The Obsession of the Savior of HP

We don't need to be late, do we? "

"Yes... I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall, we got lost." Ron said tremblingly, his head lowered involuntarily.

"Oh? Then just change the map! You don't need me to show you the way now, do you? Go back to your seats!" Gazing at the two of them, Mag also turned around in style and walked to the podium.

Due to Harry's presence, Draco didn't provoke this time, but just glanced at it with contempt, and then passed by. Instead, the other Slytherins started to laugh without hesitation, but after Professor McGonagall said about the class, Immediately, he returned to his elegant and calm appearance.This made Harry very puzzled. Could it be that Slytherin turned into a reckless lion when facing Gryffindor?No way……

Because Professor McGonagall turned the desk into a pig's hand, the small animals who were stunned started their exciting study life, but were severely broken in the next second. Why?Of course it's because the deformation is too difficult, too difficult, too difficult (infinite looping).

Looking at the matches on the table, Harry paid special attention to the surrounding Slytherins, and found that they seemed to be careless. He smiled slightly in his heart, and then waved his wand, and the matches immediately became obedient. Rough needles.

"Oh, Harry Potter succeeded." Professor McGonagall immediately discovered this wonderful flower of Harry. Specifically, she has been paying attention to Harry's side. After all, the fact that Harry Potter is in Slytherin is also shocking. to her. "10 points for Slytherin!" Extra points without hesitation. As the dean of Gryffindor House, Slytherin's old enemy, McGonagall certainly knows some things inside Slytherin, so for Harry, she hopes I can do my best to make Harry's life in Slytherin better.

Smiling gratefully at Professor McGonagall, ignoring Gryffindor's jealous gaze, Harry continued his great cause of turning needles into matches as if nothing had happened.

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awkward awkward

In the Transfiguration class, Harry had fired the first shot. At least the freshmen of Slytherin had discovered that the savior was not an easy-going lamp, and they would weigh their weight before making plans when finding fault.

But here, Harry still leisurely went straight to the library after class. It’s not time for lunch yet. After carefully selecting a book that would help Potions, Harry quietly went to the library. I sat at the table by the window and studied hard. Although there is still a short period of buffer time for Potions class, and this time the professor probably won’t deduct points from his own house, but since Harry is used to being taught after dinner, But the progress of the day, just as the professor is used to asking Harry a few related questions every day, this class has obviously become the professor's assessment of Harry's study and life for such a long time, after all, the professor The books that Draco would give Harry on his birthday are not only good-looking!

"Harry." A slight voice sounded in front of Harry, and Harry smiled knowingly, and sure enough Hermione had already arrived.

"Hermione, hello." Harry raised his head and smiled slightly, and asked a little cunningly, "How is Ravenclaw?"

"Very good, I like it very much." Hermione nodded proudly, "I'm glad I insisted on choosing Ravenclaw, it really suits me!"

"That's good. You will be very happy there." Harry was also very happy to finally get Hermione out of that sad place, and not to repeat the sad past.

"Harry, you... I mean, how are you? Slytherin treats you okay?" Hermione was still worried, after all, Harry's identity is there, and most of the people who admire the Dark Lord are Slytherins, if Someone deliberately tripped Harry Potter, and Hermione was worried that Harry would not be able to handle it. After all, most Slytherins were nobles and had received formal magical training since childhood.

"Hermione, don't worry, I'm fine in Slytherin." Speaking of Slytherin, Harry smiled softly, "Slytherin is characterized by awkwardness, the phrase 'I like Slytherin very much' I didn't make it up out of thin air."

"That's good," Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately held her book with some enthusiasm, "Have you guys already undergone Transfiguration? Turning matches into needles? I've consulted with my seniors, but this is really It was so easy, I did it right once.”

"Yes, Hermione, you know, you're the smartest witch at Hogwarts, not everyone thinks it's easy... Well, most people think Transfiguration is hard." No matter how long it took, Harry would be ashamed of Hermione's keen and solid foundation.

"That must be why they didn't preview!" Hermione insisted. She didn't think she was smart, but she definitely worked hard. "Okay, I don't have time to chat. I've wanted to read this book for a long time, and I found it from "A History of Magic." After speaking, he buried himself in his own study.

As a result, the environment fell silent again, and the two 11-year-old students were struggling hard.

The afternoon class was only Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry left the lounge very early, strolled slowly to the classroom of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and then sat in the first row, spread out the textbooks, and continued to play "nerd". traits.

As soon as Quirrell came in, he saw Harry sitting in the first row quietly reading a book. Suddenly he didn't know what to do, and he was a little at a loss. When he came to the classroom for the first time, he saw a group of people in the classroom. The professor also came to the student early...and this student is so special.

"Professor Quirrell, good afternoon." The surrounding atmosphere had already begun to change, Harry looked up and saw Quirrell looking at him in a daze, with some unknown light in his eyes.Harry didn't have much interest in this point. The only thing he knew was that Quirrell must not be allowed to hurt the professor. After all, in the first year, the professor had threatened Professor Quirrell many times.

"Noon...good afternoon, Harry." Quirrell reacted, and walked to the podium with some stumbles. His body, which was supposed to be tall and slender, was hunched over for some reason, which made people look very uncomfortable.

"Ha...Harry, you came...you came very early." Putting down the lesson plan in his hand, Quirrell finally looked at Harry firmly with flickering eyes, and exchanged greetings.

"Yes, I don't have the habit of taking a nap, so I came here to preview in advance." Harry explained a little bit, and glanced at the unusually thick lesson plan, "Professor, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No...no, it's nothing, the first time, the first class is not needed." Quirrell stretched out his hand and gently opened the lesson plan, carefully reading the first part silently.

Harry looked at Quirrell's actions, and was a little moved. Quirrell...seemed to be teaching the students sincerely. If he was an irresponsible professor, it would be impossible for him to attach so much importance to his teaching plans, and to treat them with such respect. it.He lowered his eyes and felt a little complicated. He didn't know Quirrell. Even though he had accepted Quirrell's course for a semester, he had never formally known him and really understood him. Even now, he only knew that he was Possession of the Dark Lord.

The students entered one after another. Draco stood there hesitantly for a long time, and finally took a deep breath and walked to sit next to Harry. In the whole class, only Draco and Harry sat in the first place. The rest of the people hid at the back, and the smell of garlic was still very lethal.

After the whole class, Harry didn't actually listen to the class very much. All the time, he stared at Quirrell thoughtfully, which made Quirrell adjust his turban nervously, then glanced at Harry secretly, and then He took it back immediately, but firmly kept his back from Harry.Even the rest of the class noticed that Professor Quirrell seemed tense throughout the class.

After class, the other students rushed out immediately, and even Draco left immediately after asking Harry, leaving Harry and Quirrell alone in the classroom again.

"Ha...Harry, yes, is there something wrong?" Quirrell hesitated for a long time before speaking, but the tension and vigilance in his eyes were unusually obvious.

"Yes, Professor Quirrell. I have a question." Harry leaned forward with his book in his hands, and unfolded the book. A 'Quick Appearance' spell appeared on the book, disappearing and reappearing from time to time, "This hastily appearing Can the curse only appear on the handwriting on the book?"

Upon hearing this question, Quirrell's eyes immediately calmed down, the corners of his mouth moved, and he patiently explained to Harry.

By the time Harry came out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, a long time had passed, his hands holding the book tightly, and he looked back at the closed classroom, with some depressive emotions brewing in his emerald green eyes.

He didn't expect that Quirrell actually considered himself a professor and was proud of it... From the explanation Quirrell gave himself, the clear, solid, and highly logical narrative made Harry feel that even if he was For a Muggle who doesn't understand anything, this spell will also be deeply imprinted in his mind after Quirrell explained it.During class, Harry also carefully looked at Quirrell's expression. When explaining, Quirrell's expression was calm and serious, and his eyes were full of hope when he looked at the students, completely immersed in the world he was telling. Here, this is a real professor, not the Dark Lord, not a Death Eater, not Quirrell who intends to steal the Philosopher's Stone, but Quirrell who is a professor of Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts course.

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