The Obsession of the Savior of HP

It's as luxurious as the prefect's bathroom...

Speechless, Harry didn't care much about these external things after all. He lived in the deep forest for so long, didn't he still live as usual?He took off his clothes and was just about to go into the water, but suddenly found that the pendant on his body seemed to be different. Harry couldn't tell. He picked it up and held it in front of his eyes for a closer look. The golden streamer on it was still flowing everywhere, and the whole pendant was fine. It's different... Taking it off his neck, Harry thought about it, put it on top of his clothes, and went into the bathtub to take a bath.As for the pendant that was left behind, the moment Harry turned around, the flow of light suddenly accelerated, quickly gathered into a certain pattern, and then spread out even more quickly, returning to its original shape.

By the time Harry came out of the bathroom, Draco had already written a letter on his seat and was tying it to his owl. Looking back, he saw Harry coming out wiping his hair with a towel. Draco waved his hand, The owl immediately flew out of the dormitory and left through a special passage for owls.

"Harry, if you want to send a letter, just here," Draco pointed to a place, "just say the name of your own owl silently."

Nodding casually, Harry walked slowly back to his bed, put down the towel, his half-dry hair lay softly on Harry's fair forehead, his face was pink and his lips were even more so because of the warm bath. Moisturized and shiny, it looks as elastic and fragrant as a piece of pudding, not to mention a pair of hazy emerald eyes with a slight sense of satisfaction.All this made Draco Malfoy, the heir to the Malfoy family who was the most picky about his appearance, suddenly have the urge to blush.

"Well, I'm going to the bathroom..." In order to hide his sudden heartbeat, Draco wondered whether the Potter family had Veela blood, and at the same time he grabbed his things and ran to the bathroom in a panic go.

Looking at Draco's inexplicable behavior for some unknown reason, Harry shrugged helplessly. It's really hard to guess what this friend is thinking, but Harry didn't want to guess. If the other party is a professor, probably haha Leigh will find a way to understand what the other party is thinking no matter what...

By the time Draco came out, Harry was already soundly asleep, and there was no strange smell around him, so Harry could easily fall into a deep sleep. Of course, the premise was that no one was within five steps of him.

Early the next morning, when Harry woke up, the whole school was still in a quiet atmosphere. At 5:[-] in the morning, no child would probably get up so early.After tidying up, Harry left the Slytherin lounge and wandered alone in the somewhat empty Hogwarts.

Back here, his mood became calmer and calmer. Harry stood on the corridor, leaning on the tall and gorgeous pillars carved with magic patterns, looking at the newly bright sky, thinking, Hogwarts is his home, and he is also a professor. home, the home of all little wizards.This home should be warm and beautiful, shouldn't it...

"Ha...Harry Potter...you...you so early?" A somewhat cramped voice sounded from behind Harry, calming Harry's somewhat lost heart.

"Professor Quirrell, hello." Harry left the pillar he was leaning on, smiled and bowed to the professor with dual identities, "You are also very early."

"Yes... yes, that, I am, I am the professor, I need to prepare lessons." Some twinkling eyes seemed unwilling to focus on the clear green eyes that were staring at him.

"If I remember correctly, I can go to Professor Quirrell's class this afternoon to study. I am really happy to have a dedicated teacher like you. If there is anything I don't understand in the future, I hope the professor will not bother you." Just annoy me." Harry still smiled sincerely, as for what he was thinking in his heart is another matter - this guy must not be given a chance to get in touch with the professor!

"Oh... of course, no, no problem, I will definitely help you, Harry... no, don't you mind if I call you that?" Quirrell seemed to be so polite, studious and diligent The students are very happy, their eyes are starting to light up, and their smiles are a little silly and naive (spoof),

"Of course I don't mind, Professor Quirrell." Harry shook his head slightly, "It's getting late, I'm going back to the lounge, Professor Quirrell, I hope you have a good day today."

"Goodbye, Harry." Quirrell took a step to the side in a very understanding manner, and then watched Harry leave, his eyes flickered even more.

"Oh, Harry? You're already up... so early." Harry had just entered his dormitory, and the kid Draco was getting up from the bed in a daze. Obviously, the dragon-shaped alarm clock beside his bed was struggling. demonstrate their value.

"I'm used to it. You should get up quickly, and you're going to have breakfast soon." Harry went to pack his schoolbag, and said without looking up,

"Understood, um, I'm so sleepy..." Draco rubbed his eyes, and then slapped the dragon-shaped alarm clock vigorously, so the earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods finally ended, and Harry sighed in his heart, finally he didn't need to be tormented My own ears... By the way, why would Draco like this kind of creature that is neither beautiful nor practical (too big)? !

Staggeringly, he walked into the bathroom to tidy himself up, and when he came out, Draco finally recovered into a proud and meticulous little nobleman with his back combed.

"The first class is Transfiguration." Harry stared at Draco's hair for a long time, and said before Draco was about to jump violently, "Professor McGonagall probably doesn't like being late."

"Got it..." Draco casually picked up the schoolbag that should have been sorted by the house elf and walked out of the bedroom first.

When we arrived at the lounge, the first-year students hadn't arrived yet, but the other grades had already left the lounge one after another. Only the head of the third grade was sitting on the sofa and reading a book, noticing that Draco and Harry had arrived , and signaled them to sit across from him.

"It's rare to see freshmen arriving in the lounge early." The chief put down the book in his hand, looked at the two with admiration, "Since you arrived first, I think I need to give you a little suggestion , tonight will be the day when the 7th grade chief will be updated, of course, for the freshmen, it will be the day of the chief election, maybe, you should be prepared." When talking about the chief, he took a special look at Draco, and It was indeed Harry who said 'get ready'.

"Of course, my father has already mentioned it to me, but thank you for reminding me." Draco raised his chin slightly, with a noble and proud expression on his face,

"Thank you very much." Harry thanked casually, and there was no more to say.

However, because of the special identities of the two freshmen, the third-year chief shrugged his shoulders lightly, and didn't care, so the lounge became quiet again.

Not long after, the freshmen arrived one after another. In fact, they were not to blame. Head Slytherin frightened them last night, so the frightened little snakes fell asleep very late, and this directly led to They need more time in the morning to cover their dark circles and depressed faces.

When everyone arrived, the chief took them all the way to the Hogwarts hall, and introduced some precautions along the way, such as moving stairs, naughty passages, troublesome ghosts, magical portraits, and corridors that disappear at any time etc.

Many students had already gathered in the hall, and the breakfast time was very lively. Unfortunately, the professor was not there. In fact, unless it was a special day, the professor seldom appeared in the hall for meals at other times. Harry knew this, but he still hoped to see the professor more often in his heart. Yes, so he was a little disappointed at this time.So during the whole breakfast, Harry didn't say a word.

Draco noticed Harry's unusual silence, but even normally, Harry didn't talk much, not to mention that Slytherin never intervened with his friends, so all Draco could do was stay silent with Harry.

After breakfast, the third-year principal led the freshmen to the Transfiguration classroom again. This time, he didn't give any instructions, and turned around and left when he arrived.Harry thought that this might have something to do with Slytherin's 'hidden capacity and bide his time' all the time.

The cat-shaped Professor McGonagall on the podium waited quietly. The Slytherin students came in first and saluted her together. It's not enough, not only come in one after another, but there is only one minute left before class, and there are still two Gryffindors who haven't arrived yet!This annoyed the dean of Gryffindor very much. Compared with punishing students and Gryffindor getting points deducted on the first day, Professor McGonagall resolutely decided that if she was late, points would be deducted!

Fortunately, just as Mag made a decision, the two little lions staggered open the classroom door and rushed in.

"My God, I finally caught up. Fortunately, the professor hasn't come yet." The red-haired Ron Weasley finally had time to reach out and pat his chest to relieve his breath.

"Yeah, fortunately." Another lion echoed... Harry looked up, then lowered his head as if nothing had happened, um, that's Ron's roommate, Seamus.

So Mag didn't have to wait, and immediately recovered his human body, and looked at the two little lions who had fallen into a rigid state severely, "I think maybe I need to turn you into a clock, so that you