[HP] look at you

The sorting hat was worn on her head for too long, facing the gaze of the people below, Hermione was a little nervous, and kept urging in her heart: Hurry up, hurry up...

The voice of the sorting hat murmured in her heart: "This is really difficult, little girl, you make me hesitate in Gryffindor and Ravencrow."

Hermione thought: "I'm going to the best college, the best, the best..."

"All colleges are the same, no one is better."

Hermione: "Anything then! Quick! One! Click!"

The Sorting Hat deliberated unhurriedly: "Hmm...let me think about it..."

Hermione really wanted to take the hat off and step on it!

Eventually, she was sorted to Ravenclaw.

She let out a long breath of relief, and ran quickly to the Ravenclaw table.

"Don't worry about it." After Hermione sat down, a girl across from her smiled and comforted her flushed face, "The Sorting Hat is getting old, and occasionally gets confused."

This is a beautiful girl of Asian descent, with a gentle temperament that is very different from the people around her, and she is also very gentle when she speaks, which makes people feel good about her.

"Thanks, uh..."

"Qiu Zhang, you can just call me Qiu, which means Autumn."

"A beautiful name."

Hermione had a brief chat with this Ravenclaw second-year senior, and when everyone was sorted into houses and Headmaster Dumbledore announced dinner, she couldn't help but keep looking at the teacher's desk.

Then he quickly selected the target he was looking for.

No one will be mistaken.

A young man wearing a black coat, a dark gray three-piece suit, and a silver-gray satin tie. It is difficult to judge his age just from his appearance.He has an indifferent and sharp temperament, and seems to be somewhat unpredictable. Although his expression is light, not even as cold and rigid as Professor McGonagall next to him, he has a daunting aura.

This is definitely not someone who likes you just because you have good grades.thought Hermione slightly dejectedly.

The young lady sitting next to him was so beautiful that it made people's eyes shine. She was wearing a light gray woolen skirt, a gray blue wool cloak, and a royal blue silk scarf around her neck. She was elegantly and chicly dressed.

Her self-confidence can be seen in talking and laughing, but she is not domineering or coquettish. Hermione feels that none of the movie stars she has seen on TV before has her unique charm and temperament.

Sure enough, it was Mr. Snape and Ms. Orpington—although they were husband and wife, no one would call her Mrs. Snape.

This made Hermione admire her even more.

Eyes shifted from Ms. Orpington to the person she was talking to, a younger man - or was it a boy?He has a baby face full of childishness, and the delicate face and honey-colored skin of the mixed race make him particularly noticeable.

It can be seen that he is quite close to Ms. Orpington, and compared with Mr. Snape on the other side, he is a little distant.

This is also a professor?Too young.

Hermione couldn't help asking Qiu, Qiu nodded and said, "He's Professor Talaska who just came last year. He is in charge of teaching divination. He is from the United States. He is a good friend of the two professors in the United States."

She believed that he was a good friend of Professor Orpington, but Professor Snape... no matter how he looked at it, he looked like he didn't know each other, was a stranger, and didn't like it.

After understanding the expression on Hermione's face, Qiu smiled and said, "Professor Snape, well, this is the character, you will know it later."

"How old is Professor Taraska?"

"Three years younger than Professor Orpington, they should be 28 years old."

Hermione couldn't believe it.He looks the most!And Professor Orpington looked less than 25 years old.

"Normally, wizards are a bit older than Muggles, so they look younger," Qiu explained.

After returning to the dormitory, Hermione was so nervous that she couldn't fall asleep, so she had to take out the textbook and preview it again.The next morning, at the Ravenclaw table, she learned that Gryffindor had been deducted points last night-a flashing red light flashed from the ruby ​​hourglass to show that there were no extra gems Deductible sad truth.

"It's a good thing I didn't go to Gryffindor." Hermione exhaled, "otherwise I would go crazy seeing this scene."

The three things she fears most in life: failing grades, violating school rules and being reprimanded by teachers.

Qiu chuckled and said, "If you can't stand the point deduction, then you should really be glad you didn't go to Gryffindor."

Hermione asked, "What do you mean?"

"It means—" she shrugged, "Look at the Gryffindor table, everyone's expression is very flat."

Hermione took a closer look and found that it was indeed the case. Almost no one paid much attention to the blinking scoring hourglass, except for a red-haired boy wearing glasses with a tense expression.

She noticed that Harry, whom she had met on the train, and the round-faced boy next to him almost buried their heads in the cereal plate, and a pair of red-haired twins laughed and said something next to them.

Could it be Harry...?

Hermione couldn't believe it.Because judging from yesterday's contact, Harry is a good-natured boy with a gentle temper and a sense of justice—it cannot be denied that she has a good impression of Harry who has defended her.

If it was really him who was deducted points... there might be some special reason.Hermione justified him mentally.

"Being deducted points is an irresistible fate for Gryffindor."

"It's not written in Hogwarts: A History."

"Perhaps it is because the duration of this fate depends on how long Professor Snape has been in office."

Hermione: "..." It's dangerous.

"This guy," Draco snorted lightly, "he should be thankful that the professor doesn't teach the lower grades, otherwise the points in one of their colleges wouldn't be enough for him to deduct."

"You should be thankful that Professor Snape called you away last night, otherwise there will be a Slytherin added to the points deducted." Pansy clearly pointed out the facts.

Draco insisted, "...I rejected his proposal decisively before that."

"Oh, really?"

"..." In fact, he was a little moved when Harry told him.

Draco refused to speak to her again.

He knows that his dreams and the reality he lives in are two very different worlds.The father in the dream had worries lingering between his brows, and behind his straight spine was a desperation of no choice. In the dream, the mother was in a panic, unable to maintain her proud decency.

He tried his best to separate dreams from reality, but sometimes he was inevitably affected.

For example, sometimes he regards Harry as a close friend, and sometimes he can't help but feel resentful and hostile towards him in his heart.He knew that Pansy was not the arrogant, vicious, willful little girl in the dream, and subconsciously thought that they should have a more special and secret relationship as in the dream...

Although the fragments in the dream were intermittent and chaotic, they were extremely logical, which made him examine himself unavoidably.If it was really him, forced to such a desperate situation, what choice would he make?

Or, if what he thinks is the real world is actually the fantasy dream of the lonely and painful him, is he willing to wake up?

"Draco?"

Draco came back to his senses, looked at Pansy with faintly concerned eyes, subconsciously hid all hesitation and confusion, and said lazily: "Hogwarts house elves are not as good at breakfast as Malfoy manor."

Pan Xi was silent for a while, "You really don't have to force yourself to adapt, you can choose to drop out."

Draco: "..." The Pansy in the dream who listened to him was cuter.

After eating their first breakfast at Hogwarts, all the freshmen officially started their magic learning career.

Draco has a dream bonus, and he seems to learn everything very quickly. He can answer questions that he hasn't previewed in the textbook, and he can skillfully cast the spell he practiced for the first time.But he doesn't feel elated because it adds to his sense of imbalance.

It seems that since entering Hogwarts, he has accelerated his integration with another self.

It frightened him.

But he's even mastered the ability to hide his emotions without a teacher, and he can still joke with Harry as if nothing had happened.

"We actually only have one Potions class together." Harry sat in the front row, turned around and chatted on Draco's desk, "You probably don't have any class this afternoon, why don't you go and play with Ollie?" ?”

Draco was a little moved, "Is Ollie at school today?"

Harry smiled smugly, "I asked Ollie for the class schedule."

"But," Draco said slowly, "you also know Professor Snape's class schedule?" In case the two of them have no classes in the afternoon, will they come to find Leng Yan?

Harry's smile froze.

Seeing that bright and bright face quickly dimmed, Draco actually felt an inexplicable joy in his heart, and he was startled when he realized this emotion.

After calming down, he said, "I'll ask her on SOME after class. If it doesn't work, we can go to the Quidditch pitch to watch the team practice."

Harry became happy again, "I can start flying lessons next week, and my dad said he will give me a Nimbus 2000 next year."

Halfway through the conversation, the class bell rang. Before Harry could turn around, he saw a slender figure striding forward with the hem of his clothes fluttering and the flames extinguished one by one.

At that moment, it was like the gate of hell opened, and the devil messenger appeared in the world.

"Discussing things that have nothing to do with the course during class time." The cold wind brushed his arms and blew through the aisle, and the demon from hell had already walked onto the podium while speaking, "Ten points deducted from Gryffindor."

Draco glared at him, and Harry sat up straight quickly, shouting frantically in his heart: Isn't Professor Slughorn in charge of the first-year Potions class?

While fiddling with the developing device, Snape said, "Professor Slughorn has something to do today, and I'll take over as a substitute. I'm very bad at getting along with empty-headed idiots like you. I hope you will strictly follow my instructions. , don't challenge my lack of patience."

After speaking, Snape suddenly called his name, "Potter."

With a "thump" in his heart, Harry stood up quickly, "Yes, first...professor."

Snape looked at him expressionlessly, "What would happen if you add daffodil bulb powder to absinthe sap?"

Harry thought for a while, "It will become a powerful sleeping pill, called the Water of Death."

He secretly rejoiced that he had a mother who was very good at potions, and she also had very high requirements for his studies. He had already memorized "A Thousand Examples of Witchcraft Herbs and Fungi" last year.

"Sit down." Snape snorted softly, unable to say whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, and called Draco instead, "Malfoy, if I asked you to find a stomach stone, where would you find it?"

Draco replied unhurriedly: "In the stomach of the sheep, Professor, it is the nemesis of many poisons and can be used as an antidote."

Snape nodded. "Correct answer, five points for Slytherin."

Harry: "..." If he hadn't dared to, he could now swear on thirty inches of parchment.

"Weasley."

Ron, who was sitting in front of Harry, stood up in a panic.

"Aconitum aconitum and Aconitum chamaejasma, what's the difference between them?"

Harry could clearly see that Ron's back was stiffened into a jagged stone, and that his neck and ears exposed outside his school uniform were as red as his hair.

"I... I don't know, Professor," he stammered.

Harry saw Snape raise his eyebrows slightly, and seemed a little surprised.

He thought of the eldest of the Weasley family, Ron's eldest brother was Snape's assistant, and his third brother Percy was also the prefect of Gryffindor, maybe Mr. Snape thought his grades would be good.

But Harry, who had been in the same class with Ron in the wizarding primary school, knew that he was not only mediocre, but also didn't work very hard. They satirized him a few words, and the two had a very unpleasant fight over this.

Even Harry was offended by him - to be fair, he didn't say a word at the time.

Just when Harry thought that Mr. Snape would use this to mock Ron, he heard him call Neville's name again, "Longbottom, do you know?"

Neville, who was sitting next to Harry, said nervously, "Maybe...maybe...there's no difference?"

Snape snorted, "Are you asking me?" Without waiting for Neville to say anything else, he sped up his speech, "Sit down, Parkinson. Say it."

Pansy next to Draco stood up calmly, with a soft voice, "There is no difference, professor, they are the same plant, collectively called aconite."

Harry had a toothache when he heard her talking like that, and he didn't know why, Pansy just liked to put on a cute and gentle look, but she pretended to be a little careless, as if it was just for perfunctory.

He didn't quite understand her psychology - maybe Draco did.

"Correct answer, two points for Slytherin."

Harry: "..." That's too much.

Snape concluded with a sneer: "I probably know what level of idiot I will face in three years time—but if you know how to take notes, I don't have no expectations for your future."

In an instant, there was a rustling sound of flipping through notebooks in the classroom.

It is estimated that all the Gryffindors in this classroom have no expectations for the scene they will face in three years.thought Harry.

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Why are there so few comments on the previous chapter →_→

Because there is no Ollie and the professor's sugar?

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