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Sirius Black tugged at his collar, turned around a silent corridor, the lively and free-spirited smile on his face instantly disappeared without a trace, and a layer of gloom enveloped the childish and delicate face.

Ever since he received the roaring letter from Mrs. Black on the second day after arriving at Hogwarts, he has been in a bad mood. Even the joy of making good friends and the enthusiasm of Gryffindor can't make him feel better. Get better—especially this morning when he was caught and severely reprimanded by Bell's fanatical supporters.

Thinking of what happened during these days, Sirius couldn't stop feeling grievances and anger in his heart—the elegant and dignified Mrs. Black had never scolded him in such a disregard of image since she was a child. But never insulted him like that.

It's all that bastard's fault!Sirius Black thought bitterly, obviously his mother loved him so much before, but since his father led the Black family to join that person, his mother and cousin have completely changed, and they are so crazy that they are almost like two people before.

It's all that person's fault!Sirius gritted his teeth, his expression twisted a bit.

A small voice came suddenly, Sirius was startled, and reflexively raised a perfect warm smile.

"Get out of the way." Severus Snape looked at the boy standing in front of him expressionlessly, his eyes cold.

"Severus." The young man frowned slightly, and smiled helplessly: "We are roommates after all, and we will live together for the next six years. I really hope to become good friends with you."

Severus moved the corners of his lips and pulled out a smirk: "Hasn't the gentle and noble student Mitchell already made many good friends? Why bother to find an ordinary half-blood wizard to be happy?"

"Severus, how can it be the same?" Mitchell broke into a gentle smile: "They are just ordinary friends, but you are different, Severus, in my heart, you and them It's different." Those ordinary future cannon fodder, how can they have the qualifications to compare with this future tough and infatuated professor?

Mitchell's gentle and beautiful smile obviously failed to touch the "soft and caring" heart of the little black-haired Slytherin. On the contrary, his words only made Severus Snape's expression more impatient: "Whether your What is the idea, I just want to stay quietly for a while now, can't noble Mitchell even fulfill such a small wish for your classmate?"

Mitchell was not an idiot, he could clearly hear the rejection and impatience of the black-haired boy in front of him, and he couldn't help feeling frustrated, but when he thought about the identity of the little wizard in front of him, he immediately felt relieved.

Standing in front of him now is the well-known double-faced spy in HP. Self-protection and defensive awareness are absolutely extraordinary. If such a typical and powerful Slytherin can easily gain the other party's friendship, it would be unbelievable. stand up.

Forget it, anyway, now that I have become the little professor's roommate, there are plenty of opportunities to connect with the incident, and I will definitely not let the professor fall into the tragic situation of being used by Dumbledore like in the original book.

Severus looked at the young man's back with cold eyes, and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth. Although he had been lonely all this time, he also hoped to make some friends in Hogwarts and have a sincere friendship, but no matter how much he longed for Friends, I will not wrong myself to accept an inexplicable sympathy charity.

Thinking of the inexplicable sympathy and pity for himself in the man's eyes, the coldness in Severus' eyes became even heavier, and he almost wanted to laugh out loud.

"Ah!"

There was a disdainful sneer, and Severus almost thought he was humming uncontrollably, but he came to his senses immediately, and suddenly turned his head and stared at the corner not far away.

A black figure turned around the corner, revealing its true colors in the pouring moonlight.

It's him!Severus narrowed his eyes, subconsciously put on a defensive posture, and then felt that this was too weak, and immediately held the wand in his hand, staring at the little wizard in front of him, as if flying over a spell immediately if something was wrong .

Sirius noticed the vigilance in the eyes of the little Slytherin in front of him, and his already gloomy mood became even worse to the extreme. He raised his eyebrows, deliberately looked up and down Severus with a look of assessing the goods, and then He snorted again very disdainfully.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he will be angry when he encounters such unabashed malice, not to mention that the temper of the little black-haired Slytherin is really far from the word 'good'.

Coupled with the confrontation on the train, old and new hatreds welled up in his heart, Severus's eyes almost burst into flames, he sneered at that moment, folded his arms around his chest, and coldly uttered a word: "Traitor!" Bell Black scolded Sirius in front of everyone.

As a shrewd Slytherin, Severus knew how to hit people.

Sure enough, Sirius, who was stabbed in the sore foot, became furious, and rushed forward with red eyes.

Severus didn't show any weakness, and the two young wizards who hadn't formally learned the attack spell just used the most direct attack method to wrestle.

The establishment of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not easy. Whether it is funds or the absorption of members, Albus needs to invest a lot of energy. Although it is only in the initial stage, the issue of funds does not need to be considered for the time being, but unless he is sure that Voldemort will be killed in one go. Get rid of it, leaving no chance of a comeback, otherwise, the arrival of war and the consumption of funds are inevitable.

Albus frowned tightly, forming a tower shape with his hands, and fell into deep thought. On the table in front of him was a piece of parchment, which was densely written with the names of wizards. disappear, or appear.

After an unknown amount of time, the door of the principal's office suddenly opened, and a stern voice full of anger resounded.

"Okay, the principal's office is here, all come in."

"Oh, dear Minerva, don't be so angry, look at these poor children being scared by you." The voice of laughing also followed.

A group of people walked in one by one, led by the current head of Gryffindor, Minerva McGonagall, and the head of Slytherin, Horace Slughorn, and the faces of a group of young wizards behind them Childish, all first-year freshmen.

Albus cast a wandless silent spell, and the parchment full of names disappeared in an instant.

"Oh, my dear Minerva, what's the matter, what made you so angry?" Albus glanced at the group of little wizards, especially their distressed bodies, knocked on the table, A glass of pumpkin juice appeared in front of him, and Albus handed the pumpkin juice to Mag with a smile: "Here, have a glass of pumpkin juice, Horace, would you like a glass too?" He said to the Slytherin who sat down. asked the dean.

"Oh, dear Albus, I'm not in the mood right now." Horace Slughorn gave McGonagall a wry smile.

"Well then, boys and lovely girls, can you tell your headmaster what happened?" Albus looked at the little wizards in front of him with a smile.

Two of the little black-haired wizards looked at each other subconsciously, then snorted coldly at the same time, and turned their heads away.

"It's not just them." A red-haired and blue-eyed little girl pointed at several young wizards standing together, and said loudly with anger: "They are shameless, and they beat Sev together."

"Oh, Lily, how can you call this snot so close." A lively little boy with disheveled hair was pointed at by her with an aggrieved expression: "You and we are in the same academy."

"Shut up, Potter, do I allow you to call me by my name?" The little girl named Lily glared at him.

The little wizard called Potter seemed to have been hit hard, and the whole person was filled with a depressed atmosphere. Then he seemed to remember something, and stared fiercely at the black-haired little Slater who was protected by the little girl behind him. Lin: "Cowardly and useless, they will only hide behind girls and let Lily protect them. We will fight if we have the ability."

"That's enough, Mr. Potter." James Potter's words obviously made Professor McGonagall even more angry: "I can't believe that now, here, you are still so rude to Principal Dumbledore, Not sure yet."

"Originally." Potter muttered unconvinced: "As a man, if he loses a fight, he asks an adult to help him, and even brings the matter to the principal, isn't he a coward?"

Several little Gryffindor wizards glanced at McGonagall and nodded silently at the same time. Even the little red-haired girl named Lily pursed her lips.

The black-haired little Slytherin looked even uglier, the stupid and ignorant Gryffindor, did they think he wanted it?

"Let me tell, Principal Dumbledore." The girl who had been proudly patrolling the office next to her glanced contemptuously at the person opposite her with her silver eyes, and reached out to caress her waist-length purple hair. Fa: "In fact, it is also my insistence to come to find Principal Dumbledore to rule on this matter."

She looked directly at Albus with a cold and haughty gaze, and said with a force, "After all, the glory of Slytherin cannot be slandered."

Ah, is he really old? I don't understand what children are thinking nowadays.

Albus silently peeled off a piece of candy and put it in his mouth: This was obviously just a fight between young wizards, how did it suddenly rise to the height of academy glory in the mouth of this Miss Grace?

If this is the case, from thousands of years ago to the present, the glory of the four colleges has been tarnished thousands of times, and there is nothing left!

The author has something to say: I am learning scriptures recently, and I want to see what those typical time travelers look like. I would say that I have been looking for a long time to name them?