Yan Bai of HP

Waking up silently in the morning, Harry still walked out of the dormitory one step ahead of Draco. The Hogwarts class schedule is very loose, a bit like a university. There are several big classes every day, but there are only four classes. Five lessons, yesterday he asked for the class schedule from Draco, today there are only three lessons in total, one lesson on spells, two lessons on potions, I don’t know what attitude the dean will treat him now, anyway It won't be as difficult as the original book, so let's go back and read the potions book for the first and second grades again.

Sitting in the common room, Harry took out a book and read it quietly. Since he got the wand, he doesn't have to eat in the dormitory every day. Just order a little on the dining table, and the house elf will send you what you want. What’s more, school has just started now. For the first three weeks, Draco, as the chief, had to show up in the auditorium every day to take the new students to the classroom. Under the premise, it is better to act with him more.

After a while, Draco came out after tidying up, his platinum hair was combed neatly behind his head, his azure blue eyes were filled with the arrogance and restraint unique to nobles, and his elegant but efficient steps flashed across Harry's eyes. A trace of admiration, he is indeed the heir of the Malfoy family, but he is different from the pack of wolf cubs he brought.

Draco glanced at the book in Harry's hands. Potions class in the second grade, "You like potions very much?" This kind of hobby is rare, and brewing potions requires great control and patience. Few people his age can do it, and he is only because of his godfather, but he doesn't really have much love for this subject.

Harry nodded casually, "Do you need to wait for the others?"

"No need, we're already down." Brad walked down the stairs with a few first-year students, his brown eyes were smiling, and Harry suddenly noticed that this nobleman had peach blossom eyes, thinking of Brad With his social skills, this boy will definitely be a playboy who attracts countless beauties in the future.

"Okay, let's go." Draco turned and led the way to the auditorium, Harry habitually walking at the end of the line.

Brad frowned slightly, and was about to hold Harry's arm with a smile. Harry dodged reflexively, looked up at the boy quietly, Brad's eyes flashed darkly, he withdrew his hand, and smiled nonchalantly, "Why? So far away? Beware of Draco getting angry."

Harry tilted his head, followed Brad and walked a step behind Draco, a gleam of satisfaction flashed in the platinum prince's eyes, and he continued to move forward.The little snakes behind them looked at each other meaningfully, followed behind their chief, a little distance away from Harry and Brad, and the three led the crowd towards the auditorium.

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After attending the Charms class, Harry was very satisfied with his performance. Every time the spell was cast, it was completed after Draco, without being too noticeable or underestimated, and finally waited for Snape's Potions class.

The classroom is in a basement, which is a little cold. Various glass jars are placed along the walls of the large classroom, in which animal specimens and various potions are soaked. There is a cabinet with many drawers next to the podium, which is marked Lots of labels.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut, and with a few swishes, the surrounding curtains were drawn tightly, a gust of cold wind blew past, black waves billowed, Snape walked from the back of the classroom to the podium with great momentum, like a blade The sharp eyes silenced the noisy cubs instantly.

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation." Snape's silky cold voice sounded, and the tight corners of his mouth and the sarcasm in his eyes made his stern face even colder. "Because There's no foolish wand waving here, so many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron with white smoke and fragrance wafting out of it, you don't Will really understand the liquid that flows into people's veins, the magical power that makes people's hearts sway and their minds blur... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death-but there must be one thing, that is, you are not I often The kind of stupid fools you encounter will do."

Harry looked at the fearful and admiring eyes of the little snakes around him, and lowered his eyes slightly. Snape's love for potions should be unmatched by anything. With such persistence, it's no wonder that he will become the youngest potion maker Grandmaster.

Picking up the roster, Snape paused indiscernibly when he called Harry's name, but he was not as difficult as in the original book.

"Okay, let me see if the heads of your class are straws, Weasley, what will I get if I add daffodil root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

Ron stood up stupidly, opened his mouth, raised his hand to rub the messy red hair even more, "I don't know, sir."

"It seems that your head is indeed filled with straws. Due to your ignorance and stupidity, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, curled up the corners of his mouth coldly, ignoring his intention to raise his hand Hermione on the roof.

"Potter," Snape pursed his lips, calling out Harry's name, "tell Weasley the correct answer."

"Yes, sir, adding narcissus root powder to wormwood extract is a powerful sleeping potion, commonly known as a drink of living dead water, and it will have different effects depending on the ratio of the mixture." Standing up, Harry said lightly.

"If I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" Snape continued, looking into Harry's deep, calm green eyes.

"Bezoar is found in the bellies of cows, sir."

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf poison aconite?"

"There is no difference, it's just that they have different names because of the different places of origin." Harry answered very fluently, these things have been deeply embedded in his mind.

"Very well, Slytheringa." Snape hooked the corner of his mouth, and hissed and growled dangerously at Gryffindor "Why don't you write this down, don't you think your brains are good enough?" Can you remember it after listening to it once?" Hearing the words that were exactly the same as those in the original book, the corners of Harry's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. It really is the habit of the Snake Academy, to protect their weaknesses, and this trait is especially manifested in their dean.

The first Potions class made a simple potion for treating scabies, went to the cabinet to retrieve a bunch of materials, Harry and Draco beside him started to brew the potion, such a novel experience, Harry couldn’t help but There was also a little interest, carefully observing Draco's movements when cutting the materials, Harry picked up the dried nettles on the side and began to cut them in a decent manner, looking at the distinct strands of materials on Draco's right hand, watching There were pieces of nettles of unknown shape on his side, and Harry wisely let Noah take the shot.

【Master, I can already foresee how horrible your cooking skills are. 】After taking over, Noah started cleanly, and the materials on the table could even be accurate to the millimeter.

Harry gritted his teeth in his heart [You don't need to predict, my cooking skills have been proven to be horrific. 】When he was in the orphanage, there were no extra materials for him to cook. After work, Liang Qi and the others hired a nanny. According to Gao Qiang’s words, he was afraid that his boss would be poisoned to death by himself. Gao Qiang and the others basically never let themselves into the kitchen again.

【Owner. 】

【what else? 】

[I have [-] points of sympathy for them. 】

【...Cut your materials】

Because of the quarrel with Noah, Harry didn't notice the black figure walking around beside him. Snape saw Harry's quick and skillful movements, and his concentrated side face, with a flash of black eyes, and turned to the others. Walking around, a few cold sarcastic voices made the little animals tremble again and again.

Draco slowly stirred the wand in the tongs, admiring Harry who could keep up with his speed, knowing that he had been trained by the godfather, even Brad couldn't keep up with him in brewing potions If Harry had lived in the Muggle world before and had never been exposed to potions, one could imagine the talent of this green-eyed boy.

Picking up the porcupine quills on the side, Draco counted three and was about to put them in, when there was a sudden bang beside him, Draco shook his hand, seeing that all the porcupine quills in his palm were about to fall into the pot, suddenly stretched out A slender white hand held the hand he was about to let go.

"Are you an idiot?" Snape walked quickly to Gryffindor, waved his wand, and a bunch of protective spells flew out. The potion in Neville's tongs had already been spilled on the flagstone floor, and the students' shoes They all burned holes.Within seconds, the Gryffindors were all on their stools, Neville was drenched in potion when the cauldron was knocked over, his arms and legs were covered in red and swollen scabies, and the round-faced boy was now sobbing on the ground moan.

Snape waved his wand again, and the potion on the ground disappeared instantly, "I said I would add porcupine quills at the end! You, send him to the hospital ward above." Pointing at Seamus Snape, he said sharply "Tens from Gryffindor for the blown tongs and your stupidity."

With a wave of his hand, Neville's table was cleared, and Snape turned away from the Gryffindor seat.

Harry could see the unwilling and fearful eyes of the lion cubs, and there was a sudden warmth on his wrist. Draco squeezed his wrist and gritted his teeth, "You don't feel anything?"

what do you feel?When Harry lowered his head, he found that the hand holding Draco was dripping red, and there was a tingling pain in his hand. Draco held Harry's wrist, and spread Harry's hand carefully, almost A porcupine quill pierced deeply into his palm, and red blood overflowed from the wound.

Harry frowned slightly [Noah, it turns out that you didn't react fast enough. 】

【Master, your willingness to make a move just now was too strong. Noah is just a subsidiary system of the body, and the main body is still with you. In other words, the injury is not Noah's fault, but master, your actions did not go through brain thinking, and you shot too fast up. ]...Harry was speechless, raised his hand to pick up the tweezers on the side, and pulled his hand out of Draco's. "You continue to look at the potion, I'll be fine if I pull out the thorn." After all, it was the first time brewing potion, and if it failed, it would be too inconsistent with his personality.

Draco stared indecently, "Don't you know porcupine quills are poisonous?"

Of course I know, Harry thought to himself, so many books are not for nothing. "But, isn't there still 10 minutes before the poison is released? The professor will have an antidote. You want to boil the potion well." It was the first time to brew a potion. For these orphans, every class was worth cherishing. It was all money, and the tuition fees that were so hard earned could not be paid in vain.

"Potter, what do you put on your neck, the head of a troll? Do you think you are the savior so you won't be poisoned?!" Snape didn't know when he appeared at their table, coldly There seemed to be sparks of anger jumping in the depths of the black eyes, he took out a bottle of antidote and poured it down to Harry. Draco took the tweezers and quickly pulled out the porcupine quill in Harry's hand.

"And next time..." Snape hissed, "I'll provide some faster-acting potions, and now, get me to the infirmary, and, disrupt the classes, and put me in detention in my office at night. Glancing at him coldly, Snape turned and left, his clothes drawing a cold arc.

Feeling helpless, Harry stopped Draco who wanted to send him off, "It's not that I have a broken foot, I can walk over by myself." Draco's blue eyes stared, "As a Slytherin, I don't know how to seek advantages and avoid them." Damn, it's really embarrassing to me, as the chief of the first grade, I have the obligation to ensure your safety."

... I just got stabbed, okay, and I've already drank the antidote, why do I feel that since seeing the scars on his body, this little prince seems to be a bit overprotective of him, Harry smiled slightly at him, "No It's so serious, not to mention that our potion hasn't been cooked yet, if we screw up, the professor might lose points, as the chief, he won't let this happen."

Draco was taken aback by his mellow smile, and then he pursed his lips, "It's the first time I've seen you talk so much," the young man raised his head, as if he had taken advantage of you, "I'll take your schoolbag back to the dormitory for you. "

"Thank you." Harry nodded, turned and walked out of the classroom.

Snape turned his back to the crowd, clenched his fists tightly, his black eyes couldn't help shrinking, did that child care so much about his own life, didn't he have anything to miss.He himself should go to hell, but he must protect Lily's only child, and Lucius, who will still be needed if the Dark Lord is resurrected, so what about Harry, what is his purpose for living?After experiencing those despairs and seeing through the darkness, why did he live on? Is it just because of the will of that oriental man named Xiao?

No, he had to make Harry himself obsessed with life, otherwise it wouldn't make any sense whether he killed the Dark Lord or dealt with Dumbledore.If it is said that Harry, who escaped from the Dursleys' house, should no longer look forward to family affection, what about friendship, or... love... no, he subconsciously denied the latter choice. He knew that at the moment Xiao died, Harry is afraid that he won't like any girls anymore, Snape flicked his slender fingers, then let Draco and Harry have more contact, in Slytherin Harry will find a trustworthy friend, there is If the things he cares about are gone, that child should work hard to survive.

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in the corridor

Harry didn't go to the infirmary, he had heard about Madam Pomfrey for a long time, and he didn't want to blame himself.

【Master, we can find the Room of Response. 】

Harry paused, [Good idea. 】The students are all in class now, no one knows what they are doing, Noah, you will occasionally make some not bad attention.

Looking around, Harry walked directly to the third floor. The stairs in Hogwarts are all very individual, at least, the one in front of him is very, very individual.Looking helplessly at the dangling stairs in front of him, the corners of Harry's mouth twitched.

[Noah, what should we do? 】

【Master, you should use deception at this time. 】

...【If it's a dog, I can give him a bone, so, who will tell me what stairs like? ! 】Harry gritted his teeth and said 【Noah, don't you have any reliable methods? 】【Yes, jump over, don't worry, Noah won't let you get hurt. 】【Not to mention earlier. 】

Harry rolled his eyes, took a deep breath, lifted his foot a little on the top of the stairs, and jumped directly onto the stairs. The lively stairs shook even more happily. Harry held onto the handrail tightly and walked quickly to the platform.

Looking back at the stairs, which seemed disappointed because of his departure, Harry put his hands on his forehead, turned and walked into the corridor.After walking through many portraits, Harry finally found the huge tapestry on one wall, which depicted a Barnabas trying to teach the troll to dance, with a huge vase on the left. According to the original book, Harry was I walked in front of that wall three times, silently thinking about what I wanted.

When Harry stopped in his tracks, a brass handle appeared beside the giant carpet, and the door was pulled open. Harry walked into a very spacious room. There is a comfortable chaise longue next to the bookshelf, and there is even a cup of his favorite Longjing tea on the small table on the left. On the other side of the shelf are various tools for practicing spells, including several fake wooden figures and A few cushions.