[HP] Subversion - Destined

It was after dinner, and I put on the Invisibility Cloak and saw myself and Marie and the others heading to the Room of Requirement—to be honest, it was weird looking at myself.Without thinking about it, I slipped into Lockhart's office.

At this moment Lockhart was writing letters on his desk with a huge peacock quill. On his left hand were stacks of letters that looked like they would be blown over by the slightest breeze, while on his right were scattered piles of letters. A large stack of parchment already written on.

"Oh, Harry, you're here!" Lockhart just glanced up at me and then quickly focused on the letter in front of him, "Sit." He pointed with his free left hand to a handful of papers on his right He didn’t put down his pen until I sat down as promised, he pulled out his wand out of nowhere and waved it, a stack of envelopes that matched those letters appeared in front of me, “Come on, write some envelopes for me, as long as Just write 'Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, Third Class Order of Merlin, Honorary Member, Gilderoy Lockhart, Winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award for five consecutive times', and put these letters in an envelope Here. By the way, in the most gorgeous handwriting you can write."

I was dumbfounded and let him stuff me a small peacock quill: "But professor... isn't there class today..."

"It's not too late, it's not too late to post the reply, and today is the first day, so I'll give you a little laziness, Harry." Lockhart happily pulled out another piece of parchment, "I noticed that Your previous homework, very gorgeous cursive font, although it is much worse than mine... But those fonts are very Slytherin, unfortunately you belong to Gryffindor... It doesn't matter, Gryffindor needs to be more free... "

I resigned myself to writing the envelope, since I had no intention of learning anything from him anyway: "Professor Lockhart, are you a Slytherin graduate?"

"Yeah! Back then Hogwarts was not as peaceful as it is now, because of the army led by the Dark Lord." Lockhart was obviously immersed in the fun of replying the letter, and had no desire to talk deeply at all.

Didn't you join Voldemort's camp?how did you do it?Have you really been to so many places?What on earth do you know? ... I couldn't ask many questions, and after a long silence, I finally managed to say: "Hogwarts is not peaceful now."

"Yes, it's not very calm... Slytherins are good at protecting their lives wisely, but unfortunately you are Gryffindor..." Lockhart suddenly dropped his pen and began to rummage through his drawers, "Yes, in Where? I remember where I put it...that amulet...Ah! Here it is!" His eyes flashed and he pulled out from a corner a mask that looked a lot like a mask worn at a masquerade .He stared at my face carefully, shook his head and sighed: "Harry, your glasses are so unattractive! They only make you look more ordinary! (That's what I want!)" Lockhart said He took off my glasses, raised the mask in his hand and gestured in front of me.

"Uh, no, Professor, I think the old one is enough! I don't like being too conspicuous..." I tilted my head to the side in panic, did he want me to put this on? !

"Then... well. If you insist..." He put the mask back on the table with some frustration, tapped it with his wand, and it became the exact same pair of glasses I was wearing, "Well, flat glasses. Harry , It's a pity that you don't go to Slytherin." I stared at the glasses and waited for him to explain, "This is my farewell masquerade after lifting the curse of a noble royal princess during my world tour, so The mask worn by the princess—as my dance partner, she became the most shining focus of the audience! The princess gave me her amulet to thank me for achieving her perfect side," he pointed at the glasses, "It's luck, Harry, absolute luck! Better than a whole bottle of Golden Felix Felicia! It'll protect you—in the event of someone who petrifies a cat."

... I looked helplessly at the glasses, which I couldn't see anything special at all: "No need, Professor, since they have such great significance, how can you give them to me at will?"

"Casual? No! You're my student, Harry! Take it!" Lockhart shoved the glasses at me, slightly annoyed. "I want you to wear them all the time - that's my first lesson. !"

So, in the DADA class on the first night, I helped Lockhart write countless envelopes, and exchanged for a pair of glasses that looked the same but were actually different from before—well, they were used to cover up the ugly , it doesn't matter who gives it to whom.Thinking of this, I hurried back to the bedroom to continue my sleep time.

It's only the third day of school, but I feel like half a semester has passed!All the things have been concentrated in the recent period, Dobby, the diary, the secret room... I almost forgot that I was only 12 years old, why do I seem to have more troubles than an adult like Lockhart?do not care!My biggest task now is to improve my strength - Dobby is temporarily put aside, the diary is locked in the Room of Response, and all questions about the Chamber of Secrets are left to Mari.Now the most relaxing time of the day is class during the day. In fact, I really want to use the time-turner to catch up on sleep. I wonder how Dumbledore will react when he sees the "sleep" recorded in the notebook?

I tried my best to distract myself from the worry that I was about to face Snape's Potions class alone.Habitually put on the cloak of invisibility and came to the cellar.

"Uh, glory?...Black magic?...Potions??..." Merlin!I forgot to clear the passphrase!I actually forgot the password! ! "Strength?...Supremacy?...Cold-blooded...ruthless...awkward..." With a bitter face, I changed one code after another, but the door still didn't move at all. Damn it, I'm going to be late!If I'm late, who knows what the old bat will do to me! "...Old Bat! — Well, it's impossible..." I stared at the two gloomy snake sculptures on the gate, and finally ordered in snake language in a fit of anger: [Open! ] With a soft "click", the cellar door finally opened obediently to me.

It was so cool and gloomy here, I looked around, Snape was also at the desk, but Lockhart was replying to letters, and he was grading homework.

"Potter, don't think that the invisibility cloak is omnipotent." Snape didn't raise his head, I froze and took off the invisibility cloak quickly, and then he continued, "After I finish correcting these, even trolls can I want to see a perfect bottle of aging potion before answering more organized essays." I opened my mouth and stared at him in disbelief—no normal person would let a little wizard who just entered the second grade do it Aging agent? ! "What? Your intelligence has degraded to the level of a monkey so that you can't even recognize a cauldron?" He finally raised his head and swept to a corner of the room where the potion was made, then stared at me, word by word. Dayton, "Remember, it's perfect."

I bit my lower lip, damn it!I'm going all out!He's not as easy to fool as Lockhart, and if he doesn't let him know his true level, how much can he learn?Anyway, if I want to tell you about my husband, I won't do it!I touched the ring on my right hand - it was the brain defense augmentation item that Snape sold me in Knockturn Alley back then, but I didn't expect to use it to defend against him now, it's ironic... Putting aside distracting thoughts, I devoted myself wholeheartedly To the making of potions.

The time of concentrating on it always passes quickly. When a bottle of charmingly colored potion is finished, I am still immersed in my own world, and take a step back unconsciously, only to hit a wall of flesh.I was startled with fright: "Snape...Professor..." As I turned around, the bottle full of potions slipped out of my control.

Snape did not know when he was standing behind me, his pale and slender five fingers quickly grabbed my hand to save the aging agent who was just born and was going to see Merlin, and the other hand skillfully pulled out the bottle and transferred it to the shelf—I was so angry Why did Snape treat the potion like a lover, but he was completely impatient in class? !Had all his positive emotions been transferred to the potion? !He obviously prefers black magic!

Snapeson pointed to a large vat of scrap in the corner - they were scrap in my eyes! —— "According to the formula of the water of life and death, preliminarily process all the materials. I assume you have brought your brains out, so you don't need me to give you a copy of "Advanced Potion Preparation"?"

"Yes, Professor." I tried my best not to look so reluctant, Merlin knew, this is a formula that is only learned in advanced potions class in the sixth grade!

I was carefully handling the materials in my hands, but my thoughts went to nowhere... In the original novel, the Potions textbook that Snape used when he was young appeared in the sixth grade, and it seemed to contain many very useful things, such as "Shen Feng Wu Ying"—— I don't know if it was collected by Mari?I actually didn't look for this book in the first place!However, the classrooms of the upper grades are different from ours. Unless there is an invisibility cloak, it is almost impossible to get the book without anyone noticing.Hmm... Half-blood Prince is a good pseudonym for Snape... In fact, you can use this name to try out the passphrase just now—Half-blood Prince—wait a minute!Something seemed to flash through my mind, and I squeezed my wrist—"Ouch!" The knife that was cutting the grass stalks directly cut a deep gash on the finger.

I watched blankly as the blood that should have been red turned green, and my mind went blank, not knowing what to do.Snape has strode forward and squeezed my wrist tightly, but I dare not cry out the pain, I know he is trying to seal the blood vessels to prevent the poison from spreading: "Damn it! Is your brain full of slug mucus? ?! Don’t you know that the vine stems are highly poisonous and should not be stained with blood?!” He pushed me on the sofa and roared loudly in my ear, the sound made my eardrums buzz.

I timidly looked down at him as he roughly squeezed out all the green blood: "I'm sorry, professor... I didn't mean it, next time I won't..."

"Next time?! Do you want to have a next time?! I should really chop off your fingers! To save you from wasting these precious materials!!" Until red blood finally flowed from the cut on the finger, Snape Leaving me behind, I turned around and took out two bottles of potion. Without his order, I drank it immediately, and I couldn't taste anything.

"Bang!" Snape slammed down a copy of "Advanced Potion Preparation" in front of me, "Memorize it all! I ask for every word! Listen clearly! It's every word!! In the next class, if I checked that you made a typo, then you will never want to take my class again!!!" I nodded submissively, "Now, get out of here—"