[Comprehensive HP] In the name of darkness

Professor McGonagall sat upright behind the podium, looked at the rare freshmen who came in without panting, and nodded.The freshmen saw Professor McGonagall stand at attention, and walked lightly to their seats.Harry sat on one side of the hallway, next to Hermione, and now the little witch was cleaning her wand nervously.

Harry stopped her under the table, "Take it easy, what if there is a fire." Hermione let go suddenly, the wand fell on her lap, and there was a kind chuckle beside her, the girl next to Hermione tapped the textbooks on the table, "Let's read the book first, my dear, you're going to kill Khalifa."

Hermione saw that Harry was rubbing his legs with grinning teeth, and said dumbfoundedly, "Sorry, Harry."

Harry shook his head: "This is an overreaction to seeing Professor McGonagall, which is normal."

"Harry!" Hermione didn't know how to react, and looked at Harry helplessly.Attracted by the movement here, Professor McGonagall turned his head and glanced at them. It was just the laughter among the children and he didn't care about it.He was just worried about Neville and Ron who were left behind for no reason.

A minute later, the Slytherins came in together, and Harry winked at the leader, Draco, which proved that the kid had won the position of the chief of the age group yesterday.Draco sat on the side of the corridor without looking sideways. After all the Slytherins came in, the whole classroom was extremely quiet.

The class bell rang, and Harry heard hurried footsteps outside.Step on the bell to come in, that's fine.Harry looked at Neville, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Harry wasn't used to wands, but after poking the match twice, it turned into a silver needle, still sharp.

"Very good Harry, it's turning golden." Professor McGonagall looked at the golden needle that appeared in front of him, "Red."

Red needle, "turn back to a green match."

Harry blinked, Matcha. "Five points for Gryffindor." Harry pursed his lips, and Professor McGonagall had left.

"Haha, hahaha." Hermione looked at Harry, the wand poked the match, and the match turned into a slightly pointed wooden stick.

"Concentrate, concentrate!" Harry was helpless. Is Professor McGonagall entertaining him in exchange for popular support?

"Everyone writes a paper on the introduction to transfiguration after class, five inches." Professor McGonagall tidied up the teaching aids, "except Mr. Potter."

Harry looked around, well, he didn't want to eat him, but after they knew the concept of five inches, it might be difficult.

In the spell class, Felicity asked Harry to dance with two feathers, exempting him from homework.

In herbal medicine class, Harry exchanged two whole pods for the benefit of exempting homework.

Potions class, Harry and Neville as a group, got homework for a foot paper in the case of a perfect assignment.

"Professor? One foot?" Harry looked at the potion he had produced, and Voldemort couldn't even say it was bad.Snape looked at Harry, "A foot and—"

"A foot is fine! I like writing papers best." Harry stopped Snape, he didn't want to hear a foot and two inches.

Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry sat in the corner, or everyone sat in the corner and the back row, Harry and Draco talked about the situation, Quirrell is a dangerous person, everyone should avoid drawing his attention.Fortunately, Quirrell's own smell of garlic and spices was enough to make them all shy away.

Harry listened to Quirrell reading the textbook, this way of teaching was not as good as Voldemort.Quirrell wasn't exactly class material.

But there is no homework for Defense Against the Dark Arts class!While all the students were rejoicing, Harry was in a flash.

"What's the matter Harry?" Neville asked quietly during dinner, something had been wrong with Harry since the end of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, he wouldn't think Harry was smoked.

"Perhaps, he is weaker than I imagined, unable to do other things at all? Or, he has been preparing?" Harry turned to look at Neville, "Neville, tell me, what would happen to a professor?" No homework left."

"Uh, it's a personal matter, or, he doesn't like to leave homework?" Neville didn't hear what Harry was muttering before, so he only answered Harry's last sentence.

"Come on, you really want to write a thesis." Ron leaned over from the next door and said to Harry, "Would you like to find Professor Quirrell and ask him to give you some homework. Good student Mr. Potter .”

"Perhaps." Harry looked at the real mockery in Ron's eyes, and frowned. Although Gryffindor often made jokes, they were all kind and genuine jokes. Where did Ron's dislike for him come from? ?

"Harry?"

"What's the matter, Senior Seid?" Harry turned on his back, and was helped back by the helpless person behind him who smiled. "Tomorrow we are going to the fifth greenhouse. I heard that you followed the professor when he went in last time, so they sent me to find out the information. What is in the fifth greenhouse?" Cedric squatted/body, face It's a gentle smile.

"Well, the professor waived my homework." Harry turned around and raised an eyebrow.

"Bring you sugar when we go to Hogsmeade," Cedric promised, rubbing Harry's head.

"By the way, bring me some fondant bows, the little girls like it." Harry turned and took out a quill and paper.

"You're going to please girls at such a young age? Huh?" Cedric watched Harry write and draw, and turned to Neville beside him: "You guys are in danger."

"In the fifth greenhouse are devil vines and scurvy, as well as resident elderberry and wet miasma. Bring cotton balls to block the holes where the miasma sprays poisonous juice. If you are entangled by devil vines, you should relax, or you will burn them with fire." It's okay, but the professor won't like it. As long as you don't want to secretly mix the scurvy, you won't use it." Harry wrote the precautions on the paper, and then said seriously: "I treat them as sisters, In terms of being a girl, how can I compare with Hufflepuff's Prince Highness?"

"Thanks, Snakecatcher." Cedric smacked Harry on the head before returning to the Hufflepuff table.

"Harry, you've been to the Fifth Conservatory!" Dean screamed, and Harry stuffed a chicken leg in his mouth.

"Hush, do you want to remind Professor Snape?" Harry put his index finger to his lips: "Please, keep it secret, keep it secret."

"Then I want to know who you gave the fondant bow to?" Dean asked with a smile, biting off the chicken leg.

"Of course everyone has a share." Harry raised his eyebrows, "Be careful that you are being led astray."

Neville shrugged: "It seems that we are really in danger."

"Shall I give you a few?" Harry smiled and embraced Neville, shaking him.In the past few days, he had changed his view of Neville a lot, and it was just to vent his anger, not to mention that this kid sincerely thought they were childhood friends, and he didn't care at all that he had already robbed him of his savior status.

In the evening, back in the Slytherin common room, Harry put away the lion badge and looked at the chiefs with stern expressions. Harry knew that everyone knew about the danger of Quirrell, but—"The old condition, Occlumency has passed Yes, let’s listen to the truth again.”

"Harry, something is wrong with you after class today." Earl stepped forward, "Is it related to Quirrell?"

"Where's the dean? I'll go find him." Harry didn't want to say any more, and he couldn't bear the responsibility if something went wrong.

"Stop using the Dean as an excuse." Draco folded his arms, and looked at Harry dissatisfied with his gray-blue eyes.

Harry smiled, approached them, and stretched out his left hand, the dark blue snake ring was clearly visible at this moment. "If you understand it, don't ask again. If you don't understand it, learn Occlumency. I don't have much patience for people who don't work hard."

"Harry, this is not something that can be practiced in a few days, but the crisis is in the school. The sound of Auror's actions on the first night of school made many people start to worry." Draco looked at Harry, shook his head and said: " Perhaps, you should tell us how to cooperate."

"Make sure you don't act alone, don't travel at night, if you encounter danger, you can run to the Forbidden Forest, the Forbidden Forest belongs to Slytherin." Harry looked back and forth, "It may not be safe in the castle, the professor is the last guarantee, If you can avoid contact, it is the best result."

The words were cryptic, but the faces of the chief present all changed.Draco nodded, "Harry, give us some time."

"No, if you want to learn, you have to tell your family and let them decide. It's just that the crisis is not enough. Understand?" Harry smiled, "Unless, you can decide for yourself."

After speaking, Harry returned to the dormitory. Ig was already waiting in the dormitory, and Harry smiled. "Please ask Roland for me, when did Quirrell disappear from there."

Iggy nodded and flew out of the window.

"Draco, let me teach you Occlumency." Harry sat on the chair and hugged Draco behind him. The kid had a faint sweet smell, which was very comfortable.

"Okay." Draco paused, as for what to choose, his father had already made it.

"Yeah." Harry rubbed against Draco, "Little Dragon, you smell like Quirrell's garlic." The next second, Harry lay on the ground, his ass still sitting on the chair.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Quirrell was quiet until flying lessons.

"Wood, are you really going to lend me the broom?!" Harry looked at the Comet 260, which was well maintained by Wood. The stability and acceleration performance of the competition broom was incomparable to the family broom used in school.

"It's a good deal. It just so happens that you can get more familiar with the performance of the competitive broom." Wood handed the broom to Harry and ran back to class.

"Mrs. Hodge, can you?" Harry looked at the lady who had always disagreed with him secretly practicing with the Quidditch team.

"Go to the team." Mrs. Hodge nodded. It is true that the Gryffindor team has not won against Slytherin for a long time.Harry smiled, stood in the line with the broom, and carefully placed it on the ground.

"Now, stand to the right of your broomsticks and speak." Mrs. Hodge quickly walked past the two house lines, but right behind her, all the broomsticks except Harry's flew up, and some students subconsciously wanted to Grab the broom by the tail.

"Stand back! Stay away!" Harry yelled, and the Slytherin on the opposite side took five steps back in an instant, while Neville next to Harry was already grabbing his broom and getting up with him, Ron and A thin boy, Finny, with all the broomsticks spinning and flying up and down among the three of them, Harry didn't hold back for a moment, and Neville was already set up by three broomsticks.

"Slytherin, back off." Draco turned his head and ordered the Slytherin beside him. He had a hunch that if the Slytherin got involved at this time, Harry would definitely save them first.

Blaise looked at Draco, nodded, and the little snakes around him backed away again, even if those flying brooms fell down, they would not be able to touch them.Mrs. Hodge looked at the Slytherins who had already gathered and decided to protect the convenience first, and put an armor body on it, which was guaranteed.

Harry gathered the scattered Gryffindors together and rode on a broom to pick them up.The one named Finney has not been able to turn on the broom, hanging with one hand and opening the attack in front of him, he is almost unable to hold on.

"Jump," Harry ordered as he flew under Finney, stopping the broom.Finney had also reached the limit, and he came down as soon as he let go.Harry put the person behind the broom, looked at Neville who was already lying on the broom and Ron who turned over on the broom, and flew back first.

"Mr. Potter!" Mrs. Hodge looked at Harry who was coming down, and said sharply, "Stay honestly on the ground!"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Hodge cast a freezing spell in the air, and all the brooms stopped moving.Harry looked at Neville who had rolled over, nodded, and looked at the surrounding windows.

"Flying around." Mrs. Hodge pointed to Neville and Ron's brooms and put them down.

"What are you looking at?" Hermione stepped closer, looking at Harry.Harry shook his head, "Nothing."

Harry looked around again, "Nobody hurt?"