[HP] The Tweed River flows

The same goes for the days to come.In every class, I always take all the limelight with ease.All the professors except my mother praised me, even I was surprised by myself.

But life is never easy, and trouble comes with praise.It's easy to be jealous of my academic success and the favor of my professors, and my "special relationship" with Professor Ravenclaw only made it worse.I can't really argue with the idea that I was favored by professors because of my mother.My mother and I had nothing to do at school except in class, and she even avoided me deliberately in class.The same homework, if it is handed in with someone else's name, it must be an impeccable high score, but my mother can only get a "good" so-so.People with miserable fate like mine will be envied by others?Really speechless.Just having a "aunt" professor has already attracted so much right and wrong. If my dear classmates know the truth, I don't know how much trouble will be caused. "Rowena Ravenclaw got pregnant out of wedlock!" "The founder of Hogwarts is ruined!" "The reputation of the Ravenclaw family is ruined!" "The illegitimate daughter is an imposter!" Just thinking about it makes people shudder .So in school, I kept my distance from anything related to my mother.I think she probably thinks the same way.

"It's so unfair! Professor Ravenclaw added 20 points to Slytherin last time that idiot Katherine Murray used the Hovering Charm correctly. And this time you showed the conversion spell so perfectly that you actually Only 10 points!" Sylvia said angrily.Even with all the reverence for Professor Ravenclaw, she couldn't agree with my mother's actions.

And I have long been used to this, so I smiled lightly and didn't answer.

I'm grateful to have a friend like Sylvia speak up for me, but some people may see it differently.

"Of course she will do very well in Charms," ​​Catherine rolled her eyes and said sharply. "The Charms professor is her aunt! What's the point of showing off in Charms? No one of her can recite spells? Hogwarts is not her home, and Professor Ravenclaw is already avoiding suspicion, can't she see it?"

Sylvia looked very angry for a moment and seemed to rush over, but I grabbed her.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing my face, Sylvia calmed down, frowned and said, "There's no need to worry about them!"

"Yeah, it should be..." I murmured, my voice a little melancholy.Compared with my mother's talent, my magic spell is far worse, and everything is as it should be.

It is true that this Miss Catherine Murray was the most troublesome of all.You can say that she is jealous, but to some extent she represents the views of quite a few people:

I was educated by Rowena Ravenclaw himself, and I have been familiar with all the professors since I was a child. Simple things can be learned without learning, and complex courses have been previewed. give pointers.

My mother's charm lessons ended up being my nightmare.Prepare conscientiously, attend class carefully, and the results are mediocre after all.For whatever reason, in Charms, I couldn't find that feeling of being at home.It's frustrating to try your best and get nothing.Probably, I really failed to inherit my mother's talent.

Compared with walking on thin ice in Charms class, I am more comfortable in Professor Slytherin's Potions class.Maybe that's why Katherine Murray hates me so much.Professor Slytherin is notoriously harsh and stern, and getting a commendation in his class is nothing short of an honor.It's knowing this that I try to do my best in Potions.The more picky he is, the harder I work.In addition to what he taught, he often did extra homework, improving some textbook potion recipes with a few small knocks.Seeing the famously harsh Professor Slytherin showing a rare smile in front of my perfect potion, my little vanity was greatly satisfied.What was it to be complimented by Professor Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?To be affirmed by Professor Slytherin is the real victory!

Before I knew it, I had begun to be obsessed with the envious eyes of others.I thought I was simply enjoying the freewheeling feeling, without realizing that I was also becoming pushy.For example, when everyone was still practicing turning the beetle into a button, I would turn the button back into a beetle next to me, which aroused the surprise and admiration of my classmates; Write it down silently, so that Mrs. Boleyn, who teaches astronomy, will turn her anger into joy.Only in my mother's class did I restrain myself, because I knew that my little tricks were not worth mentioning in front of her.Although Sylvia doesn't like me like this, she will acquiesce after a long time.In hindsight, the behavior was ridiculously childish, but how do you explain all this to a smug 11-year-old girl?Even if time goes back a thousand times, I am afraid it will end in the same way.