dodging eyes and shut up.

"You're for—that person?" Bazel raised his eyebrows, not calling him Voldemort as he used to. After all, people in the wizarding world are a little sensitive to this name, especially the one in front of him was once a high-level person.

"To be precise, it is for everyone to be able to go well at Hogwarts." Lucius nodded. Now that Bazel and the savior have been in contact, as a Slytherin, no matter whether he is a graduate or a student at school, need protection.

"Everything is going well?" Bazel looked at Lucius suspiciously, "The Ministry of Magic will be very unhappy."

"It's just that the minister will be unhappy, but don't worry about it." Lucius found that Bazel's facial expression was much more interesting than the seriousness in the words, maybe it was just like a child, after all, Bazel's words were too serious.In fact, Bazel was not a facial paralysis in his previous life. Listening to his lectures and turning off the sound, one would think that there was a comedian or a researcher on history. Bazel was serious about what was put on paper.

"That's good, but—I don't need to read your homework for you, do I?" Bazel looked at Lucius in horror.After all, he supervised the level of Slytherin's thesis, and he really couldn't guarantee it in other colleges.

"Not for the time being." Lucius clasped his hands, pursed his lips and said, "But I have another request."

"No classwork." Bazel said seriously.

"I invite you to my house at Christmas, is that okay? Your parents can also be together." Lucius smiled, it seemed that Bazel was frightened by the results of the class test yesterday morning.Actually angry.

"This is also one of the accidents." Bazel shook his head, "We are very busy at Christmas." He was telling the truth, almost only on Christmas morning when he could wake up in his own home. I don't know whose house he fell asleep in.According to his father's plan, when Bazel was 15 years old, they could choose a thief for a Christmas outing.

"Okay, so can I make an appointment for Christmas?" Lucius nodded, seemingly unsurprised.Bazel looked at him, "I really can't think of any reason why Mr. Malfoy would be interested in my family."

"Just to thank you for taking care of Draco." Lucius said seriously: "From his letter to me, it can be seen that your tutor is outstanding among Muggles."

"How about this, I hope I can have a chance before—before your fourth grade." Lucius looked at the silent Bazel, "I promised Draco that he could have a family-only Christmas before he was 15 years old. Every year since his mother died, until he was 15 years old."

"Actually——I would like to see you be honest with each other." Bazel smiled, and could never believe the simple invitations of these politicians, but he didn't want to go round and round with Lucius to refuse, he couldn't say no to the big Mal in front of him blessing.

"By the way, my father's concept is that after the age of 15, you can relax." Bazel blinked, then got up and said: "Slytherin's first grade is herbal medicine in the afternoon, I have to go back and prepare first, Professor."

The office door was closed, and Lucius revealed a double-sided mirror from under the parchment on his desk, "It turns out that I was right."

Facing the double-sided mirror, Sirius scratched his hair irritably, "You didn't mention me at all, Malfoy!"

"Does it make a difference whether you are mentioned or not?" Lucius sneered, "A guy who is too timid to invite himself. If it is useful to mention you, you will go."

"By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you that Potter will go home with Bazel this year." Lucius smiled and hung up the double-sided mirror.

On the other side, Snape looked at Sirius who was walking back and forth in the room, and said slowly, "I have a Christmas invitation from Slater."

"Take me!" Sirius rushed to Snape, looking at Snape with sky blue eyes.Snape pursed his lips, "Okay."

The next second, Sirius squatted in the corner, knowing that there was a snot, why would he ask that damned Malfoy, but——it was so embarrassing just now.

Snape looked at Sirius who had turned back into a black dog and started biting his tail. Sirius seemed to have forgotten that he was no longer a fugitive, and he didn't have to stay with this annoying Slytherin.

Two days later, Bazel, who had finished tidying up the book corner, looked at the seniors who came to pick up books consciously, silently increased the book list, and then directly expanded the bookshelf. Let go.

When reporting the results of the Book Corner, Bazel and Mr. Slater talked about Malfoy's Christmas invitation. Neither of them thought that there was anything in Slater that could attract Malfoy's attention, but just to be on the safe side, Mr. Slater Mr. Wright also asked McCoff.

"Perhaps you have overlooked a common acquaintance between you. I remember that they seem to have an enthusiastic godfather who has not yet dealt with the estate in his name and has recovered his freedom." McCoff expressed a meaning with rare patience, This little thing still comes to me! ?

Bazel secretly decided that he should observe and observe Malfoy's simple invitation in the future before talking to his father.

The Christmas holiday came as scheduled, Bazel looked at Baker who was hesitant about several Muggle books, stepped forward and poked his sleeve, "Exams are more important."

Baker took a deep breath, turned and left the bookshelf, Bazel turned his head to look at Corey who had been looking around for a while, flicked his fingers, and the few books that caught Beck's attention just now fell down, Bazel turned and left seemingly unintentionally .

On the train, Bazel was interrupted by a knock on the door and opened the compartment door, "Harry? You don't need to accompany your friends?"

"Actually——I wanted to invite you over." Harry put his hands behind his back and blinked: "Hermione and Neville are also here, and you're alone, aren't you?"

"I'm alone because I have to review." Bazel smiled and pointed to the textbooks that were brought home, "Obviously Hogwarts life is much richer than I planned, and I'm going to attend before Christmas take an exam."

Harry opened his mouth and turned around stiffly, "Sorry for the interruption."

"Wait." Bazel held Harry back, "Give me 15 minutes, and I'll go find you."

"Okay!" Harry was instantly excited. "The twins - I mean Fred and George brought the crackling cards."

"Okay." Bazel nodded, closed the door, and continued reading. Fifteen minutes later, Alger appeared. Bazel chose between repression and resignation, and took Alger to Harry's box.But the box is not as imagined - jubilation.

"What's the matter?" Bazel looked at the box with only Neville and Harry, "Where are the others?"

"Ron and Hermione had a quarrel, and then, the twins went to take Hermione to the girls' box, and educate Ron by the way." Neville looked at Harry, who looked sleepy, "Sorry, Bazel."

"It's okay," Bazel smiled, "You guys, do you want to go to my place? Maybe it can be quieter."

"Of course." Neville pulled Harry up, and Bazel looked at his younger brother in surprise. Although it was a little gloomy before, it wasn't so gloomy.

Back to Bazel's compartment, most of them are Slytherins here, so it's quieter than the previous compartment, "Did Ron say something?"

Bazel let Alger do whatever he wanted, took the book he had just put on his lap, and looked at Harry.Neville wanted to speak, but was blocked by the chocolate thrown by Bazel.

"It's nothing." Harry muttered and curled up on the seat, "I can handle it myself." Bazel nodded indifferently, "That's the best, after all, what I'm worst at is dealing with interpersonal relationships."

Neville snickered, but in retrospect, Bazel was indeed a bit withdrawn.Harry was also amused by Bazel's words. In two months, everyone knew Bazel, not because he was the savior's brother. Such a person is the least good at interpersonal relationships, which is indeed a bit ridiculous.

"Well, a gloomy face won't solve the problem." Bazel took out a set of wizard chess from the luggage. "Don't make too much noise."

Harry and Neville looked at each other, imitating Hermione's tone and said, "Okay, Senior Bazel."

Bazel was helpless and continued to read.

When the train arrived at the station, Bazel put away his books, and said to Harry, who was hesitating whether to go back, "Alger will take our luggage home, so there's no need to go back and get it."

"If my grandma knows that you use a phoenix to carry your luggage, Merlin—" Neville looked at the ceiling exaggeratedly, before being pushed out by Bazel.It was because of this kid that he was exposed last time.

When they got out of the platform, Bazel and Harry immediately saw Mr. Slater in the crowd, and Mrs. Slater who kept waving at them.

"Welcome home, my sons." Mrs. Slater hugged the two of them, and left a mark of lipstick on their foreheads.Bazel looked at the frightened Harry, smiled and pulled him into the car, "Just get used to it."

Mr. Slater drove the car himself, because the way the two appeared was unusual after all, so it is best to be careful.Mrs. Slater looked at the two teenagers sitting opposite her, and kept nodding, "It's really too similar, but Harry, you are too thin."

"I've gained five pounds, mu, Mom." Harry looked into Mrs. Slater's eyes, and the words that he thought were difficult to utter rolled on the tip of his tongue, and just came out.

"Five pounds? Still not enough." Mrs. Slater took Harry's wrist. "Bal was stronger than you are now when you were six years old."

"Mom, are you saying I'm overweight again?" Bazel's mouth twitched.Mrs. Slater shook her head seriously, "No, you're just super tall."

Harry smiled and looked at Bazel, "You are obviously twins, why are you so much taller than me?"

"Because..." Mrs. Slater happily told the story of Bazel's little stubborn head.Bazel leaned aside, covered his face with his hat, and gave up struggling.

When getting out of the car, Harry looked at Bazel tearfully, but Bazel slapped the tears back.

Because Basil still had to take the exam, leaving Harry alone to deal with Mrs. Slater's enthusiasm also allowed Harry to integrate into this new home in a short period of time, although every day seemed like a dream.

The results of the exam were sent to the Slater house the next day, and Bazel, who was sleeping, was woken up by a heavy object and looked at the excited Harry, "Dumbledore is here?"

Harry turned his head subconsciously, and then said: "It's your grades, you passed with a perfect score! But what did you test for?"

"Senior pharmacist qualification certificate." Bazel covered the quilt again, "let me sleep."

"And Alger brought you a letter, it's from Malfoy."