[HP-DH] The second generation of the Big Four

At breakfast the next day, the barn owl brought Dumbledore's reply.

The letter reads:

I'm terribly sorry about your suggestion, Mr. Potter.Although it is a pity, the class schedule for this semester cannot be changed.I'd be a good one to talk to about your little annoyance, if you'd like.

Albus Dumbledore

The old headmaster wrote circles within circles in a slender hand that slanted to one side, but it looked to Harry as if he had seen a sly old fox flashing towards him behind half-moon glasses.

He put away the parchment and looked at the guest seat with a smile in his eyes.

Dumbledore, who caught the eyes of the savior, raised his glass and smiled, as if to say, "Ah, really good pumpkin juice!"

is very good!

Harry snorted, grabbed his glass and took a sip under the worried eyes of his two roommates.

"Have you seen The Shawshank Redemption?" he said.

Ernie shook his head, not knowing what the Savior was talking about.On the contrary, Justin, who was born as a Muggle, said excitedly, "I know! It's written by American writer Stephen King, it's really great!"

"Yes, that's right." Harry nodded, "From now on, I will write a letter to our dear principal every day like Shawshank, until he agrees!"

"Ah?" Both of them opened their mouths in confusion.

"Eat," Harry said, stuffing his mouth full.Ernie and Justin looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.Although they were curious about the savior, it was useless for Harry to ask if he didn't want to.

The three of them ate their breakfast, picked up their schoolbags and hurried to the basement classroom.As early as the first day of school, the Hufflepuff prefects had told them that at Hogwarts, it was Professor Snape who was known for being difficult to deal with.

He has been entrenched in the dark basement classroom for many years, and Gryffindor likes to call him a greasy old bat behind his back, because he is dressed in black and his face is as pale as if he has not seen the sun for many years.More importantly, Snape was always eager to deduct all Gryffindor points.

But the Hufflepuffs didn't think so. They called Professor Snape the Snake King, and the Potions Master was the leader of Slytherin, and no one could offend the leader of the snakes.

Badgers usually see the facts clearly, so they can always protect themselves.

10 minutes before the school bell rings.

At that time, Harry was sitting in a corner alone, with a cold little snake wrapped around his neck, making a hissing sound from time to time.

After a few teases, the Potter fox narrowed his eyes.In his line of sight, the young master of the Malfoy family, who held his head high, folded his arms and folded his chest, was walking in with a big smile.The gray-blue pupils swept away, intentionally or unintentionally, falling on Harry in the corner.

The moment their eyes met, Draco frowned.But due to the upcoming class time, he sat down next to Blaise silently.The big Goyle and Clark sat behind him, and managed to block Harry's view.

The blue-eyed savior looked back and blinked.He knew what the little bastard was up to, the vengeful Master Malfoy always looking for an opportunity to taunt the scarred savior.

Just like in the previous life, from verbal insults to personal attacks to the desire to have a fight-the routine is always the same, and those who don't know think that the two of them are always enjoying it.

In the classroom, little badgers and little snakes placed their cauldrons, chattering and whispering.

"Quiet!" Suddenly a dignified command sounded, and Snape's silent appearance startled the students.The Potions Professor came at some point, he glanced at the whole class coldly, and picked up the roster after the bell rang.

"Maybe I have to say, welcome." Snape said, "Before I start class, I have to see which of you have the brains to let you sit here in peace." He began to roll names, and the classroom There was no sound, only the "arrival" sound from the students whose names were read.

When Harry was mentioned, Snape paused, "Look who this is? Our newcomer - the famous Harry Potter."

When he finished, the Slytherin crowd laughed.Especially Draco, the platinum boy covered his mouth, and his eyes were full of sneer - of course Harry didn't mind, he just thought: Look, the little bastard is starting again!

The Potter boy, who was too focused, didn't return to his senses.He didn't even notice that both Little Badger and Little Snake were looking at him with sympathetic eyes: dare to distract himself in front of Snape, this man is indeed a real hero!

Snape's black robe rolled over, and he arrived in front of Harry with a few strides. His thin lips parted, and he whispered two words, "Potter."

Harry raised his head and blinked innocently at the Potions Professor, "Professor Snape?"

good, very good!

Snape smiled grimly. "Potter, what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

This question is familiar, or has been asked before.It's a pity that old Potter, who was only covered in orange peel, had already forgotten it in Merlin's crotch, so he still didn't know.

Snape asked three questions in a row that had been asked before, but Harry's answer was I don't know.The Potions professor sneered at Potter's straightforward answer, "Tsk tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean everything, does it?" Snape said, "Hufflepuff will deduct two points, why? We don't know anything about Mr. Savior." After speaking, Snape was about to step onto the podium, but was stopped by a small voice.

Small enough for the whole class to hear.

"That's not true, Professor." Harry said aggrievedly, "I don't know everything."

There was a twinkle in his emerald eyes, and Snape snorted, sneering, "Oh, then let's see what's in your troll head?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Actually, I know quite a lot, such as Felix Polyjuice Potion."

Snape's face darkened in an instant, but the little blue-eyed Badger still said to himself, "Ah, there is also a love potion. Although I don't know how to take it now, I believe that one day—"

"Confinement! Potter, confinement!"

Snape now had the heart to strangle the little Potter boy!What kind of mess is this?He thought of the letter from last night, his face changed again and again, and finally turned into a thunderous roar.

Damn Potter, damn Potter with his head full of love potions.In the eyes of the Potions Professor, this little brat is even worse than old Potter. He knew the love potion in the first grade!His damned ashes father hadn't been around Lily in first grade!

Snape's mood became extremely bad because of the Potter cub's disturbance. In the following Potions class, all the students were trembling for fear that they would make a mistake and raise their eyebrows.Miraculously, in such an atmosphere, the little badgers and snakes didn't blow up the cauldron, and even everyone was able to hand in a share of life and death water when get out of class was over.

Snape looked at Harry's silver bottle of perfect potion, and made a very biased "T".

But the blue-eyed savior didn't care about the grades, and chased him out without even looking at them.

"Draco! Wait, Draco!"

The shout of the savior was so impressive that the students in the corridor stopped almost instantly.Countless pairs of eyes watched the blue-eyed savior rush past, and then watched the savior stop in front of Malfoy—suddenly, the antenna called "Gossip" began to stand up.

Harry gasped, "Della—"

"Who allowed you to call me by my name, Potter." The platinum noble narrowed his eyes dangerously, showing displeasure.The current Master Malfoy is still at the age of ignorance and vain comparison, so he still enjoys being dragged by the celebrity Potter in such a public.It's just that thinking of Potter's refusal earlier, the vengeful Slytherin will never put down his figure so easily.

He raised his head slightly, and looked at Harry scrutinizingly.

The emerald eyes blinked, and the savior said pleadingly, "Draco, may I call you that?" Does he not know what the little bastard really thinks?They used to be hostile and hated each other, and they gave their backs to each other unreservedly on the battlefield of life and death.He loves this person, time can't take away his miss, and can't wear away the traces left behind.Some things are unforgettable, even if it's just Draco's habit of raising his eyebrows - just for that subtle change, Harry could see that the platinum nobles were very pleased with his compliments.

So Harry sent out an invitation in a timely manner, "Draco, are you free on Friday? Can you accompany me to Hagrid's for afternoon tea?"

"Rubeus Hagrid?" Slytherin's tone revealed his contempt, "You mean the Hogwarts watchman? I heard that he is a rough man, often drunk, and likes to play some spells, In the end, he set his own bed on fire."

If it was before, Harry would have turned his face and left.But now he hopes that this guy and his friends can get off to a less bad start.Not to mention smiling faces, as long as we can get along with our savior classmates peacefully, we can chant "Merlin Blessing"!

But now, the greatest luck is that this Slytherin is not difficult for him to deal with.

So despite Harry's cuteness and pity, the proud Master Malfoy still nodded that noble head.

"Okay, as you wish."

The author has something to say:

Xiaoha, you think too easily!

Also pay attention to my copywriting, it is written about awakening, the three heads except Xiaoha actually came back with him, but the memory has not yet awakened!

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