[Hunter] Private Meteor Street High School

Why do you keep pestering Feitan?

Harry sat on the bench in the literacy class with his chin resting, thinking seriously about the problem rarely.

Probably, as I said in a joke, I feel lonely.

He is a person who is afraid of loneliness. He always rubs his face into a happy look. He lives in the noisy crowd and has one or two caring people around him, otherwise he will become pessimistic.

...I feel like I want to die, I want to take revenge on this damn world.

Like Aunt Petunia said, he was never a kind, normal person.

At the beginning of human beings, nature is evil.Children who have been viciously cursed and roughly kicked grow up to treat others in the same way.

A child is a piece of black paper, and the guardian must constantly feed him normal concepts in the general sense, so that he can be cultivated into a normal person in the general sense, and this black paper can be dyed white.

Fei Tan was not around.

Harry rolled his eyes, looking to his right.

There was nothing around.He sighed, feeling a little bored.

Fei Tan probably went to smash, loot and burn again... Then he should have some fun too.

With an innocent and lovely smile on his face, Harry swept down the short fat man on the back table who was looking at him with greedy eyes, hummed a song and got up to leave the literacy class.

The heart was beating wildly, almost rushing out of the chest against the master's will.

I actually missed it!

He thought that he was the top predator of the food chain in the seventh district, but he didn't expect that this fat man was also the master of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

Harry gritted his teeth and tried to calm himself down. He quietly observed the surrounding terrain with his peripheral vision, and quickly planned his escape plan in his mind.

That's right, he is familiar with this area, walk east for 5 minutes from here, turn right and then turn right at an old weathervane, there is a short hill, there, there——

It's now!Harry rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment to avoid the man's attack, stood up and ran away pretending to be in a panic.

"Don't waste your energy, you can't escape."

Shit, my father is not second, why should I listen to you.

Harry was surprised to find that he was still in the mood to complain. He turned his face slightly and glanced at him. The man had already caught up with him. He quickly cut off his wild thoughts and ran forward even harder.

Seeing that the destination was about to arrive, the person who had been chasing after him suddenly quickened his pace and stretched out his hand to push him down to the ground.

It's over-

Harry's mind went blank, subconsciously he raised his knee and hit the Humpty Dumpty's vitals hard.

"Oh—you——" The man was obviously irritated, he twisted his face and covered his mouth, and he pulled out a knife with his right hand and stabbed it on Harry's left shoulder.

it hurts!

The scorching pain hit, and the panic-stricken and panic-stricken brain finally woke up. Harry turned his face sideways and bit the man's wrist.

The Humpty Dumpty felt the pain and let go of his hand. Harry viciously kicked him on the base of his life again. The man grabbed his ankle desperately and did not let go, so he also suffered a few heavy blows on the face.

Harry ran wildly, the fat man was seriously injured, but he still unswervingly chased after him with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

He scrambled and climbed desperately to the hill, seeing that the short fat man who was following him was about to catch up, he pushed hard——

The dust has settled.

A boulder half a person's height hit the back of the pursuer who couldn't dodge.

Harry's legs were weak, trembling faintly, he fell to his knees on the ground, gasping for breath.

After a while, the boy struggled to stand up with a pale face, and limped down.

The man was still breathing weakly, his eyes wide open.

He pulled the knife from his shoulder, and with a sneer, blood flowed profusely.Picking up the man's hair, the blue light smeared across the blade, and the sharp tip pierced the artery in the neck decisively.

Blood spurted out, and the scalding blood splashed all over Harry, making his eyes hurt.

It was strange for Harry to think of Malfoy's evaluation of him and Ron: red and green, shit.

The man stopped breathing.

Harry sat on the ground for a while, what a mess.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and the world was spinning.

Harry smelled a murderous smell of broth and woke up drooling.

He was lying on the old mattress at home, covered with the blanket, and the wound on his shoulder was simply bandaged with cloth strips, and he still felt a sharp pain when he moved a little.

Throwing off the blanket and sitting up grinning, Fei Tan was squatting on the ground with his back facing him, cooking something in a broken pot.The makeshift stove was rickety and rough, as if it would collapse if you were not careful.

The knight was sitting on the broken mattress and was sweating profusely turning the pages of the book. When he saw him get up, he cast a sad look.

Although traces of being wiped by people can be seen on the ground, there are still spots of blood, and there is a rusty smell in the air.

Harry walked over on his bare feet, the mess of chopping meat and chops rolling up and down in the pot.

There was a churn in his stomach, and he suddenly realized what was cooking in the pot.

"Hey, little brother, tell brother how you killed the man who can't say his name?" George laughed and hooked his neck.

"A killing curse or—muggle-like drawing your long sword and piercing his throat?" Fred exaggeratedly gestured a sword-drawing sprint.

"Uh... I thought there was something wrong, I was a baby then..."

The twins ran away laughing and yelling, not noticing Harry's unusual look.

Aunt Marge was a regular visitor to the Dursleys, and Harry was forced to call her Aunt, even though there was no blood relationship.Petunia and Vernon usually just ignored this annoying child as much as possible, but Maggie often talked about his parents in front of him maliciously-using dirty words.

The fat, dog-loving woman called her dog Sweetheart, and Harry was the little bitch of rogues and bad girls in his turn.Her dog eats beef and drinks milk, and his fur is smooth and cute, but Harry can only eat leftovers from the previous night.

So when his aunt was drunk and mocked him as "the father of an alcoholic gambler and the mother who is not as good as a mother in a red-light district", Harry sneaked out and killed the dog by accident.Throwing it off the roof over and over until the skull cracked and the white brains flowed out.

Black-brown blood stuck to its fur in pinches, and the shiny and smooth fur became dull.

Uncle Vernon hung him up, beat him half to death, and shut him in a closet, but he regretted it so much that he didn't feel wronged at all.

Such a cute dog can stick out its tongue to add milk stains to its paws, wagging its short fluffy tail, staring blankly at the bone-shaped clouds in the sky with its bright black eyes, chubby like a big wool ball.

That was the first time he used his ability.

The so-called Merlin-given abilities set them apart from the humble muggles.

"Fei Tan, is the soup ready?"

"It's another half hour."

"It's so slow, I'm going to starve to death."

[Small episode] The Truth About the Potions Professor

The Potions classroom in the cellar is a wonderful place. Its special location will make Potions Professor Snape's classes strangely popular in summer, while Slytherins and Gryffindors will be very popular in winter. In order to keep warm, they huddled together regardless of previous suspicions.

Savior Boy, trembling with his illegal homemade stove—an empty jam jar filled with dangerous blue flames—tried to distract himself by telling a story.

"In summer, the cricket is busy singing, and the ants are working hard to carry food into the hole. When winter comes, the cricket begs for food from the ant, but the ant ignores him, and then the cricket starves to death."

"Damn it, this little black bug is really nothing, shit!" Ron flipped the table angrily, his excessive body movements dispelled the warmth in the crowd quickly, and then he received a lot of blank stares.

"You idiot," Harry scolded, "it's more real, isn't it just a story."

"This fable warns us to do a good job of dealing with disasters before they strike." Hermione frowned, "Also, don't swear."

"I don't have any sense of business. If it was me, I would trick Cricket into signing a bond and keep it as a servant. Until it is drained of its last bit of use value. Draco, remember?" Big Malfoy said.

"Dead profiteer. Sure enough, nouveau riche wizards can't understand the aesthetics of muggle." Harry retorted.

"Fuck you! You are the upstart and your whole family is the upstart!" Little Malfoy argued.

"I'm assuming that Mr. Weasley's brains haven't been eaten away by moths, he should be aware of the irrationality of this bedtime story that is only open to children under the age of five, and you little trolls are learning about the obligatory demons." Medicine class eagerly discussing whether this idiotic baby fable could be understood as meaning your brains have been reserved for the trash can - presumably it deserves only this place. Twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape sneered He knocked on the table.

"It's not fair! Malfoy was involved!" Ron yelled.

"Ten points from Gryffindor. For Mr. Weasley's overreach and shamelessness. It's really not as good as the next generation. I really don't see any hope for the wizarding world under this situation. I really feel that your heads are empty." Sad for the parents of idiots who only waste food, they should have cut your necks at birth, that would be the wisest choice. Of course, you are not hopeless, hurry up before it is too late Learn more, otherwise, if you don’t even get the OWLs certificate, your life will be over. Potions are a compulsory subject. Now, after taking classes dishonestly, you can only squat in the corner with a broken bowl and beg for kind people Give you a few nats or half a loaf of bread, is it too late to regret it at that time, there is no medicine for regret in the world, if you want to stand out..."

"Merlin!" Such an exclamation does not distinguish between schools.

Maybe only at this time will the lion and the snake have a tacit understanding?

Facts have proved that the adjective of vicious tongue and long-winded is not too much for the eccentric Potions Master, and he is indeed a bit rough.Speaking of the above points, even if only one of the above points appears in a proletarian educator (hey), he will be shunned by students, but Snape himself is indeed a bit wronged, he is dedicated to those who do not know good people Hello little rascals...

As for how Malfoy sneaked into Hogwarts, please make up your own mind.

Snape: "Huh."