if i am not me

"Look, look. It's him."

"Which one?"

"Hey, he has a round face, and he has that scar on his head."

"I can't see it, his hair is blocking it..."

"Hee hee, I accidentally saw it yesterday, it's like lightning!"

The next morning, when Harry, Drake, and Drake's two thousand-year-old followers—Crabbe and Goyle—came to the restaurant, they found countless whispers lingering around them.Of course, all the talk revolved around Neville who was sitting at the Gryffindor table grimacing and eating.

Hearing the annoying humming in his ears, Draco chewed the bread impatiently, and snorted mockingly.The last unpleasant contact with Neville made him not have a good impression of this "Boy Who Lived". Although he was rare without arrogance, domineering and willfulness, he was a brainless brat who was infected by the so-called "justice".Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at Harry, who was enjoying a delicious breakfast beside him, wondering how his new friend would react to these rumors?Looking at the expression on Harry's face full of interest, Draco was surprised to see the undisguised indifference in those green eyes.

Raising his eyebrows, Draco drank the last sip of pumpkin juice gracefully, the corners of his mouth curved into a nice arc, "I thought you would be interested in him too."

Hearing this, Harry swallowed the food in his mouth unhurriedly, and glanced at Draco who was smiling meaningfully, "Why should I be interested in him? He's just a poor man." Harry didn't think Neville would enjoy the feeling of being a monkey in a zoo.

Obviously not expecting to hear such an opinion, Draco paused with the hand holding the cup, and stared at Harry without blinking.Harry didn't speak any more, and gave Draco a meaningful smile, and continued to settle the delicious food on the plate amidst his sudden pleasant chuckle.

The first-year courses are not difficult for Harry at all, even now that he has left the magic world for almost 10 years, it is only because of the instability of magic power that it is always difficult for Harry to grasp accurately in terms of control.In Transfiguration class, feeling the magic power surging in his body, Harry had to work hard to control the flow of magic power, waving his wand stiffly to prevent himself from accidentally turning matches into sharp embroidery needles.

It was only the first class today, and he didn't think it was necessary for him to show off the limelight, so by the end of the class, only Hermione in the class managed to make a little change in the match.The class was the same as before, the only difference seemed to be that he was seated next to Draco and Ron.At the beginning, everyone else expressed great doubts about Gryffindor and Slytherin sitting together. Even if it was only for one night, it was enough for them to understand the absolute opposition between the two houses from the senior students.Of course, the possibility that they have a good personal relationship cannot be ruled out. After all, disputes between colleges are not a big problem in the face of deep friendship.

Quirrell's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is a joke, which is the consensus of almost all the students who have taken his class. The fun of teasing the teacher is obviously greater than the enthusiasm for learning knowledge.In the classroom filled with strong garlic smell, Harry laughed like other children to hide the complicated thoughts in his eyes until the stammering man finished the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class for them.

After class, Ron, Draco, and Harry, who finished the first day of classes, walked side by side on the flat lawn in the courtyard, listening to Harry and Draco discussing the notes of Charms in a low voice, Ron, who had been holding back all day, finally Still opened his mouth in a low voice.

"I said, you two... how did you do it?" Ron glanced at the two people who were as if nothing had happened, and remembered what happened in the Transfiguration class before.

On the surface, Granger seemed to be the only one who turned matches into needles, but Ron knew exactly how many times Draco had succeeded, because he happened to sit between Harry and Draco by accident.Even at the end of class, Harry turned matches into embroidery needles, the sharp ones.Although they both turned them back into matches in the end, it just shocked him even more.

"What?" Harry was puzzled by Ron's sudden question, and Ron pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "It was during Transfiguration class in the morning. You... um, how did the needle... change?"

Blinking his eyes, Harry didn't expect that the only mistake in class was noticed by Ron, and he asked further.And according to what he said, Harry couldn't help but glance at Draco, he was not the only one who seemed to be hiding.

"Ron, I practiced this spell when I was at home. It is the basis of the Transfiguration textbook." After coughing lightly, Harry thought about it and chose an answer that he thought was appropriate. "I'm an idiot if I can't do it after practicing for so long."

"Same. Weasley. If you can't do it, it just means you don't have a good habit of previewing." Taking Harry's words calmly, Draco knew how to divert a topic that he didn't want to continue.

Sure enough, Ron, who was originally calm, put aside the question and jumped up immediately after he spoke. Drake's slow way of speaking and the arrogance and superiority in his tone all made Ron feel that this The kid is deliberately provoking.Seeing that his hair was about to explode, Harry grabbed Ron quickly, "Hey, Ron, let's go, Drake and I will help you practice, and I guarantee that you can be like Hermione in the next class!"

After finishing speaking, before Ron could react, Harry half pushed and half pulled him towards the lake, and because both hands were wrapped around Ron, Harry had a lot of trouble to greet Draco behind him. , motioning him to follow.Draco looked at the backs of the two of them sullenly, but staring at Harry's smiling face, he still bit his lip and followed with strides.

The days that followed were peaceful and boring. Harry was a little bored of repeating the knowledge he had already mastered by heart every day.On days like these, the only hope he had seemed to be Snape's Potions.

Harry's Potions had never been very good, and it could even be said that his enthusiasm for this subject was blunted by Snape.Indeed, this man has been protecting the former him in his own way, and when he knew what Snape had done for him, Harry was even ashamed of the hatred he felt.But it was undeniable that Snape's unabashed dislike for him had taken his few talents in Potions by surprise.Now, he hopes to re-recognize the profound and practical knowledge of Potions seriously and without any bias. He already has this condition, doesn't he?

The Potions classroom in the cellar is always filled with gloomy and cold air, which is very conducive to the brewing of potions, and it can also make the minds of those who brew potions clearer.

Harry and Draco sat at their desks excitedly flipping through the textbooks in their hands, waiting for the arrival of the Potions professor together with other students who also expressed their anticipation.Snape was a punctual person, as soon as the class bell rang, the classroom door creaked open.

The black-haired man walked into the classroom with strides. His thin body was of medium height, and his hair was still combed smoothly to the sides, but he no longer had that greasy feeling. His gloomy demeanor made people unable to help but keep their eyes on him for a while.On his straight face, his eagle-like sharp eyes were slowly sweeping over the little boys who were sitting obediently in their seats. He took out the roster, and with his thin, somewhat bloodless lips, Spit out words one by one.

"I'm your Potions Professor Severus Snape. Now, let's roll the roll." Snape said dryly, with a slightly low voice and flat tone without any ups and downs. "Just answer 'yes'—Seamus Finnigan."

"arrive."

"..."

The roll call was really boring, and the students began to yawn secretly.Suddenly, Snape's tone rose slightly, "Ron Weasley... I hope you're not as untalented as your brothers."

The unexpected comment made everyone focus on Ron, and he blushed instantly. Others would think he was ashamed, but Harry knew that the kid was angry.Hastily and secretly pulled Ron's sleeve to signal him not to be impulsive. Harry clearly saw the sneer on Snape's lips. He believed that as long as Ron uttered a word, Gryffindor's hourglass would immediately disappear Several points.

Fortunately, Snape didn't intend to waste time on Ron, he turned the roll to the next page.However, good luck didn't seem to accompany these brave little lions, "Oh—we have a famous person here." The voice was not too high, but it once again attracted everyone's attention, "Neville Longbottom, A famous person."

Several small sneers suddenly sounded in the quiet classroom, and Neville lowered his head.

Without looking at Neville's embarrassed expression, Snape glanced at the next name, paused, and then, "—Harry, Johnson."

"Yes." Harry replied hastily, his eyes fixed on Snape, his intuition made him want to see Snape's reaction.But he was doomed to be disappointed, he couldn't get any clues from Snape's face no matter what, and Harry couldn't help but sigh that this man really deserves to be the most outstanding double agent.

"Pansy Parkinson."

"arrive."

"Draco Malfoy."

……

It didn't take long for the roster to turn over. Snape, who had finished the roll, looked at a group of fidgeting freshmen seriously, and said, "You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion preparation." His voice was barely above a whisper now, but everyone could hear his every word—a strong man who never lacked the intimidation to keep a classroom in order.

"Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds bewildered... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew honor, and even prevent death. But there must be one thing, that is, you are not me Just the kind of stupid fools you've come across all the time."

The opening remarks were not too long, and the whole classroom fell silent after he finished speaking.Satisfied with the desired effect, Snape raised the corner of his mouth, "Longbottom!" He said suddenly, "What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Poor Neville... Harry immediately mourned him in his heart, thinking with his cerebral cortex, he knew that Neville would never know the answer, even if he had previewed it.So, Harry sincerely hoped that the kid wouldn't have nightmares at night after this lesson.

Neville stood up in astonishment and fear, and after a long silence, he said under Snape's menacing gaze, "I, I don't know, sir."

The expected answer made Snape's mouth twitch maliciously, "Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn't mean everything." He completely ignored Hermione's raised arm at some point. "Let me give you another chance, Longbottom. If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?"

"Hold... I'm sorry. Sir, I don't know." Neville was about to cry, his round face almost wrinkled into one piece.

Snape didn't intend to let Neville go so easily, but seeing the tears in the corner of the boy's eyes, the black-haired man let out a disgusted "Tut!", turned and walked towards the blackboard. "Let me tell you, Mr. Longbottom. Narcissus root powder and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping pill. And bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, which has a strong detoxifying effect." Function. Got it? Why don't you write it all down, do you want me to remind you how to take notes?"

In Snape's almost roaring voice, everyone's expressions were so wonderful and rich.Hermione's disappointment, Ron's panic, Drake's sarcasm, Neville's sobs, Harry?While he was writing furiously, he was silently praying for Neville's future.

It is worth mentioning that after the class ended, the first-year freshmen experienced Snape's unfailing rhetoric towards Gryffindor and his extreme favoritism towards Slytherin.And, the change in people's name for Neville - once "The Boy Who Lived", now... "The Crucible Killer Who Lived"...