[HP] look at you

All four of them were obsessed with studying in one afternoon, only three to be exact.

Olivia finished the report early in the morning - she even finished the homework for the Transfiguration class that hadn't started yet.

In the eyes of the other three people, "Where did you come from?", she found a book about ancient runes and helped them answer their questions while flipping through it.

Olivia felt extremely painful watching them write papers. She sincerely suggested that Hogwarts should set up an English class, so that these little kids who have just graduated from primary school can learn vocabulary and grammar well—Mary even made it a little more complicated. clauses will not be used.

I really don't know whether this is tormenting the students or the professor.

She glanced at Snape's parchment, then leaned her head to point: "Here, and here, too colloquial. When writing a paper, you need to use formal sentences."

"Yeah." Snape didn't look up, and directly scribbled on the parchment.

When night fell, the other three had also completed their first drafts and fell down on the table in relief.

"Ah, I'm starving. I feel like I could eat a whole roast chicken." Lily rubbed her stomach.

"Let's go to dinner first, and we can go to the lounge to transcribe in the evening." Mary suggested.

Olivia and Snape had no objections, so the four of them packed up their things and headed to the restaurant together.

"I think we can set up a study group." Xueba Lili suddenly thought, "It's just like in school before."

Mary immediately raised her hand in agreement.

Snape looked at Olivia, then at Lily who looked expectant, turned his head and silently raised his hand.

This perverted bastard!Olivia rolled her eyes.

"So, is there still room for me to speak?"

"You have the right to free speech," Lily said seriously, "but we follow the principle of the minority obeying the majority."

She sighed helplessly: "Okay." Anyway, this study group composed of Gryffindor and Slytherin does not know how long it will last.

Soon, the four-person study group ushered in the first blow.

Potions class on Thursday was Gryffindor and Slytherin together, and everyone felt a very different tension than usual when they entered the classroom.Only Olivia was still relaxed, and waved hello when she saw Lily.

Lily didn't notice that the people in the advanced classroom were divided into two distinct sides, and she pulled Mary to sit directly in front of Olivia and Snape.

"Finally we have class together," Lily finally got her wish. "Sev's potions are very powerful, Ollie, did you know that? He memorized everything in the potions textbook before school started."

Snape was a little shy because of Lily's straightforward praise, he coughed twice in embarrassment, but two small dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Olivia glanced at him with a smile: "That's great, I'm really not very good at potions."

Lily doubted: "Really? I thought you were good at everything."

Just as Olivia was about to speak, someone suddenly interrupted her.

"Hey, Evans, you shouldn't be sitting here." A boy with messy hair who looked like he was up early and late and didn't have time to comb his hair stared at her, but he was still good looking despite this.

Olivia glanced at him with interest.

"I think I can decide for myself where I want to sit, Potter," Lily said coldly, scowling.

"With other houses, of course, but they are Slytherins!"

"Oh yes, Slytherin," repeated the other dark-haired boy next to him in a strange tone.

Their tone angered the rest of Slytherin, several boys stood up suddenly, and one of them sneered: "Look who this is, the pure-blood traitor who was sent a roaring letter by the Black family, listen to you The cousin said that your leg will be broken when you go home this semester?"

Olivia remembered that the person who spoke seemed to be called Avery, and the cousin he was talking about should be Narcissa.

Moore Saibo next to him added: "Maybe he will be kicked out of the family, just like his uncle."

Sirius, who was being attacked, looked meaningless: "If broken legs are the price of escaping from Slytherin, I think I would be very happy. After all, I can't stand another second of your pretentiousness."

James next to him immediately grabbed his neck and acted as if he was suffocating.

Looking at them, Snape couldn't help making a disgusted and disgusted expression, and clicked his tongue lightly.

When James heard it, he immediately raised his eyebrows and changed his target, "And you, you..."

Olivia, who had been watching quietly, kicked the leg of the table, and the moved table hit James' stomach lightly and heavily, interrupting his words.

"Potter is also a family with a long history." She said lightly, "No matter what ideas you insist on, you should also have the most basic etiquette. Please don't spit out any uneducated words from your mouth. If you really want to If you want to take this minimal respect as a posturing..."

She shrugged, with a helpless look on her face, "Then I'm sorry."

James was stunned by the non-soft and hard words, and he subconsciously looked at Sirius, who was also a little surprised and couldn't help him for the time being.

Lupine behind him took the opportunity to gently tug at him: "Class is about to start, let's go back and sit down first."

The two were pulled away by Lupine one by one.

Olivia reluctantly pulled the table back to its original position, and when she looked up, she saw two girls holding their faces together, looking at her with respect and admiration, as if they were looking at a warrior who had slain a dragon.

"You just—"

"Awesome!"

She also pressed their heads one by one and turned back: "Professor Slughorn is here, ready for class."

"Majestic." Snape rarely praised her.

Olivia felt a little bored: "Victory is nothing."

She was actually too lazy to participate in this kind of spitting battle, but seeing that Snape was about to be affected, she couldn't help but get sidetracked since she had a relatively high initial liking for him.

She glanced at Snape, who was excited because he had the upper hand. The future is gloomy, mean, and unpredictable, and he is just a childish child at this moment.

Olivia felt emotional for a while, and immediately frowned in disgust when she saw the messy medicinal materials on the table.

"Scabies potion." She knew what to do when she saw dried nettles and porcupine quills.

"Is this what you said you're not good at?" Snape skillfully and precisely ground the snake's teeth into fine and uniform froth.

Olivia took the knife and cut the dried nettles repeatedly, as if she was chopping down a tree.

"Of course I will do the simplest one."

She practiced it countless times when she was studying potions at home. For a while, she even suspected that she had hives, and she felt uncomfortable when she saw dried nettles.

She doesn't care if the cuts are good or bad, she just throws them into the cauldron and cooks together.

Snape let out an unbearable gasp and reminded her that there was too much water.

"I'm just not very interested in this class." She was stirring the turbid liquid with a disgusting color.

Snape paid close attention to the fire. Although he didn't want to be distracted, he still couldn't help questioning because he felt that his hobbies had been violated: "Why, this is a profound and wonderful course."

"If I need potions, I can buy them. Why bother doing it myself?"

"but……"

"It takes time and energy to cook the potion. Since I can't make it immediately when I need it, why don't I buy the potion I need in advance?"

"A high-quality potion..."

"Oh, of course, the price is more expensive, but considering the energy cost, I think it's more cost-effective to buy the finished product."

Snape was speechless: It sounds so reasonable that I can't refute it.

Olivia herself was careless, but she still had the time to remind him: "You can turn off the fire."

Snape finally knew that Olivia's mouth was extremely lethal to both the enemy and us.

Damn rich!He took a breath and poured the cut porcupine quills into the cauldron, and carefully poured the liquid into a wide-mouthed bottle after it cooled.

Snape raised his hand to signal, and Slughorn came over with a big belly, held up the bottle to observe the state of the liquid, and then praised: "Perfect work, I can't imagine you are doing this for the first time. Slytherin Plus ten."

He saw the bottle in Olivia's hand again, and his expression immediately changed to unsatisfactory: "The speed is fast, and the quality is average." He reluctantly added two affection points.

Lily in front also raised her hand, and his expression was seamlessly connected to appreciation: "Evans' finished product is also very good, and Gryffindor will add ten points."

Slughorn looked in front of the back and patted his stomach contentedly: "Oh, it can be seen that the freshmen this time are all very good, I..."

A scream interrupted the flag he had just set up, and Moore covered his face in pain and bumped wildly, causing the cauldrons of several people around him to be knocked over, triggering a series of exclamations.

"Well, it's always inevitable every year." Slughorn was familiar. "Come on, poor boy, let me take you to the infirmary."

Moore Sebor sobbed loudly: "Someone threw a porcupine quill into my cauldron!" Although he covered his face, he still turned to Gryffindor, "It was thrown from them."

There were boos and jeers from the Gryffindor crowd.

"No matter which one of you, Gryffindor will deduct [-] points for hurting your classmates. When I know who it is, I will lock you up for another week."

Slughorn took his arm and walked forward quickly: "Hurry up lad, or your face will be rotten, and I promise you will hurt even more."

As soon as the professor left, the classroom immediately became noisy.

The rest of the Slytherin students stared at Gryffindor viciously, and Potter laughed loudly and said, "Did you hear that? It's unimaginable that his ugly face is going to be rotten, after all He looks pretty rotten."

The boys behind him laughed in unison.

At this time, a girl in Gryffindor screamed, she hurriedly backed away, but the medicine juice had already been splashed on her arm, and she burst into tears in pain.

Avery unabashedly threw the porcupine quill in his hand, and said with a sneer, "No one can take advantage of Slytherin's hands!"

"mean!"

"Do shameless Slytherins only attack girls?"

Gryffindor was also excited.

Both sides were yelling and cursing at each other, and some even drew out their wands to cast spells.

"What are you doing!"

McGonagall, who should have been called by Slughorn, appeared at the door of the classroom, and she yelled sternly: "I can't believe it, are you going to fight in class? Gryffindor and Slytherin both deduct two very!"

The students were unconvinced and argued with each other, she shook her arm sharply: "If you quarrel again, the two schools will continue to deduct points!"

Olivia watched the farce in front of her speechlessly.

If the magic factor is removed, this scene is actually no different from a fight between junior high school students, but magic is like a gun, held in the hands of a child who is difficult to grasp, can magnify the original quarrel into bloodshed event.

She shook the medicine in her hand and whispered, "This is just the beginning."

Gryffindor and Slytherin's first communal lesson went like this, and it can only be imagined that it will only get worse in the future.

Snape heard her whisper, and he couldn't help looking at Lily, who was frowning, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

At the study meeting that day, Lily complained to Olivia while doing her homework: "Did you know? After class, they actually praised that Potter for doing a good job."

Her eyebrows were raised high in disbelief, and a drop of ink came out of the quill, and Olivia wiped the drop of ink away with quick eyes and hands.

Snape said silently, "Avery has also been confirmed by the prefect."

"If it was in my old school, they would have been caught and sent to a juvenile prison for education and reform for their behavior!" Lily slapped the table angrily, drawing a disapproving glance from Mrs. Blanche.

"The wizarding world is a closed and backward world, and the laws here are not so perfect." Olivia said calmly, "And Potter and Murcyb are relatively equal in status, so neither side will pursue it. If Today it was you who threw the porcupine quill at Malfoy, our sixth grade prefect, and believe me, this matter will not be solved so easily with just deducting points."

Lily was stunned for a moment: "So..." She hesitated, "Malfoy's family is very powerful?"

Olivia noticed that the three of them were all looking at her, and thought that Snape, who knew more about the wizarding world among them, actually knew the surface, so she waved her wand and cast a sound-proof spell to popularize science on them.

"I did a survey. There are about 4000 people in the British wizarding world. Yes, that's it. Wizards have always had difficulty in giving birth. There are no kings and queens in the wizarding world, and naturally there are no nobles. Don't look at Malfoy and want to carry a blood report with him. The book is thrown in your face, but he is not a nobleman, and compared with ordinary wizards, he does not have any privileges and preferential treatment. Then, where is he so complacent and thinks he is superior?"

"Family," Snape blurted out.

"Slytheringa is very good." Olivia said jokingly, "Represented by the Malfoy, Black and other families, there are almost 20 families in the wizarding world that advertise themselves as pure-blood families. I have insisted on this, but until now, I am still one of them. As for pure blood, it means that every member of their family has parents who are wizards. Think about it carefully, in the wizarding world with more than 4000 people, no Marrying Muggles and half-bloods means—”

"Contacts." Lily got through right away.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. Persistence in pure blood is actually to maximize a network of in-laws in the wizarding world, so that the wealth and knowledge accumulated for generations cannot be leaked out. It is also for the sake of, among more and more Muggle wizards, Protect your position."

"Protect?"

"Yes, the cake in the wizarding world is so big. How could those lords who have already occupied the land as kings be willing to share a bite with others. In order to maintain their status and wealth, they naturally have to unite and jointly resist the new emerging forces from outside. power."

"This goes back to what we said before," Olivia habitually scratched on the parchment with a quill, "The status and ability of a pure-blooded family like Malfoy in the wizarding world is that of you outsiders." There is no way for the little wizard to compete. If he is injured, he will contact everyone, including Hogwarts directors, the Ministry of Magic, the Wizengamot, newspapers, etc., and he can contact various forces in the wizarding world to protect himself. And a little Muggle-born wizard like you, Lily, can't even get your parents to go into Hogwarts to protest."

Seeing their ugly faces, she quickly added: "Of course, Principal Dumbledore will not sit idly by, unless irreversible damage is caused, otherwise he will not be kicked out."

Looking at it from another angle, Hogwarts is now Dumbledore's territory. He has a natural home court advantage, and it is difficult for outside forces to work in Hogwarts.

It's the same in the Muggle world, parents are always reluctant to offend their children's teachers too much - not to mention that there is only one wizarding school in the UK, considering that if you want to change schools, you have to go abroad, parents have to admit it.

Both Lily and Mary turned pale, as if they finally realized how weak they were in this strange world.

"But..." Lily, who had an indomitable chivalry by nature, retorted unconvinced, "There will always be more and more Muggle wizards."

According to the trend, it is true.Olivia nodded, and drew key symbols on the parchment.

"So, here lies the contradiction. As you can see today, why there is an indelible gap between Gryffindor and Slytherin, because Gryffindor, headed by the headmaster Dumbledore, represents the core of the emerging forces. Interests, Slytherin..." She was confused for a moment, "represents the interests of the old-school family. The two camps, one has more people, the other has more money, and they will not give in to each other. Before there is an overwhelming winner, the two sides will fight Never stop."

After all, taking people's money is like killing their parents, and the alternation of old and new forces is always fierce and cruel.Coupled with the sudden appearance of a cheating leader in Slytherin, the frog that should have been boiled in warm water desperately resisted, making the process of conforming to the laws of historical development even more radical and crazy.

The three little wizards who had been baptized by new ideas were all buried in deep thought.

Olivia also didn't expect how far-reaching they would be able to think at their current age, but it would be good if they could be vaccinated in advance, so as to save them from being used as guns by others.

After a while, Mary hesitated and said, "So we..." She glanced at Snape carefully, "Are you from the opposite camp? But Olivia, you don't look like those..."

"Me?" Olivia threw down the quill and stretched. Although her dark eyes were dull, there was a faint light. "I will not stand on any side. No matter what I do, it must be because I want to do it, not to obey those so-called righteous or evil assignments."

The author has something to say:

Avery and Moore Saibo are from the two passers-by mentioned in the memories of Rowling's own generation. Are Snape's bad friends?

Contradictory theories about the Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters come from the author, hope it doesn't seem childish ==