The leader of HP arrives

"Kaka-"

The aftermath of a night's hangover could only be severe headaches and dizziness, and even then, years of habit drove the potions master out of his lethargy and opened his eyes.

"Kaka, bring the refreshing potion here." Severus knocked off the bedside table and ordered hoarsely, but the house elf who was always on call didn't show up, which made him a little surprised.

"Mr. Snape." When the belated thud sounded, Severus had already left the bedroom and opened the glass door of the potions cabinet.There was a scar on Kaka's green face, and some faint blood was still hanging on his chin, but the morning prepared was already on the tray in his hand.

"What happened?" Severus had been conflicted about the house-elf.Kaka is a house-elf belonging to that adult, and Kaka's existence reminds him of his betrayal all the time. If Kaka hadn't secretly taken the dozen potions from Snape's old house back then, maybe he would have lost his life in the future. Nothing will happen—Harry Potter will not be born as prophesied, he will not believe in the plot of the blood, and the master will not—there are not many ways to forcefully expel a house-elf, except for giving clothes, It is to take their lives, and even just order Kaka to jump into the Black Lake, and it will drown itself in the icy water of the Black Lake.This order had lingered on the tip of his tongue countless times, but Severus finally swallowed it back.

"It's the filthy and mean house-elves at Hogwarts who want to stop Kaka from preparing breakfast for the great heir of Slytherin." Kaka muttered, reaching down the tray and frying oatmeal and bacon on it. Putting the eggs on the table, "These lowly fellows, how could Kaka allow them to send these poor-quality food to the table of the great Slytherin Highness—dirty—"

The aroma of oatmeal overflowed, and the stomach after a hangover faithfully responded to it, and the faint scent of mint in it made the index finger move, which made Severus stunned for a moment.This was not the usual breakfast pattern at Hogwarts. The Potions Master, who had spent ten years at Hogwarts Castle, was already familiar with the Hogwarts menu.I am used to adding mint leaves to oatmeal, and I am used to using cooked fried eggs with bacon. Ten years ago, I slandered the unconventional breakfast taste of Voldemort Manor countless times——

That adult really returned to England, really returned to Hogwarts, and really appeared in front of him——

Severus' fingers trembled involuntarily, and the delicate spoon slipped from his fingers, hitting the ground with a series of light sounds.In the cold cellar in the early morning at Hogwarts, the world-famous Potions professor squatted on the floor like a child, holding his shoulders and weeping silently.

On the other side away from the Slytherin dungeon, Harry Potter is also experiencing the first difficulty in his magical life.

"Sorry, Professor Quirrell—"

"What, what's the matter, Mr. Potter?" The sudden voice made Quirrell's wand pause for a moment, he shook his wrist and put the wand back into his sleeve, put on a submissive smile and turned around, "Morning, Good morning, Mr Weasley. I, I think you should, by now, be in class—”

"We're lost. Do you know the direction of the Transfiguration classroom, Professor Quirrell." Quirrell stammered out words, which made the two little wizards feel anxious for him, and Ron had to interrupt Quirrell Luo's voice, "We're going to be late."

"If——it's Dean McGonagall's class, the class, I think, it's on the left, the corridor on the left, go straight, don't turn—" Quirrell blinked his eyes a few times, and finally finished the sentence with difficulty , pointed to the corridor behind him.

"Thank you, Professor Quirrell." The two little wizards hurried to the corridor as if they were pardoned. No one noticed the flashing look of inquiry in Quirrell's eyes, let alone Defense Against the Dark Arts. The position where the art professor stood was the entrance to the restricted area on the third floor.But despite this, Harry and Ron were late. Professor McGonagall's superb Animagus transformation made the two little wizards very interested in the course of transformation, but the introduction course of transformation followed quickly It dampens the enthusiasm of most young wizards.

Mag waved his wand, and a match appeared in front of every little wizard.The first lesson of Hogwarts Transfiguration course that has not changed for a hundred years: matches become needles.

For hundreds of years, Hogwarts has used Transfiguration as the first lesson for new students, largely to accommodate the progress of Muggle wizards and half-blood wizards.The biggest difficulty of Transfiguration lies in how to control one's own magic power, and then finely change the objects that need to be transformed. For most little wizards who have never tried to release spells, this is the first step to lead them into the magical world. .

Of course, this is only for most little wizards, and the Slytherin snakes easily completed this challenge.The corners of McGonagall's eyes twitched, and the platinum-gold embroidery needles on Draco's desk profoundly revealed the huge gap between the freshmen in Slytherin and the freshmen in Gryffindor this year.In the courses of previous years, most of the students have to deform such flawless embroidery needles in the third class.Of course she knew the reason. According to Dumbledore, the "Marrow Washing Sutra" could greatly increase the wizard's upper limit of magic power and at the same time exercise the wizard's control over magic power. Malfoy was one of the first Death Eaters who got this notebook.

"Concentrate, wave your wand, and cast a spell." McGonagall emphasized again, and reached out to snuff out the lit match in front of Neville, "You did a good job, Mr. Malfoy, and Slytherin added 2 for this." point."

"It seems that Harry Potter is nothing more than that." Draco hooked the corner of his lower lip, and looked at Harry's table with a strained chin. The latter's match was still lying on the table, but Hermione The match has been given a metallic tint.

"Damn Slytherin." Harry muttered in a low voice, but the encounter in the Muggle primary school had tempered the little wizard's endurance, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he waved his wand vigorously, standing on the table. There was a small hole in it.

This frustration continued throughout the week, until it finally reached its climax in Potions class on Friday afternoon.The Potions classroom was arranged near the entrance of the Slytherin cellar. A few magic candles were lit in the cold and dim classroom. As the Potions professor strode in, the curtains were automatically drawn tight, and the door was also tightly closed. Close the door to lock out the last breath of cold air.The potion classroom was soon immersed in the strong smell of medicinal materials.

Severus glanced around at the freshmen in the classroom, his eyes lingered for a while on the unique platinum hair color of the Malfoy family, and finally settled on Harry Potter.It was a face resembling James Potter, except for the green pupils that confirmed that he was Lily's son, there was not even any trace of Lily left on Harry's body.Not worth it at all, not worth betraying his master for a Potter heir, not worth betraying Slytherin for such a boy.Severus took a deep breath, reached out and gripped his wand, turned sharply and walked up to the podium.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making, and since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I do not expect you to really grasp There is white smoke coming out of the slow-simmering cauldron, and the beauty of bursts of fragrance wafting out. You will not really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their wills blurred... I can teach you how Raise your reputation, brew your glory, even prevent death - but only if you're not one of the dumb fools I've come across so often."

This opening remark has been used for ten years. The Potion Master's voice was cold and deep, echoing hollowly in the classroom, and seemed to be deeply engraved into the depths of every little wizard's mind.Draco stared slightly at the man on the podium, the betrayer of Slytherin. He had heard this name more than once, but he couldn't figure out the deep meaning in his father's tone.The Potions Master had a pair of black pains, which looked indifferent and hollow in the dim candlelight, just like his voice.

"Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Platinum Family—" Severus read the names on the roster in a somber tone, which almost made people shudder, "Harry Potter, of course, this is our new The savior, the famous man, Dumbledore's golden boy—"

"Potter." Severus' eyes flickered and his cheeks tightened, which made him look even more sullen and terrifying, "What would I get if I added daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion? Of course, you don't know .Then I want you to find a piece of bezoar for me, where will you find it? What is the difference between Aconitum acanthus and Aconitum chamaejasma?"

"Looks like fame isn't everything." The terrified look on Harry's face gave Severus a rush of vengeance, but the potions master soon realized that he was just taking his anger out on the innocent boy.Regardless of prophecies, bloodlines, betrayals, and conspiracy, none of them could be controlled by that newly born baby back then.

"Sit down, Miss Granger." The pleasure of revenge quickly turned into a kind of self-spitting regret, the potions master turned his face and glanced at the girl who was about to poke his arm into his face, "Because of you One point from Gryffindor for your ignorance."

"Dear father, I have been at Hogwarts for a week. Today I met our Potions professor, the Slytherin principle, Professor Snape. He is a sullen and terrible man, and I think he has Haven't washed my hair in days, because when he threatened Longbottom to throw him out of the classroom, a few strands of hair even stuck to his cheek."

"In addition, we have a ridiculous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Professor Quirrell always stutters, so that he can't finish three pages of textbooks for a whole class. I'm already in the godfather's office I met Professor Quirrell twice to ask the godfather for spells. I doubt why Principal Dumbledore hired such a wizard. Are the rumors that the godfather cursed this position true? Speaking of the godfather, magic training The elective class is scheduled for next Monday afternoon, which I am very much looking forward to."

Lucius raised his eyebrows and reached out to turn over a page of parchment. The surname Quirrell seemed familiar, but he was not sure whether Dumbledore would hire a half-blood wizard who had never graduated from Hogwarts as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. .Appearing in the master's office twice made the corners of Lucius' mouth slightly curled up. Any wizard who dared to peek at the Malfoy family's treasures would have to pay a corresponding price.

"Harry Potter is just a titular idiot. He and that Weasley family henchman can't even conjure a complete embroidery needle. Next Monday's duel, I will teach that who betrayed the dignity of the pure-blood family The Weasley wizard. Finally, the godfather promised me to use the Nimbus 2000 if I could join the Quidditch team. I have fulfilled our agreement every day for a week, and I will go to the godfather tonight to say good night, so I also hope to get the agreed reward as soon as possible so that I can participate in the Quidditch trials. Love you, Drake."

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