[HP] look at you

1991. 9, 1

It's another school year, whether it's Muggles or Hogwarts.

On platform nine and three-quarters, there was a huge crowd of students coming to school and parents seeing them off, as well as various owls and pets.

Hermione Granger bid farewell to her parents, and squeezed into the train with her suitcase.

When going up the steps, the person behind pushed her, and she almost fell down. Fortunately, the person in front blocked her, but the person in front also staggered.

"Sorry, I didn't stand firm..." Hermione apologized hastily.

"It's okay." The person in front turned his head and stretched out his hand, "Do you need help?"

"Oh, thanks." Hermione took her hand and walked up.

After getting into the train, the two of them didn't have time to talk, they pushed back through the crowd all the way, and finally found an empty box and sat in it.

"Huh—" The two breathed a sigh of relief together and looked at each other and laughed.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, and my parents are Muggles—I've read "Hogwarts: A School History", and I know that people in the wizarding world call people who don't have magic that way." Herr Min held out her hand.

"Hello." The girl with black hair and short ears with beautiful eyebrows reached out and shook her lightly, and said gently and friendlyly, "I'm Pansy Parkinson, and my parents...are both wizards."

Hermione cheered up immediately, "Then you—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. A boy poked his head in and said happily, "Pansy, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Pansy smiled. "Hi Harry, I was just looking for you on the platform."

The black-haired, blue-eyed, outstanding-looking boy sat next to Pansy, and glanced curiously at Hermione, "This is it?"

"Hermione Granger, I just met." Pansy introduced the two of them, "This is Harry Potter, my good friend."

"Then I guess your parents were wizards too?" said Hermione sharply.

Harry nodded with a smile, "Yes, but my mother's parents were also Muggles."

"By the way, I..." Hermione wanted to ask a question again, and the door was knocked again, she looked over with a little sullenness, and then her eyes flickered.

A boy with brilliant platinum-blond hair and a delicate face that was even brighter than his hair stood at the door, looking at them with a weird expression, and said lazily, "Can I come in?"

"Of course." Harry rolled his eyes, "Come on in, Master Draco, or are you waiting for us to say 'please'?"

The boy named Draco walked in slowly, as if walking in his own garden.

He stood by the table, looked at Hermione, then at Harry.

Harry stood up angrily and moved to sit next to Hermione, while Draco sat down next to Pansy.

Hermione's expression was a little embarrassed, and Harry comforted her, "Don't worry, he is such a character who needs to be beaten. If it weren't for his father and Ollie, his face would have been swollen from the beating."

Draco snorted, turned to Pansy without looking at the two people opposite him, "Who sent you here?"

"Mr. Lupine."

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me on the platform?"

"Too many people."

Seeing the two of them chatting, Harry looked at Hermione in order to ease the atmosphere, "What did you want to say just now?"

Hermione hesitated, then said, "Do you know Severus Snape and Olivia Orpington?"

There was a moment of silence in the box, and all three of them stared at her.

Hermione was a little nervous, "I... I read in "Hogwarts: A School History" that the two of them teamed up to defeat Voldemort, but the specific method was not detailed. I'm a little curious."

"Of course," Draco on the opposite side laughed, with an unclear tone, "You should be curious."

Enraged, Hermione stood up suddenly, staring at him with wide eyes, her fluffy hair seemed to explode, like a lion cub.

"What do you mean? Is there something wrong with me? Or should I exit this box so as not to prevent the three of you from talking?"

"Hey, hey, Hermione, don't be angry." Harry waved his hands hastily, and glared at Draco again, "I told you, I'm going to beat you up if you talk so weirdly again, whoever you are Reason, can you control your own emotions?"

Pansy even slapped Draco on the head directly, making a loud crisp sound, and then apologized to Hermione, "Sorry, we're not joking with you, he just really deserves a beating."

Hermione was stunned for a moment, looked at Draco who was rubbing his head expressionlessly, and asked cautiously: "Could it be that...he has a mental illness?"

Both Pansy and Harry snorted.

Draco stared at Hermione coldly, "I advise you to be careful with your words, Miss Granger."

Hermione was not at all timid, she puffed her chest out and said, "You are the one who should pay attention to your words and deeds, you... how do you know my name is Granger?" It seems that after he came in, they didn't introduce her name?

Draco paused, leaned back, and turned his head away from looking at her, "Your voices are so loud, you can hear them outside the door."

Hermione looked at him suspiciously.

Harry, who had always been the peacemaker, stood up again and changed the subject, "It just so happens that we both know the two people you mentioned, or they are our acquaintances."

Hermione immediately put aside her personal conflicts and looked at Harry with curious eyes.

Harry smiled and said, "Ollie and Mr. Snape are good friends of my mother, since they first entered Hogwarts."

"If you really want to know," Draco stepped down to himself in his lazy tone, "Ollie's grandmother was my grandfather's sister, and Ollie was my aunt, Mr. Snape It's my uncle."

Pansy raised her drooping eyes and said calmly: "Ms. Orpington is one of the founders of the orphanage where I am, and also the founder of the wizarding primary school we attend."

"Oh, sorry, I don't know..."

"You don't need to apologize, it's not something hard to say." Pansy interrupted her, with a smile on her face again, "You seem to have previewed all the books?"

Hermione nodded confidently, "Actually, more than once, after all, I am too curious about the wizarding world. I also read the wizarding primary school you mentioned. It was founded by Ms. Orpington five years ago. Before that, the wizarding world had no Elementary school?"

Harry said: "Yes, usually tutors are hired, or some parents tutor themselves, and there are also some small-scale nursery classes. However, everyone's levels are uneven, and it will also have a negative impact on entering Hogwarts. influence, so Ollie wanted to build a systematic school."

Hermione couldn't help sighing, "Ms. Orpington is really great. Of course, so is Mr. Snape. He has improved a lot of potions and invented many spells. After receiving the notice from Hogwarts, I have been thinking about it." Looking forward to getting into Hogwarts and seeing them."

Harry's expression suddenly turned subtle, "Perhaps, you should wait until the sorting is over before looking forward to it."

Draco glanced at Hermione, "Must be a Gryffindor."

However, Hermione didn't go to Gryffindor, she was sorted into Ravenclaw.

"You're wrong." Pansy whispered, sitting on the long Slytherin table.

Draco's face was not very good, and his tone was a bit harsh, "Obviously, I'm not a prophet, I'm just a third-rate liar."

Pan Xi forked a piece of fruit unmoved, and said coldly, "Don't lose your temper with me." At this time, she changed from the kind and gentle persona on the train, and appeared a little indifferent.

Draco held his breath, then sighed, "Sorry, Pansy, I couldn't help myself."

Pansy turned to look at him, with a hint of concern, "Have you had nightmares again recently?"

"Not recently, but every day." Draco looked gloomy.

Pansy paused, and suggested, "Maybe you should go to Ms. Orpington and Mr. Snape."

Draco couldn't help but looked at the professor's long table, just met Olivia's gaze, and subconsciously smiled coquettishly at her, in exchange for a winking smile.

Then he turned his head and saw Pan Xi's disgusted face.

"..." Draco coughed embarrassingly, and said nonchalantly, "Today is Ollie's birthday, so I will not disturb the world of the two of them, and I will go find them tomorrow."

However, when everyone was returning to their dorms after dinner, Snape stopped Draco in the common room and took him to his office.

Olivia was also there. She took off her coat and was sitting on the sofa drinking tea in a gray woolen skirt. When she saw him come in, she pulled him to her side and patted his head.

Draco couldn't help but snuggled into her arms, her good scent always made him feel relaxed, "Olly, I have a headache."

Snape glanced at him, and walked over to the shelves of various bottles and jars to get their contents.

"Have you had frequent dreams recently?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, "I saw that man again, that - Voldemort, he did Cruciatus on my father, he ordered me to kill, he told me to kill Harry, I did Less than...then..."

He sneaked a glance at Snape's back, struggling, "I seem to have seen Mr. Snape kill Principal Dumbledore."

Olivia paused as she stroked the hand on Draco's back.

At this moment Snape came over and handed Draco a few bottles of potion, "One drop in this bottle before going to bed, once every three days, and the other bottle is sprinkled in the dormitory every day."

Draco took it with both hands, respectfully said: "Okay, thank you Mr. Snape."

"Call me Professor at school."

"Yes, Professor."

Olivia rubbed Draco's soft hair again, and comforted, "Don't think too much, it's not a fantasy, nor a prophecy, it might just be a projection of a certain world, or a branch of some kind of future. Feeling this means that you are special, although it is a bit troublesome, but it proves that you are different, doesn't it?"

This explanation was obviously more convincing and joyful than his mother's nightmare, at least it relieved a lot of Draco's troubles.

It was Snape who saw him when he went back.

The two walked silently on the road leading to the cellar, it was already late, the castle was quiet and dark, only the sound of their staggered footsteps.

I don't know if Pansy is asleep. Do you want to send her a message on SOME after you go back?

"In your dream," Snape said suddenly, startling Draco, who was distracted, "you saw me?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Where's Olivia?"

Draco was also a little confused, "I don't know, I've never seen her—I didn't seem to have such an aunt in my dream."

Snape fell silent again.

Draco could feel that he was not in a good mood, and carefully added, "Maybe, I will dream about it later, my dream is not very coherent."

Snape gave a faint "hmm".

"If you dream, come and tell me," he said.

"Yes." No, he had to tell Ollie first.

The author has something to say:

The sub-generation has begun, here is a group portrait essay, which will be written from the perspective of different people.

Ollie and the professor will only mention it sideways, not the center of gravity anymore, so it may not be so sweet. Chapter 1 may be a bit confusing, but it will be fine later.

Don't substitute people from the sub-era into the original work, basically everyone has changed.

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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, why do I have to write such troublesome things again!Can I end the episode before National Day?

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