HP sea mermaid

Chapter 9: Defense Against the Dark Arts

"Harry, wasn't that wizard with you on the train?" Ron, who had just sat down and poured himself a glass of pumpkin juice, realized who they met in the hall just now. People are quite impressive.Seeing that Harry was silent, he nodded knowingly. "You're right, Harry. When I saw you with him, I thought he belonged to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but I didn't expect him to go to the treacherous Slytherin. He really can't be judged by his appearance. He Sorted to Slytherin, the cradle of dark wizards, means he is an evil bad wizard. You are really wise not to be friends with him. The righteous Gryffindor never makes friends with sinister and cunning people. "

Harry didn't want to answer questions related to Triton, but he seemed to have misunderstood something when he saw Ron's expression, "Triton—I mean Winter, he is not an evil wizard. He is a good wizard, and he can do it." too much."

Ron swallowed his lamb chops with difficulty, and shook his head: "The wizards who come out of Slytherin are all bad wizards, without exception. Salazar Slytherin himself is the worst dark wizard in the Middle Ages. He slaughtered There are countless Muggle villages; there is also the mysterious man who killed your parents, he did not know how many wizards he killed back then; there is another one, far away in the sky and close in front of us, our potions professor, he is the head of Slytherin , Fred said that Snape was particularly fond of Slytherins."

Harry subconsciously retorted: "No, Professor Snape is a good man. I saw him in Diagon Alley, and he—" he was very kind to Triton...Harry couldn't continue because he suddenly remembered Triton. Don was a Slytherin now.

Ron didn't pay much attention to Harry's words, he was busy telling Harry what he knew about the bad things that Slytherins were doing.

The green-eyed little wizard listened silently, not mentioning last night when the Sorting Hat suggested that he go to Slytherin.

Listening, he quietly raised his eyes to look at the very petite Triton on the long Slytherin table opposite.

Why, did they become like this?Obviously they were fine on the train yesterday, but they were separated into a hospital, so why are they so estranged?

Over there, Ron was still gushing: "In short, Harry, you made the right decision to come to Gryffindor. Gryffindor is the best house in Hogwarts."

"Regardless of whether he has done bad things or not, maybe he just hasn't had time to do them yet. Anyway, he is already a Slytherin, and it is the most correct thing to avoid him." Ron still had a lot to say, he had only seen Triton twice. , "Besides, look at him like that, what is the difference between him and Malfoy? They are all the same! He also makes some mysterious magic props to show off his little ability. I hate that kind of thing the most. people."

Harry said nothing, eating his lunch.Ron said that Triton made him very upset, but he didn't know what to explain for Triton.And he vaguely felt that Ron said this to himself because he had regained his inner balance because of the old clothes he wore like him, and he didn't like the bright clothes Triton and Malfoy wore.Maybe, Ron was still thinking, so what if he is the "savior" of the magic world?It's not that it's about the same as him.

He couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have told Ron last night that it was Red Weasel's business that Malfoy had insulted him.Because Ron immediately scolded Malfoy behind his back like firecrackers being lit for a long time.

And Ron didn't know Triton at all, he had only seen Triton twice, he was just jealous that Triton dressed better than him, so he slandered him indiscriminately.And those props are used by Triton to earn pocket money, he relies on his own ability, not some "little bit of ability".What's more, he also inherited a treasury himself. If you want to say that, he is the same as Triton.

Quietly listening to Ron's complaint, Harry suddenly thought of what Ron said just now, which made him unable to swallow - Ron thought he was assigned to Gryffindor because he avoided Triton, Don't want to hang out with the evil Slytherin, Triton, do you think you're avoiding him too?

The thought of this possibility made Harry feel bad.

No, he had to find a way to explain it clearly to Triton!

On the other side, the Slytherin table.Shani, who seemed very careless, unexpectedly thoughtfully pretended not to notice Triton's sudden depression, which made Triton heaving a sigh of relief.

For some reason, Triton, who had seen countless cold faces before, felt terrible when he saw the expressionless Harry.

Obviously Harry was just a friend he met yesterday.

And he was the one who ignored himself first.

Triton, who was immersed in his own emotions and thinking about things, didn't notice that he was sitting with Shani Black for lunch, which made many Slytherins around him look weird.

Even if he saw it, I'm afraid he wouldn't feel anything.After all, Triton's own facial nerves are very different from ordinary people, and he doesn't care about other people except those he cares about.

Shani didn't even pay attention to these.The cold reception he received all day yesterday and this morning is enough for him to understand that even if he is Black, as long as he is a mixed race, he is nothing in the eyes of these nobles.

Therefore, in the herbal medicine class throughout the afternoon, Shani, who had no self-consciousness, inadvertently ignored many Slytherin first-year students who had shown favor to him-after all, pure-blood wizards who have received noble education since childhood cannot expect a Muggle-educated half-blood wizards can see the true meaning behind the simple imperatives of "hand down the shovel/jug".

At this time, Mr. "Gaozhi" is seriously practicing the knowledge taught by the herbal medicine professor Ms. Sprout in the previous theoretical class.

Triton found Professor Sprout's teachings very interesting. Many herbs that he learned in Tianque's Chinese medicine class have different medicinal properties in the magic world; and many plants that he thought were weeds or only ornamental plants There are also unknown effects.

Triton, who was normally in the school master mode, obviously "denies his relatives" - Master Malfoy, who failed to form a study group with Triton in the afternoon, came to talk to him, but he was ruthlessly ignored.

Draco glared fiercely at the tall Shani with an innocent face beside him, and had to obediently wait for Triton to finish his work.

After the matter at hand came to an end and he was rewarded with "five points for Slytherin" by the kind Professor Sprout, Triton noticed that the person beside him who had been handing tools to him had actually changed—Della Master Co Malfoy has taken the job from little transparent Shani Black. "Draco?"

Seeing that Triton finally took care of himself, Draco quickly responded to show his presence.In fact, he wasn't angry, because he had already experienced the power of Triton's "unrecognizable relatives" mode in the history of magic class in the morning-in less than half an hour in the history of magic in the morning, Hufflepuff, who was in the same class as them, was basically killed. Even Slytherins were few and far between remaining awake, but Triton kept writing down notes with vigor and vigor.

"How did you get together with that Black?" Draco glanced at Shani, who he had sent to join Gore Crabbe and the others, with a subtle expression on his face.

"He's very nice, he took the initiative to tell me to be friends together, and his eyes make me feel very kind." Triton tried to control the corner of his mouth to bend a small arc, but failed without any surprise.He thought of the big smile he gave Professor Snape after sorting yesterday, and couldn't help but feel that it was a miracle. "Xia Ni told me that he is your uncle."

Draco curled his lips in disdainful disdain, but he didn't refute. He just brought up another topic, but this topic still couldn't get around that Shani who made him feel uncomfortable all over. "My mother sent me a lot of delicious food, remember to eat less for dinner later, let you try my mother's snacks! —— My mother also asked me to share some with that Blake."

"Don't be like this, he is the same age as you, you can't call him uncle, just treat him as a brother?" Triton found it very interesting to see Draco's tone suddenly become flat, "I don't have anyone of the same age. I have brothers and sisters, and my uncle is much older than me, but no one plays with me except my uncle."

"He doesn't live with us in Malfoy Manor. Although my mother didn't say anything, I could see that she was very excited. Otherwise, why would she ask me to give him a snack? It's just that he is worried that he will be excluded in Slytherin!"

At this time, get out of class was just over, and they washed their hands next to the greenhouse, waiting for Crabbe and Gore not far away.Shani poked his head and looked at them from behind the two big men, and seeing Triton nodding at him, he rushed over happily. "Hi, Triton. Hello, nephew."

Triton: "..."

Draco said sternly, "I think you can call me by my name, and I'll call you by my name at the same time."

Shani had no objection, and he was glad he could speak to his relatives.Although Draco was a generation younger than him, the two of them were actually the same age.

The big team of five of them marched across the lawn back to the castle to prepare for lunch.

In the evening, when Mr. Prefect politely asked Triton how he felt on the first day of class today, Triton, who finished his homework early and was looking through the Honeydukes desserts mail order catalog, nodded and said, "Excellent!"

Then he asked with courtesy and concern: "How is Professor Quirrell's class? We also have his class tomorrow morning."

Smart, who had already stepped into the bathroom with one foot, showed a fed-up expression: "If I didn't take the OWL exam this year, I would rather give up the result of Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

Seeing such an expression on the face of the usually calm prefect, Triton, who was a little frightened, couldn't help but worry about tomorrow's class. "Then, is the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor circulating in the school true?"

"At least I have met five Defense Against the Dark Arts professors, and I sincerely hope that Professor Quirrell can leave his post soon."

The next day, Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Black, black magic, defense, defense, that is, to teach you, such as, how to defend against black, black magic."

Triton: "..."

"First of all, we need to know, what, what is black, black magic. Black, black magic is evil magic."

Triton: "..."

"Let's, let's take a look at some classics and typical black magic - turn the book to the ninth page."

As soon as he entered the classroom, he couldn't help but use two paper balls to block the nostrils to prevent the smell. Triton yelled at the beginning that he was not aristocratic, but after Triton crumpled the two paper balls, he struck out and took it for himself. Draco said: "You said, if you give up this course, will it have a big impact on the final exam?"

Draco, who had been stunned by the smell of garlic all over the classroom, tried to calm down, but he answered wrongly: "Why did I give up Durmstrang and come to Hogwarts to do Defense Against the Dark Arts like this?"

Shani, who was also sluggish, rolled his mosquito-repellent coils: "I, I know, Durmstrang, yes, it's a wizarding school in Germany that mainly teaches black magic."

Triton nodded half-understanding: "So we learn Defense Against the Dark Arts to defeat Durmstrang?"

Draco and Shani, who hadn't heard what Triton said at all, nodded at the same time: "That's right."

Triton stared at Professor Quirrell with a thick scarf on his head on the podium, and was also in a trance: "Can garlic already rule the world?"

...Wait, no, why does Professor Quirrell also have a ghostly aura?Could it be that he was possessed?

Triton came to his senses, and while everyone wasn't paying attention—or not paying attention, he took out a yellow talisman folded into a triangle from his pocket and sandwiched it between his two middle fingers, making a Dao seal with both hands , muttering words in his mouth: "Sanqing is above, help disciples to kill demons and eliminate demons, and the eyes of the sky-open!"

Fu Lu emitted a red light invisible to ordinary people, jumped to the center of Cui Dun's eyebrows and turned into a vertical eye.

Triton got his heavenly eyes, and quickly looked at Professor Quirrell who was reading his lecture notes with his head lowered slightly on the podium.

The field of vision under the eyes of the sky is not the same as usual. Normal people have clear faces, and their bodies emit green light according to the strength of their vitality. Professor Quirrell—

Triton was startled by what he saw, and the talisman in his hand fell to the ground. He quickly bent down to pick up the talisman, and patted his face to calm himself down.

He, if he read it correctly, Professor Quirrell's fire of life is already very weak, as if it might be extinguished at any time; moreover, the same weak red light behind the back of his head is clearly a snake's face!

This is not being possessed, it is obvious that Quirrell signed a master-servant contract with that snake face, which allowed the incomplete soul of the snake face that has no entity to be possessed.

Triton couldn't help covering his face. Is this Professor Quirrell fascinated by ghosts?How could he agree to use his own soul to nourish other souls in such a sinister way?Uh, he has been possessed by a ghost, and he is indeed fascinated by a ghost...

He kept his posture under the desk thinking about countermeasures. What should he do now? If he acts rashly or is a little careless, Professor Quirrell's soul will also dissipate... Unless, let that snake face give up the container of Professor Quirrell by himself In this way, I am afraid that I can take good care of it, and it will not be a problem to survive, but my body is a little weaker than ordinary people.

But how could that snake-faced ghost give up so easily?Professor Quirrell's body is rotten, no matter how much garlic is used to cover it up, it still can't stop the stench from his body... I'd better go back and ask my uncle to see if he has any better way.

Triton, who was silent as soon as he got under the desk, finally caught the attention of Draco, who had been poisoned by garlic but still stubbornly kept a trace of clarity: "Triton? Are you okay?"

He was gently pushed by Draco, and then he was embarrassed to realize that he was lost in the desk, and he straightened his back and wanted to back out—"Boom!"

Triton, who wanted to cry without tears, put on a dignified and serious study face against the attention of the classmates who were attracted by the noise he made, but it really hurts QAQ.

Draco couldn't help but curled his lips and reached out to rub the head of the embarrassed Triton, now he was fully awake. "I'm sure you're probably not doing well."

Shani, who also briefly woke up from the garlic nightmare, looked at the big bulge on Triton's head in confusion: "The method is so drastic? In fact, you don't have to embarrass yourself so much, just bear it. It's just that I'm afraid I won't be able to look directly at it for a long time." Garlic, let alone eating it, would make me think I was eating Professor Quirrell's head..."

The faces of the remaining two people instantly turned blue because of unconscious associations.

When the little snakes and eaglets were finally freed from the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, they were no different from the eggplants beaten by Shuang.

"I must write to my dad! Ask him to send a medical certificate to the school proving my allergy to garlic! Defense Against the Dark Arts is a complete nightmare!" Draco walked on the road with a broken face, and his feet were flimsy. Insist on going back to the dormitory to take a shower before going to the next class.

Seeing that there was enough rest time between classes, the little snakes responded to Master Malfoy's call one after another.

"Actually, I think that if you ignore his stuttering, Professor Quirrell's lecture is still very pertinent..."

A timid voice sounded from behind them.

Triton looked back at the female classmate who spoke, and found that he had no impression.

"I am Pansy Parkinson." The dark-haired girl introduced herself.

Parkinson's?Triton didn't expect to meet someone with this surname, although no one in the wizarding world knew Parkinson's syndrome, a disease that was very popular in the Muggle world.

Draco glanced at the youngest daughter of the Parkinson family with disinterest, "Maybe your nose has lost its function?"

Seeing that Draco was actually talking to her, Pansy blushed slightly, "I really didn't smell it because I caught a cold yesterday."

All the Slytherins: "..."

Only Triton didn't focus on this, he pulled Shani beside him, and asked him in a low voice: "Why does she blush when Draco talks to her?"

Shani: "..."

Small theater, don't have too many black hair in HP.

Harry: "Me."

James: "Follow me, son, haha."

Sirius: "Follow me one more."

Snape: "... stupid dog."

Qiu Zhang: "...Hi, professor." Why am I standing behind the professor with tears in my eyes QAQ!

Pansy: "..."

Voldemort: "Tremble, wizards!"

Professor McGonagall: "Student, be reserved."

Hagrid: "Hello, senior. Hello upstairs, Harry!"

Lee Jordan: "It is said that my hairstyle is black Jamaican dreadlocks, so my hair should be black."

Big Crouch: "..."

Crouch Jr.: "Don't put me with my father!"

Regulus: "Hello."

Victor Klum: "I don't know, my eyebrows are said to be black."

——To sum up, Rowling, the dream master, must be a Chinese fan, haha.

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