Harder Aurora

Dust hit Charles all over his face.

"Merlin's beard, there is actually a Malfoy?" A hoarse voice suddenly appeared, Ollivander climbed down from the scaffolding, and the scaffolding made an ominous creaking sound.

"Oh, no, this is Charles Walker, a freshman this year, and his mother has this hair color." Seeing Charles narrow his eyes, Anna quickly explained, for fear that he would say something insulting.

Ollivander put on his glasses amusedly, and looked at Charles' face, "That's interesting, so let me guess, is it a pure-blood wizard?"

"I'll talk to you later," Anna whispered to Charles, then looked back at Ollivander, "No, Mr. Ollivander, Charles' parents are both Muggles."

"This way..." The old wizard took off his glasses, turned around and rummaged through piles of boxes, "Try this, Mr. Walker." He handed Charles a straight wand with warm woody tentacles.

Charles picked up the little stick with two fingers and waved it casually.

The window blew up.

"Ah—" Anna screamed and squatted down, grabbed Charles with one hand and hid under the table.

Ollivander seemed used to this kind of scene, shrugged and put his wand back.

"Take that one..." Charles pulled away from Anna and stood up straight, as if someone was speaking against his eardrum.

"...go over...yes, she is the most suitable for you." Charles took a few steps forward in a daze, uncontrollably, and only woke up when his hand touched an old box, and again, he really didn't eat in the morning medicine.

"Do you like this? Not bad, try it." Ollivander was pleasantly surprised. It is rare for a wizard to choose a wand on his own initiative.

When Charles took up his wand, a soft yet surging force swept over his senses, like a millennium-thirsty man who is soothed by the mother tide, like a blind man suddenly seeing color.

"Very suitable! Hawthorn wood, phoenix tail feather core, very interesting combination, Mr. Walker, you must also be a very interesting person." Ollivander said excitedly.

After paying the Galleon, Charles still felt in a trance, Anna said sympathetically, "It's okay dear, Muggles will feel a little dizzy when they touch a wand for the first time..."

"No, I forgot to take the medicine." Charles closed his eyes hard, found the pills from his pocket, and swallowed one directly.

"I've been eating it since I was a child, a little problem." He explained to Anna.

"If you are sick, you need to take medicine." Anna smiled and stroked his platinum-blond hair.

"Is this a taunt? Professor Bubaji." Charles pouted slightly.

He's so cute, Anna thought intoxicated.See, all women like him, and Charles smiled sweetly, a little menacing, a little coquettish, which he learned from Louise, very useful.

"Then it's time to choose your little partner," Anna chattered with the list, "You can choose an owl, or a cat. I think a Persian cat suits your hair well."

Charles was well entertained by an astonishing array of animals, many of which God knows only in zoos, and only Henry, a collie, stared fascinatedly at a white snake with green eyes, which also had red eyes.

When reaching for the box, the other hand just grabbed it, and Charles tried hard, but that hand did not let go.

Very well, Charles looked at him with an unkind expression, a little messy black hair, and toad-like poop-green eyes, a teenager about his age was also looking at him with an unfriendly expression.An ugly red sweater and ordinary sneakers, Charles appraised with disdain.

"I saw it first." Charles narrowed his eyes and said threateningly.No one has ever dared to rob him.

"Really, why do I feel that I saw it first?" The other party pulled the snake box away with force.

Charles gasped, how dare this filthy inferior?

"Ah! You are Potter!" Anna turned around, and was pleasantly surprised to find the black-haired boy, "Which little Mr. Potter are you?" Anna squatted down halfway, looking at the boy's face with affection.

"I'm James." James looked at the blond haired with shame.

"James, have you chosen? A snake? Seriously?" Another boy who looks exactly like James walked over slowly holding a Russian blue cat.

"You must be Albus. I'm Anna Bubbaji, your professor of Muggle Studies." Anna couldn't help touching the gray cat.

"Miss Bubaji," Charles drew Anna's attention back, "it seems that these two are my future classmates, why don't you introduce them?" Charles didn't have much expression, if his American classmates saw If he did that, he would run away immediately.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, they are James and Albus, the sons of Harry Potter. This is Charles Walker." Anna didn't know why her back was a little hairy, and she quickly grabbed Charles' cold little hand and held it .

"What's your accent?" James frowned, hugging the snake box baby.

"This is an American accent, are you an American?" Compared to James, Albus Potter was a little gentler.

"Yeah, it's more insightful than I thought. I don't think that garbage who wears second-hand goods can know about the United States." Charles smirked.

With wide green eyes, James drew out his wand angrily and pointed at Charles, "You!".People around stopped shopping and looked towards this side in horror.

Anna stood in front of Charles, it was too bad luck, she couldn't afford to offend these three boys, and Charles didn't understand magic at all, if he was hit by James' spell, he would definitely go to St. Mungo's "Mr. Potter, maybe Do you remember not being able to use magic outside of school?".

Albus tugged at James' collar and pressed his wand down, "I apologize for James' rude behavior just now, or can you talk better, Mr. Walker?"

Charles only showed half of his face from behind Anna, looking straight into Albus' eyes, pursing his soft lips, and didn't speak.

"Forget it, let's go—" James said angrily, he just took out Gallon and screamed "Ah!" The white snake suddenly writhed crazily, James let go of his hand as if frightened, and the snake box fell to the ground It exploded, and the white snake's scales were scraped off by the glass, dripping with blood.

"It's back to original!" Anna pulled out her wand, and the glass was restored, but the snake was still writhing in pain.

Albus looked at the blond boy in surprise, and saw that he looked terrified too, his lips turning white.

"Dizzy" Anna chanted the spell again, the snake finally passed out, and Anna breathed a sigh of relief this time.

James rushed over, holding the snake in his arms with heartache, "Mr. Potter, this snake is out of control, choose another pet." The boss, a tall and thin wizard, said uneasily.

"No, I will cure him, thank you for your suggestion, Mr. Parker." James stood back with Albus holding the snake, and thanked the boss in a low voice. "As for you, you definitely don't want a crazy snake now." James looked at Charles with red eyes.

Charles ignored him, "Do you have to buy a pet?" Charles asked Anna.

"Eh... not necessarily? In fact, you can also use the school's owl directly." Anna said uneasily.

"Then don't buy it." Charles sneered, "As for you," the mocking gaze seemed to slap James, "it sounds like your father has a lot of status, but it's a pity that his son can't even take care of a snake. I'm afraid you're not a liar. ?”

"Mr. Walker, Mr. Potter is a very great person, you can't say that about him!" Anna said angrily, her cheeks flushed with anger.

Now even Albus couldn't bear it any longer, and pulled out his wand together with his younger brother, "Boy who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, you've taught me a lesson—"

Charles sneered and raised his chin, "Professor Bubaji, you have to keep me safe."

"What's the matter?" A deep male voice came, and James and Albus rushed over in surprise, "Dad!"

"Mr. Potter! Oh, and Mrs. Potter, this..." Anna said helplessly, how the hell would she explain it.

The tall and handsome man took the two children, followed by Ginny with an anxious face. Harry wanted to say something to Anna, but when he saw the arrogant blond boy, he seemed to be speechless and froze for a long time Did not respond.

"It's nothing, it's just bickering." Albus said immediately, interrupting James' complaint. Harry never defended his shortcomings in this regard, and it was indeed James who provoked him first. If he told the truth, it would only give James a loss. Christmas gift punishment.

Ginny panicked for a moment when she saw the face of the blond boy, but then regained her composure. All seemingly unreasonable things will have a reasonable explanation, "Professor Bubaji, who is this?", she looked at the restless Anna quietly tugged at Harry's hand.

"Oh," Anna finally found her tongue, "Charles Walker, this year's freshman, is from America."

"So, you are Mr. Potter?" Charles deliberately dragged his tone, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Sure enough, it was an American accent, and Ginny breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "I'm Ginny, with beautiful hair."

"Thank you." Charles narrowed his eyes happily, like a cat.

Harry was uneasy on the way to the station with his two sons, and Ginny said worriedly, "Harry, are you okay?"

"It's okay," Harry regained his senses, "You take them on the train, and I won't show up on the platform."

Ginny nodded understandingly, but James and Albus were a little unhappy.

After thinking about it, James still said, "Are you coming back to see us?", and then showed a pitiful expression.

Harry's heart melted when he saw the pleading eyes, "Okay, okay, let's have a farewell kiss." After letting James and Albus both kiss, he turned and left contentedly.

"Mom, you should have heard that little blond bastard," James complained as soon as Harry left. "I've never seen anyone dare to talk like that."

Ginny said sternly, "I don't think you're very humble, James."

James flattened his mouth aggrievedly.

"It's true that he provoked that Walker first." Albus hid behind his mother and made trouble. James let out a strange cry, and the two chased after him.

"Okay, as for the snake, go back to school and ask Hagrid to take a look... It's a public place, don't hit it anymore!"

☆, Muggles can also enter Slytherin? ? ?

Charles dangled alone with a designer backpack, looking for a seat on the Hogwarts Express, and Professor Bubbaji was going to the teacher's car, and he didn't like this woman getting in the way. It was almost like a summer camp for him.

But of course things are different, like in the private schools in the US he had a bunch of followers, and now, it seems like he is an outlier, which is not a situation that Charles likes.

"I'm afraid the snake won't survive." Charles frowned, and there was this voice again, always hissing in his head. It was strange that he had already taken medicine.

Fortunately, that voice didn’t appear frequently. As for why the snake suddenly went crazy, Charles didn’t have much idea. At that time, he only had one thought, that is, what I can’t get, and I won’t give it to you if it’s ruined, but Another, softer voice stopped him, but he was utterly bewildered by this, and Charles secretly decided to write to Louise to get more settled.

The students in the aisle slowly found the carriages. Charles bit his lower lip and walked past the carriages disdainfully. He didn't like being crowded with others.

There is another important reason why people here like to focus on his hair.

"Wow, look who this is?" With an annoying voice, Charles stopped and turned around slowly, and it turned out to be the pair of Potters.

James is like a big dog who sees a cornered kitten and knows that as long as no adults are around, he can fix the little bastard all he wants.

Albus shook his head speechlessly, obviously they are twins, he will never have such vigorous energy as James, how come James never feels tired, "Take your time, I'll go back to the carriage first, Evan?" He turned his green eyes , looked at another older red-haired boy questioningly.

Evan Weasley scowled, he was a bit like Percy Weasley in a way, his uncle, "James, stop messing around, I'll tell Ginny."

James walked forward slowly, and the surrounding carriages were opened, and the students who had changed into school uniforms were chattering and watching, Merlin, this is Potter's son.

"I hate people with blond hair the most. If you still scold my father, it will be even more annoying." James provocatively said, his green eyes seemed to be burning, terribly bright.

"Look at his hair! No wonder Potter hates him so much," a girl whispered, but enough for everyone to hear and discuss Charles' hair.

Charles didn't intend to put down his expensive schoolbag to fight this idiot, "Mr. Potter," the corners of his lips curled up lazily, "Are you bullying a... Muggle? Is that the word?"

"What?" James froze.Albus and Evan exchanged a look, and they didn't expect that the boy looked like a pure blood wizard no matter what.

"If you want to fight, I will accompany you at any time, but please put away that stick. After all, the only stick I can use now is a baseball bat." Charles looked at James' shrinking expression with satisfaction, "Then I won't bother , everyone continues to appreciate Mr. Porter's self-boasting, he must be eager to add a few raps to enhance the dramatic effect."

"Okay, let's go back." Albus couldn't stand it and led his brother away. He had found out that James was no match for him at all.

Charles rolled his eyes, "shame", and found a car to sit in.

There is also an older boy in the carriage, he is wearing a college robe with an eagle badge, looking at Charles with a look of surprise, "Do you know whose son he is?", his hair is combed very carefully, typical He has a cropped head, dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a little thin lips, giving people a serious feeling.

"I know, but I don't know each other." Charles said friendly. He prefers to talk to polite people. How did Davis say that? The person you choose to associate with determines your level.

"You don't come from a wizarding family." Declarative sentence, it's comfortable talking to smart people.

"Yes, I'm from the United States." Charles leaned slightly against the wall, put down his schoolbag, he was exhausted.

"I understand, I'm Egbert Longman, a third-year Ravenclaw student." Egbert said kindly.

"Charles Walker." Charles nodded, "so, I have to separate schools later?"

"Yes, can I call you Charles?" Egbert continued after Charles nodded, "You can also call me Egbert, like Potter will definitely be assigned to Gryffindor, you probably never Understood... But it doesn't matter, this work is left to the Sorting Hat to judge." Egbert shrugged.

Charles looked annoyedly at the flying field outside the window, "Yeah, there must be all kinds of strange customs in weird places."

Seeing that he was not interested in talking, Langman continued to read with his head down.Charles was in a daze and slowly fell asleep.

It was the same nightmare again.In theory, this is not a nightmare, there are no ghosts in it, and there are no scary pictures, only a piece of aurora, he is constantly falling, he has a feeling that he will fall forever, until death, only this piece of cold aurora testify.

"Charles? Are you okay? It's school." Egbert pushed the boy awake. He must have had a nightmare, sweating all over his face and shaking all over.

Charles woke up, "Oh, I'm fine, thank you." He thanked him in a low voice, quickly changed into his school uniform, and tried his best to ignore the anxiety and panic.

After saying goodbye to Langman, he followed the team of freshmen and walked silently at the end, his hands still shaking uncontrollably.

Anna sat on the Hogwarts classroom mat for the first time, and her heart was beating fast. She could only look up at this position before, but now she can sit on it. It would be even better if the person next to her was not Severus. The professor's face was so gloomy that water dripped from it.

"Come on, Severus," said Slughorn, with gray hair but a healthy red face, which Snape could tell was a sign of drunkenness, "James and Albus are both smart , you don't have to be so nervous."

Snape had a sallow face and didn't bother to look at him at all, "Two trolls, what a nightmare." He said through his teeth.

Anna looked at the closed door expectantly, and when the long-winded Sorting Hat finished singing, she would know which college Walker would go to. Forgive her bad taste, but she felt that Charles was more suitable to be with Severus. quarrel.

The door slammed open, and the teachers and students fell silent, watching the restive group of freshmen, especially James and Albus, who received the most attention.

"Arrogant, disrespectful, self-satisfied with fame." Snape criticized coldly.

"Severus." The Headmistress gave him a reproachful look.Severus Snape almost couldn't survive the war. He was bitten by Voldemort's giant snake, but he survived with the help of Harry Potter. After the war, he also relied on the testimony of the savior It was confirmed that he was an undercover agent for the Order of the Phoenix among the Death Eaters, but Snape had never intended to give Potter any favors.

"Robert Bruce" "Ravenclaw!", the Ravenclaw table began to applaud.

"Amber Selwyn", it was a girl with long black curly hair, her eyes were as honey-colored as amber, "Gryffindor!" The sorting hat immediately judged her house, and Gryffindor erupted Cheers, who doesn't like beautiful girls.Amber smiled sweetly, and trot to sit down at the college table.

"James Potter." The auditorium fell silent instantly, and Ginny sat up straight, looking at her son nervously and proudly.

The Sorting Hat yelled, "Gryffindor!" almost as soon as it touched his head, and the cheers and applause almost turned the auditorium upside down. James knew this was the result, and winked mischievously at Ginny.

Albus looked even more silent when he saw this scene. When he was called up, his stomach writhed uncomfortably, and everyone's eyes were on him.

"It's very interesting—you are very similar to your brother, but with a conflicted heart, Slytherin would be more suitable for you..." The Sorting Hat said slowly in Albus's mind.

The Sorting Hat stayed on Albus's head for too long, and the Great Hall began to buzz with discussion.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly.

The auditorium was silent for a moment, and then boiled up again. Potter is not Gryffindor, which is really big news.Ginny looked very surprised, but then clapped happily, which proves that Albus has extraordinary intelligence, doesn't it?

"We've got Potter!" a seventh-year Ravenclaw exclaimed excitedly, and the other house students rose to welcome Albus.

James waved at his brother from a distance. Although he couldn't be in a house, he wasn't a Slytherin anyway.

The freshmen who had not been sorted gradually decreased, and Charles found that Hufflepuff had the most people sorted, while the silent house at the far end, Slytherin, had the least.The freshmen who were sorted out all had a proud sense of alienation.

"Charles Walker," McGonagall read, and Anna immediately raised her head, finally waiting.

There were people chatting non-stop in the hall, but as Charles walked towards the sorting hat slowly, the chatting students all shut their mouths and looked at the boy with platinum blonde hair in surprise.

Snape froze, he looked at McGonagall cautiously, and chose to remain silent.

Charles felt uncomfortable, not because he was stared at with various expressions. In fact, since he was a child, he attended various occasions with his parents. , he is going to throw up.

"...contradictory, complicated..." the Sorting Hat murmured.

"Please hurry up, haven't you washed it for a long time?" Charles couldn't help asking in his heart.

"Yes, more than 1000 years...but that's not the point. Your brain is as complicated as a starry sky, but it can't hide the power brought by a powerful bloodline..."

Charles's scalp was numb. For more than 1000 years, there might be some super bacteria, but he couldn't help retorting, "No one's brain is simpler than the starry sky. If you have a little common sense—"

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat announced loudly, not bothering to listen to him.

"Aha, the first freshman in Slytherin who has no wizard blood at all." Anna almost laughed out loud.

Snape and Slughorn looked at her blankly.

"Yes, purebred Muggles, parents are heartless dollar grabbers, and I have been tortured for months, he is yours, Severus." Anna finally couldn't help it, and fell on the ground with a smile desktop.

"Miss Bubbaji, I assume you still have a bit of wizard dignity." Snape said coldly.

Thinking of the hesitant applause, Charles walked slowly to the long Slytherin table and sat down, only then did the Slytherin students greet him reservedly. This kind of politeness and ulterior motives are more convincing than Gryffindor's yelling. Let Charles get used to it, he smirked and thanked, unexpectedly found that the professors in the faculty seat looked at him with different expressions, even the Potters didn't look at him, Charles raised his eyebrows high.

"Walker, interesting surname?" A voice broke the silence of the long Slytherin table. It was a spiky-looking girl with high cheekbones, deep eye sockets, and long golden hair tied back. Unlike Charles's platinum, she His hair was a little darker than gold.

"Actually, it's just a very common surname." Charles said coldly.

"Strange accent," said a boy with a sullen expression, not much older than Charles, with hair neatly brushed back from his forehead.

"It's a pity you haven't been outside the UK, obviously, I'm American."

"And I haven't heard of the Walker family in America?" The blond girl gave Charles a sharp look.

"Loris." The male student wearing the prefect badge reprimanded majestically, Loris shut up reluctantly, and lazily continued eating dessert, "Bazel Sterling, the 4th grade prefect, assigned by the dean I'll take care of this year's first graders." He smiled gently at Charles.

Typical Germanic appearance, high nose and deep eyes, resembling a Nazi officer, their remarks are also very Nazi style, Charles squinted his eyes to look at this prefect, he did not want to make these dear students feel too good, he knew that if there is no counterattack, He is afraid that he will be regarded as the target of bullying.

"Mr. Sterling, I have a question." Charles suddenly said sweetly, and the freshmen next to him looked at him in surprise, and many students at the long Ravenclaw table next door turned their heads to watch.

"I believe that Mr. Walker is very much in need of guidance on wizard knowledge," Snape said as he stepped down from the teacher's seat, squinting his dark eyes to observe the new student, "Since Mr. Walker is the first student in Slytherin House in more than 1000 years, A freshman with no wizarding blood."

"...Traitor..." There was that hissing voice again, Charles frowned unconsciously, trying to suppress the strange feeling.

The Slytherins were in shock, but the dean didn't dare to make too much noise here, and just opened his mouth in surprise.

Until following Sterling to the dormitory with other freshmen, Charles remained in a state of silence.Snape glanced at him before leaving, the look in his eyes was very weird, but this is not the point, the point is why he had a momentary, inexplicable resentment towards this black bat-like Dean, theoretically his problem was in the four-year-old After the treatment that year, there was no problem, but the frequency of the strange sound was abnormally high in the past few days.

"Walker?" Sterling frowned, and the surrounding Slytherins whispered because of the blond boy.

"Walker!"

"Oh," Charles came back, noticing Sterling was looking at him disapprovingly, "I'm just a little uncomfortable," he explained.

When he walked towards his dormitory, another kind of warm joy surrounded him, everything here was so familiar, as if he could see it around the corner...

what did you see?

Charles broke out in a cold sweat.

☆、Defense Against the Dark Arts

A week had passed, and James lazily walked from the Gryffindor table to Ravenclaw, and his brother Albus was actually previewing the content of Charms at breakfast time. They had already been under Harry's guidance. Knowing those spells like the back of his hand, just as Albus couldn't understand why he was so full of energy in his limbs, he couldn't understand why Albus couldn't get his hands tired when he kept turning the pages of books.

"Potter." Albus' companion, Robert Bruce, a brown-haired first-year half-breed, greeted him uninterestedly.

Ravenclaws were always out of interest, and they weren't much better than Slytherins in that regard.

"I wrote to Luna to check on Walker's information." Albus looked up as soon as he sat down.

"I don't understand why you're interested in him. First, he's a jerk, and second, he made Slytherin lose air." James smiled on top of his brother.

James reluctantly indulged his brother's troubles, "That's why I'm interested. It should be said that the whole school is interested, because he is the first Slytherin in history without any wizard blood."

"I heard they didn't talk much to Walker," Robert added.

"I think it's because Walker hasn't been feeling well lately." Egbert sat down with a few books in his arms and joined the first grade conversation.

"Then Luna sent me basic magazines," Albus continued, taking out a few Muggle books from his bag, and James noticed that no one on them moved. "Walker is very powerful in America."

Albus pointed to the title of one of the books, Forbes List, "Walker's father, Davis Walker, was in the top 50. And his mother, Louise Cooper, a very famous lawyer, had no Fail record."

"What does this mean, rich Muggles can enter Slytherin?" James flipped through the pages lazily.

"What Albus means is that his family may have established a very close connection with the United States Department of Magic." Egbert smiled, "So, don't mess with him."

James pouted immediately, and opened his emerald green eyes aggrievedly, "I didn't pay attention to him either."

"Your eyes are very similar, they are both green." Robert giggled.

"He's the green light of the dollar," James mocked.

"And you'll be taking Potions with Mr. Dollar later," said Albus with feigned sympathy.

In fact, Charles wasn't having a bad time, and Egbert was right, the Slytherins got his information more quickly, and they did disdain the company of Muggles, but, Merlin, after the wizarding war Anyone who publicly expresses their dissatisfaction with the Mudblood is courting death, and Walker is not an unknown person.

Charles and his schoolmates maintained a very delicate balance of not wanting to get too familiar with him out of blood pride, but not wanting to offend him. "...you know how to make them bow their heads..." Charles ate two Valium in frustration, and it was on again, and God bless it wasn't the priority to get his stupid and greedy classmate to lick his boots right now.

Charles stared grimly at the slimy, writhing slugs in front of him, disgusting creatures of all colors.

The faces of other people in the classroom were no better than Charles's. "Professor, you really want us to pick out the eyeballs of these things, right?" James asked sharply.

"I will never touch it!" screamed a Slytherin girl, Erilo Boleyn, as she moved away from her table in a panic, lest the goo should touch her expensive robes.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Boleyn—and, yes, Mr. Potter, the eyes of the Serbian leech are an important raw material for making refreshing potions." Slughorn said happily with wide round eyes.

He suddenly seemed to have discovered something, and yelled at the Gryffindors in panic, "Put down your wand, Miss Selwyn! Serbian leeches cannot be touched with magic—"

Amber Selwyn was about to use the Levitation Charm to take out the worm with a disgusted expression on his face. Instead of levitating after being hit, the leech suddenly swelled up to the size of two people in an instant.

The scream came back, and Slughorn lumbered over to protect the student, "Get out of here! The leech is going to explode, its slime is poisonous—"

The blond boy wearing a Slytherin school robe suddenly ran to the medicine cabinet and searched quickly, grabbed a handful of black powder from a box and threw it on the leech, which was already a quarter of the size of the classroom, and the colorful insect screamed, It quickly withered and turned into a pool of blood.

The students looked on in amazement, and Slughorn was at a loss for a while before saying, "Ah, yes, obsidian powder can melt the mutated leeches, which is worth adding 20 points to Slytherin."

Charles looked at the professor with a blank expression, and suddenly fell to his knees and began to vomit wildly.

"He'll be fine, he's just overly frightened and a little unaccustomed, poor kid." In the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey stroked Charles's platinum-blond hair lovingly, and said to the restless Slughorn. .

"And I really don't understand why you didn't think of obsidian powder, which even Muggles know." Snape said unemotionally, staring at Walker's comatose face, trying not to connect him with another person.

Slughorn rubbed his hands uneasily, "This shows that Mr. Walker is very talented in potions..." Snape raised his eyebrows and squinted at him, and Slughorn snapped his mouth shut.

"Severus, Mr. Walker's roommate, Dominic Brown said that Walker is taking this Muggle drug." Madam Pomfrey took out a bottle of Valium and handed it to Snape, who took it with a frown.

"Useless Muggle medicine." Snape sneered, "Throw it away, and make another potion for Mr. Walker."

Charles woke up in a panic to find that his Valium was gone, and Dominic apologized to him, "I'm sorry, but you haven't looked well these days, I think you should show the dean, he is the greatest Potionist of..."

"When did you start caring about my health?" Charles sarcastically said.

Madam Pomfrey did give him some potions, but... Charles threw himself into the mattress in frustration.

In the following time, Charles was surprised to find that Dominic Brown was showing his affection to him, obviously because of the drug. He didn't want to be misunderstood as betraying his roommate who was also a Slytherin , Charles did not refuse, but showed corresponding friendliness.

"Charles, did you hear that Potter's snake died?" Dominic whispered in the hall.

"Which Potter?" asked Isabelle Field, a first-year Slytherin with long black hair.

"The one in Gryffindor," Charles flipped through the textbook boredly, "his Alice, even the professor of magical biology can't cure it." He seemed to think of something funny when he said this, "What idiot would give a snake Named Alice, Princess Potter?"

The Slytherins laughed softly.

"Mr. Walker," Charles looked up, and Anna walked over angrily with a stack of things. The Slytherins frowned. They would never look up to a wizard who taught Muggle knowledge. This is self-deprecation.

Anna didn't bother to pay attention to the unfriendly eyes of the little snakes, and stared angrily at the blond boy with an angel face, "Maybe you should learn how to use an owl, Mr. Walker, I'm not your house elf." Anna said sharply.

Charles smirked at her, "why should I?", then took the letter and opened it.

Charles raised his eyebrows in surprise after a few glances, "Wow, it seems that I own a house in Hyde Park, London."

Safe