[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

The stove in the Gryffindor common room was burning vigorously. Sewell, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were sitting in a corner of the common room. Sewell was absent-mindedly touching a hole in the armrest Feel free to share this afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts with others.

He thought the teacher was pretty good, but Harry's eyebrows frowned, and his expression turned sour.

After a while—the black-haired and blue-eyed savior couldn't help asking: "What do you think of Professor Snowdon?"

"Very good." Sewell replied without hesitation: "Although not letting you use a wand is a bit boring, you can understand it as a first-year student. I feel good about the professor. I believe that the future courses will get better and better."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then asked again: "You said that Professor Snowdon told you about black magic, will it arouse students' interest in learning black magic?"

Sewell looked at him a little blankly, and answered after a while: "... Probably not? At least I won't."

Harry still looked very worried, and leaned on the back of the sofa a little bit out of strength: "Do you remember what I said before 'it's not a good choice'?"

"of course."

"Professor Snowdon...is a German, he graduated from Durmstrang. You know, Britain and Germany are very different in their attitudes about the Dark Arts - Durmstrang taught the Dark Arts aboveboard .”

"I'm a little worried that he's trying to spread the dark arts, after all the war in Britain ended so hard."

Sewell recalled what Snowdon said in class, and it really looked different from British wizards, and felt that Harry was worthy of being the savior of wizards, and he was still a sixth-grade student, so he was so worried about the future of wizards.

He thought for a while and decided to speak for his new professor:

"I think Professor Snaughton is a good teacher and he seems to really enjoy the job."

Harry was obviously not as gullible as Sewell, he nodded casually: "Forget it... Anyway, Dumbledore will pay attention to this matter."

Hermione was sitting next to her with a stack of books. She brushed her thick curly hair and said, "I hope what he said is true. I'm tired of changing the professor of this course every year-think about it." Quirrell! Think of Lockhart! Think of Ulmky again! Except Remus! No one really teaches!"

"You forgot to mention Crouch, that fake Professor Moody." Harry reminded gently.

"Actually, he's teaching pretty well," Hermione said impartially, "Although he's a Death Eater, well boys, now turn the subject away from this professor, have you finished your thesis yet?"

Both Harry and Ron shook their heads. Harry looked a little more confident, and he added: "There is still one due on Friday." On the side, Ron's face was flushed, and Hermione glanced at it. I knew that 'basically not moving' was written on the face.She sneered harshly, but instead of admonishing him as usual, she turned her head and asked Sewell in a more gentle manner: "What about yours?"

Sewell nodded in surprise: "It's done." Hermione was a little embarrassed, she hesitated for a while, and asked cautiously, "Do you need me to look at it? Actually, the foundation of the first grade is very important." The careful and studious Gryffindor girl has already regarded this junior who was forcibly drawn by Harry as a member of half of the small group, and the remaining half is because the junior is named Malfoy.

To be honest, when Hermione asked this sentence, she was not sure if she would be laughed at like 'you arrogant mudblood'.

Sewell opened his mouth as if he had swallowed an egg, and Ron also looked surprised, whispering something like Malfoy in his mouth, but Harry was quite happy, and smiling.Seeing that Sewell hadn't spoken for a long time, Hermione said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, I'm used to checking Harry and Ron. You know, they never listen carefully in class."

"Of course!" Sewell hurriedly took out his thesis, with a very bright smile on his face: "It's really helpful, you must know that Draco refused to give me any help before Christmas, even if it was about the moon. See the characteristics analysis of grass."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, took the paper happily, and then examined it carefully. After a while, she put down the paper and said in a complimenting tone: "It's great—far beyond the average first grade." She turned to Glancing at Harry and Ron, he raised his proud chin and said, "At least what Harry and Ron wrote before the third grade is not as good as you."

In fact, Sewell, who is more confident in his thesis, nodded, and said matter-of-factly: "Draco's notes are well written, and his Herbology and Potions notes are both—" He tilted his head and thought of a suitable one. Adjectives: "It's amazing. It's a detachable book with a table of contents written on the front. Every time I learn something about the same item, I add a little to the end of the previous notes, which is very useful."

Hermione's eyes lit up: "What a great way, I didn't even think of it—" she said in disbelief, and Ron muttered a nerd in disdain.

Sewell actually finds it quite troublesome. He is not a good student. Rather than reading books indoors, he would rather go out and fly in the sky for a while, but fortunately, he is not really 11 years old. Forced himself to study or do it. owned.

Even so, Sewell didn't bother to take notes at all and just used Draco's.Fortunately, apart from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the teaching at Hogwarts has not changed much after five years.

What made Sewell the happiest was Hermione's proactive expression of kindness. You must know how many times this good girl was scolded by that little bastard Draco for a mudblood.

Not just Hermione, most people in Gryffindor hate Draco, and everyone hates Slytherin.

But how to put it—

"Somewhat deserved it..."

On Wednesday morning, Sewell, who woke up late, rushed out of the dormitory, and was about to give up breakfast and go directly to class when he saw three seniors wearing Slytherin bow ties, carrying two suitcases. Lanffindor's collar looks like school violence.

Although Draco is also a little bastard, at least he won't do such shameless things as bullying the younger.

Then Sewell stood up lazily before those Slytherins threatened and were about to carry out the 'Furchishment': "I never knew that Slytherins had the habit of looking at people's underwear."

The three Slytherins were all tall and strong. Seeing that it was Xavier Malfoy, the leader showed a sinister smile on his face, and warned: "Don't worry about it, you little boy of the Malfoy family. It's none of your business."

Sewell imitated Draco's appearance, raised his chin and sneered loudly: "Assuming you are not blind and see that my tie is exactly the same suit as these people you are bullying, you will know that this is my business." .”

"It turns out that the Malfoy family, apart from following others, also has the habit of giving Gryffindor a head." A distorted sneer appeared on the man's face.

Sewell couldn't help frowning - this was obviously dissatisfied with the Malfoy family, and it seemed that Slytherin was not particularly peaceful... Sewell decided to tell Draco about this matter later, if Draco ignored him, Just tell Dad, but now, he has to bring these cubs back: He grinned, rolled up his sleeves slowly, raised his eyes and glanced at those people without warmth: "The Malfoy family It's not something you can talk about, now, shut your mouth, and let go of your grip on their collars." He rolled up his sleeves and stuffed his wand back into his trouser pocket: "That way, maybe when I'm in a good mood, you can still be whole." Go to the first class without missing a beat."

"Are you threatening me? You brat!" The leader Slytherin waved his arm thicker than Sewell's thigh, and raised the poor child in his hand in protest: "Look clearly, there is nothing here Without your father."

Sewell lowered his eyes, thinking that he must restrain his strength this time, and then with a sudden force on his feet, he immediately invaded the tall and strong Slytherin. He first grabbed the palm of the child's collar and twisted it fiercely After a moment, he kicked at the opponent's abdomen without hesitation——

With a sound of "Boom--", the Slytherin flew out and hit a piece of armor in the corner. The armor received a huge impact and scattered on the ground. The Slytherin slumped into a ball on the ground, twitching.

"It doesn't look dead." Sewell muttered, he stretched out his hand and pulled up the little Gryffindor who was limp on the ground. He thought it looked a little strange, so he asked, "What grade?"

"Second year!" The brave little Gryffindor's knees were still soft, but his eyes were already shining: "My name is Nick Lind."

"...Sevier Malfoy." Although Sevier felt that it was not a good time to introduce himself, he still said in the expectant eyes of the other party, and then Sevier turned to face the other two dumbfounded Slytherins, and said Twitching the corner of his mouth, he showed a rogue-like smile: "Say it again, let them go."