[HP] The Elegance of the Night

Igil felt that getting along with Draco was very pleasant. The Malfoy family's positioning of aristocratic tastes coincided with that of the Black family, and their living habits were also similar. The point is understandable.

In Professor McGonagall's transfiguration class, they perfectly turned matches into silver needles almost at the same time. This is a trivial matter for people who have received strict magic training since childhood. Professor McGonagall added one point to each of them.

Draco pouted, obviously he was 1 second faster than Igil, their competition is not over yet.

He shook the silver needle in his hand provocatively at Igil. At this time, the needle had turned green and was engraved with beautiful reliefs. If you looked carefully, you would find that it was Slytherin's snake-shaped totem.

Igil dismissed this, but still carved the family crest of the Black family on the thin needle in his hand.It was a shield-shaped, black logo with a mountain between two stars as the main body and a sword as the foundation. On both sides of the shield were two leaping greyhounds, which was much more complicated than Slytherin's snake-shaped logo.

Professor McGonagall therefore awarded them each a point for Slytherin.

Pansy sat with her chin in the back row of them playing with her small fan. Igil and Draco's heated interaction didn't affect her, and she and Blaise exchanged notes until the end. The match turned into a sharp needle, but at this point there were no bonus points.

It was Friday in a blink of an eye, and the long-awaited day for the Slytherins finally arrived. This morning was the Potions class given by their respected Headmaster, Professor Snape.The corners of the Slytherins' lips curled up at the thought of how wonderful it would be to spend two lessons with the Gryffindor cubs in the cold cellar they had long been used to.

Although my dean is as strict as Professor McGonagall, I have never heard of any deduction of Slytherin House points. In this regard, Professor Snape is not generally defending the shortcomings, and the professor's dislike of Gryffindor is famous...

During breakfast time, the owl delivered the "Daily Prophet" to Igil as usual. Draco received a big package. He saw Potter on the opposite table notice his package, so he smiled in front of everyone. Take it apart, and inside is a large variety of high-end candies and cakes.

The cake was made by his mother and it was delicious.

After eating a piece of fruit cake, Igil praised without hesitation, and Draco's proud nose almost turned up to the sky.

There was also a letter with the package, and Draco put it away carefully.

Different from Draco's approach, Potter at the opposite table also received a note today. He borrowed a quill from the Weasley boy next to him and hurriedly replied on the back of the note, and then chatted and laughed with everyone.

After a week of adaptation, everyone was no longer so curious about this savior, and he was much more at ease without the probing eyes of others, and he was more cheerful than when he first arrived at Hogwarts.

But Saint Potter soon stopped laughing, and Professor Snape was not very friendly when he looked at him.

The Potions classroom in the cellar was colder than other places, with glass jars filled with stuffed animals lining the walls.Professor Snape picked up the roster as soon as the class started, and Igil keenly felt that when the professor clicked on his surname "Black", he procrastinated half a syllable longer than others.

Professor Snape paused when he called Potter's name.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, here's our new one—something famous."

Draco and his two minions put their hands over their mouths and giggled, but it wasn't just them, the Slytherin freshmen had been waiting to see the Gryffindor show for a long time, how could they miss any laughing at them Opportunity.

Potter heard the laughter and glanced this way, with a trace of complaint in his green eyes.

Seeing this, Draco put down his hands and stopped smiling, but the corners of his mouth were still slightly hooked, and he could see that Potter's aggrieved expression pleased him, and Igil secretly made a contemptuous gesture towards him in his heart.

Professor Snape raised his eyes and looked at all the students after calling their names. His dark eyes were indifferent and empty, like two dark tunnels.

His abyssal gaze paused for a while on Ellie Windsor's face and straight red hair. At this time, the girl's green eyes were full of inexplicable admiration for him.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and exacting craft of potion-making," Snape began, his tone soft but everyone could clearly hear his every word.

"Many of you won't believe it's magic, as there's no foolish wand waving here. I don't expect you to really appreciate the beauty of that simmering cauldron with its white smoke and fragrance, You don't 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 Just the kind of dumbass fools I've come across all the time."

After he finished his short opening remarks, the audience fell silent.

"Potter, what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked.

"I don't know, sir..." said Harry.

"It seems that fame is not everything." Snape pouted contemptuously.

"Well, let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

"I don't know..." Potter stared straight into his indifferent eyes, and Professor Snape's face became even more gloomy.

"Potter, then tell me what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfsbane aconitum?" At this time, the professor's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the fire was burning.

"They're the same plant, Professor," replied Potter, knowing that getting it wrong would be no fun.

"Powdered narcissus root and infusion of wormwood together make a powerful sleeping potion, the water of life and death. Bezoar can be found in the bellies of cows. Got it? Why don't you write it all down."

Potions class continued, and Professor Snape divided them into pairs and instructed them to mix and prepare a simple potion for scabies.

The situation of the students was a mess, and almost all of them were criticized, but only Gryffindor took a lot of points for it.

Professor Snape rolled around in the classroom in a black robe. Many children who couldn't bear the pressure were severely deducted points because they were too nervous and made more low-level mistakes.But it's a pity that although Potter's technique was rusty, he didn't make any mistakes, which made Snape deeply regretful.

The only pair in the class, Draco and Igil, was praised.Just as the Professor was showing everyone how perfectly they cooked the tentacled slugs, there was a loud hiss from Longbottom's cauldron, and a puff of acidic green smoke came out.The potion in the pot was splashed everywhere, burning holes in the students' shoes.

Longbottom was soaked in the potion. At this time, his arms and legs were covered with red and swollen scabies, and he screamed in pain.

"Idiot!" Professor Snape snarled and waved his wand to wipe away the potion spilled on the ground, and commanded the students in the same group to send him to the medical wing.

"Potter, why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills? Do you think he made a mistake to show you? Gryffindor lost a point because of you." After finally deducting Potter's points, Professor Nepe was in a good mood.

When get out of class was over, the kid from the Weasley family followed Potter closely to comfort the savior's wounded heart, making Draco, who had been paying attention to Potter, roll his eyes.

There is no class in the afternoon, and the first week of the new semester is over, so I can sleep in tomorrow.

What a wonderful day it has been...

The little snakes in Slytherin were very satisfied watching the show, and Draco was in a complicated mood.

Igil, who accompanied Draco out of the classroom, heard the little lion Ellie showing love in her eyes, and she was so different. The other Gryffindors couldn't wait to leave the cellar and didn't want to stay any longer.

"Professor, you are really handsome, but why did the plot change a bit? It shouldn't affect it..."

What is the plot?Does she still miss the soap operas of the Muggle world?Igil thought to himself when he heard the voice.

Muggle wisdom...

At this time, Harry Potter was a little annoyed that Weasley followed closely, he was not as fragile as he appeared on the outside.

He won't feel hurt because of what happened just now, because of those childish topics...