[Comprehensive] The Little Yellow Flower of Snape's House

"Hermione Granger - Gryffindor!"

As soon as the brown Sorting Hat finished speaking, the table belonging to Gryffindor burst into strong applause, and little Hermione walked towards the cheering people at that table a little shyly.

Finch saw Snape among the row of professors sitting behind the Sorting Hat, staring at little Harry with his brow furrowed and his lips pursed.

"Finch Bright!" Professor McGonagall called Finch's name, and Finch subconsciously looked in Snape's direction.

Snape seemed to notice him only at this time, and nodded coldly at him slightly.

The Sorting Hat twitched uneasily on Finch's head, and kept saying words that only Finch and Professor McGonagall, who was closer, could hear: "Oh - let's see, hardworking, hardworking and smart - What, do you really want to go to Slytherin? It might not be the right place for you...Okay, okay, really don't think about it anymore...Okay, then - Slytherin!"

The students belonging to the Slytherin house applauded, and Finch sat next to a blond boy.

"Hey, my name is Draco Malfoy, what's your name?"

"Finch Bright, nice to meet you."

"Brett?! There is still someone alive in that ghost family?" Malfoy was astonished as if he knew something.

"...do you know what?" Finch wondered why the Brett family was called the ghost family.

"Ah... no, I'm sorry." Malfoy seemed reluctant to say more, at this moment, "Gryffindor!" spread throughout the hall, and Gryffindor College ushered in the legendary savior—ha Leigh Potter!

"...Damn it!" Malfoy lost the desire to speak, his whole body exuded low pressure, "Harry Potter should belong to Slytherin!"

"……why?"

"My father told me. The person who is predicted to defeat the You-Know-Who must belong to Slytherin." Draco Malfoy thought of the scene where everyone was rejected by Harry Potter when they formed a team at the gate, and he felt even more impatient.Choosing a Mudblood over himself, a Gryffindor over a Slytherin... Absurd!

The students of Gryffindor College were very happy, until Principal Dumbledore started to speak, waved his wand, and chanted a spell that was not very clear in ordinary life-meat!

Chicken legs, buns, drinks, and various desserts appeared on the plates in front of Finch and the others, and Finch's eyes were almost green.

"Meat!" Teacher Xiaohua saw the chicken legs on the desktop, and she was a little excited. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhas.

Teacher Xiaohua's habits are not like a sunflower. She doesn't taboo on food, basically eats anything, and her digestion ability is amazing, just like the legendary piranha or flytrap.

Teacher Xiaohua quietly hid in Finch's chest pocket, devouring the chicken legs that Finch put on the plate on his chest.

The teachers sitting on the seats above the steps felt very happy to see the students eating so happily. Snape took his eyes away from Potter, and noticed Finch who was eating hazel and the same hungry Thirsty little flower teacher.

Fantastic boy.Fantastic plants.It's fascinating.It's just that he has more important things to do now.

This matter was probably more important than his love of Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Snape remembered his previous conversation with Dumbledore.

"How do you make me believe you? How long will you love her?"

"Always."

That legendary boy has the same eyes as Lily, but looks like the disgusting Potter. Just looking at it from a distance, you can see ignorance and arrogance, hum.

Finch just felt that everything was so incredible.

He never thought that Hogwarts was real, let alone that one day he would be able to sit in the banquet and eat and study with these immature little wizards.The candles floating up and down on the ceiling seem to be able to make a tinkling sound just by touching them.

He knows the plot, but he can't change the plot, because Harry Potter is incomplete without any training.His experience has inspired his courage and leadership, and now, Finch can't do anything other than spoilers.

The main line of the story revolves around Harry Potter, but Finch has his own tasks and life, and he finally came here once, but he doesn't want to go in vain.

Oh—by the way, there is also the resurrection stone that Antes gave him, and he needs to return it to Professor Dumbledore.

The ghosts during the banquet kept walking back and forth between the table and the ground, and occasionally students were admitted, and those students felt as if a gust of wind was blowing, and their bones began to shrink.

The ghosts greeted the students happily, and Nearly Headless Nick explained why he couldn't join the Headless Horseman Club in a wicked way. The bloody Barrow floated opposite Malfoy expressionlessly, covered in blood. Looks much scarier than the other ghosts, except of course when Nick snaps his head off the side.

"My parents were wizards," Malfoy said. "This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle."

Finch nodded politely to them, and continued to fight for the delicious food on the table.His jacket pocket was also somewhat oily, and Teacher Xiaohua rested in it after eating.

Finch was the happiest when singing the school song, and everyone sang along to their own tune.Even Teacher Xiaohua came out and yelled a few words.

Come with joy, and return with joy.Students should follow the prefect to know the way to the common room and dormitory.

Just like what appeared in the movie, through the corridor of the hall and up the marble steps, students can follow the prefect up the moving stairs. "Guys remember the way back to the dormitory, because the stairs here are -- oh let's be honest, very naughty."

There are many portraits hanging around the stairs, and different characters are watching the freshmen curiously.

"Slytherin always seems to be considered bad." Harry had clearly seen him at the dinner table before, but pretended not to see him because of the warnings from the seniors and sisters around him. What kind of students in Slytherin house are they? The presence?

Finch poked Malfoy, who was distracted, and Crabbe and Goyle followed them.

"If you really belong here, you should know that it's not bad." Malfoy was a little annoyed, and said very seriously, "Look at those mudbloods, they never care about etiquette when getting along with others, and even disdain etiquette. They don't understand the greatness of ambition, and they don't understand the value of their own power. Every wizard is valuable, and they should use their power correctly."

"... Did you come up with this?" Regardless of whether it is correct or not, it is very valuable for an 11-year-old child to have such a point of view and be able to express his own ideas.

"My mother and my father - you know, they talk a lot about wizards and Muggles. But I agree with my father's point of view - Harry Potter, should be friends with people who are more suitable for him, not Should be friends with the poor Weasleys."

"I think to make friends, you only need to feel comfortable with yourself and the other party." Finch was amused by Malfoy's words, "I'm still a child now, don't worry about it so much."

"Aren't you just a kid too?"

"Haha yes."

After arriving at the dormitory, Finch found that all his luggage had been neatly placed beside the bed.

"When do classes start?"

"It should be after the course selection. We still have a few days to visit Hogwarts."

"That's really—that's great!" Finch's voice jumped up, "But I have some things to do tomorrow, so I might not be able to be with you."

"It's nothing."

The beds in the dormitory are different from Finch's previous beds. Finch used to have a hard bed at school, but here is a soft bed with a mattress. For some reason, the quilt still feels warm.

Finch took Teacher Xiao Hua out of his pocket, and the originally energetic Teacher Xiao Hua was a little sluggish.

"Put me in the flowerpot." Teacher Xiaohua felt as if she had eaten too many big chicken legs, and she felt a little full and a little tired.

Finch prepared a small flowerpot for Teacher Xiaohua. Although Teacher Xiaohua looks similar to an elf now, she doesn't have the powerful strength of an elf, and can only act by herself.After everything was done, Finch said softly, "Good night."

Teacher Xiao Hua had already fallen asleep, but Malfoy, who was facing the bed, also quietly responded: "Good night."

"Good night." Finch responded and fell asleep.

Harry in Gryffindor stayed up late, thinking of the sudden dull pain in his scar and the miraculous experiences that happened today, he felt like he was in a dream.

so good.

so good.

The author has something to say:

Tell everyone a cold knowledge hee hee hee:

Harry and Finch enrolled in 1991, when Professor Snape was only 31 years old.

Professor Snape (old face): Dark magic has hollowed out my body.