gray eye to gray eye

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"No!" I said decisively.

"Okay, Your Royal Highness, Prince Draco, our baby Sharon is just stating the facts..." Blaise hugged Draco's shoulders and said with a smile.

Draco struggled in a bit of embarrassment, a faint red color appeared on the tips of his ears.

Pansy covered her mouth and snickered.

Blaise is considered big among his peers, at this stage he is half a head taller than Draco who has not yet developed a second time!

At the beginning of the school year, no matter which class is still in the theoretical stage, even the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that Draco was looking forward to the most.

Before the class, Draco also complained that I was too slow to sit in the first row.

Tell me, this is really unfair, Draco is just playing childish.

Freshmen walk together under the leadership of senior students!

Soon, though, Draco shut up.

A few Gryffindors, who were probably equally looking forward to it, entered the classroom ahead of time, occupying the first and second rows.

The classroom where Professor Quirrell was in class was filled with a smell of garlic, and the smell became stronger the closer he was to him, and Professor Quirrell didn't leave the podium for almost the whole class, and he stuttered a lesson to the textbook.

Draco gloated as the students in the two rows in front covered their noses throughout the class, their faces blushing.

It's a pity that Potter and Weasley rushed into the classroom through the back door when the class bell rang, and sat in the last row, otherwise Draco might have laughed happily, even we were so smoked that we could hardly eat Lunch!

"Dumbledore is really stupid!"

In the evening, in the lounge, Draco said with an unhappy face while revising his Defense Against the Dark Arts homework.

Professor Quirrell asked us to sort out the content of today's class and submit a paper, regardless of length.

Crabbe and Goyle copied two paragraphs straight from the book, in big, bold handwriting, and soon had a twelve-inch homework, while eating the cake they brought from the table at noon, While playing wizard chess.

Oh shit, I still can't get used to the damn quill.

A large drop of ink quickly smudged across the parchment.

"Oh, sorry, what did you just say?" I asked without looking up.

Draco put down his homework and watched me frantically try to suck up the blob of ink with another piece of paper.

"What is your wand for?" Draco asked impatiently.

"Clean up!"

The inked area is gone, along with the writing nearby, but it's better than writing it all over again.

"Thank you!" I hurriedly filled in the empty words, raised my head and said sincerely, "You helped me a lot!"

"Oh, nothing!" Draco tilted his head, avoiding my sight, "What class do we have tomorrow?"

"Two Potions lessons with Gryffindor," Pansy replied, putting away the parchment that had dried.

"Oh, come on, Draco, that's not smart enough, you've been muttering about potions all week in your dorm room!" Blaise said, poking Draco and laughing.

"So what!" Draco's face was blushing slightly.

The boys' dormitory in Slytherin was a room for two, but with two separate bathrooms, obviously Draco and Blaise were shared together.

"Don't say you haven't previewed Potions class!" Draco said slowly.

"Oh, what? Do you want to preview..." I barely jumped up.

"Honey, don't you have any previous lessons?" Pansy asked in surprise.

I acquiesced.

"I can't believe it, what are you doing when you go back to the dormitory so early every day?" Draco raised half of his eyebrows, "Sleep, huh?"

"Isn't the bedroom just for sleeping!" I said dryly.

"It's really sleeping!" Draco looked me up and down, "You went back to the dormitory after dinner yesterday! It's not even eight o'clock!"

Yes, unless there is homework, I always go back to the dormitory after dinner to sleep, even so, I still feel sleepy during the day in class!

Even Pansy and Blaise were a little surprised now.

"No wonder your skin is so good!"

Daphne, who had been sitting not far from us, said with a smile.

"Yes, beauty sleep!" I quickly answered.

Draco withdrew his gaze noncommittally, "You'd better give up that feeling tonight, Professor Snape is not like other professors..."

I looked at Blaise, Pansy and Daphne, and they all looked in agreement, "Well, since you all think so!"

After hastily checking the papers of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, I took out the potions textbook and read it...

Then, 5 minutes later, all kinds of unfamiliar words blurred before my eyes.

"...wake up, oh, I can't believe it..."

Draco's delicate features came close to his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a daze.

"Honey, you fell asleep while reading!"

"And it's been less than 10 minutes!"

Pansy and Blaise said one after the other.

I shook my head vigorously, trying to wake myself up, "Oh, I can't..."

"Honey, I think there's something wrong with you!" Daphne said with a concerned face.

"You went to bed at eight o'clock last night, and you're still dozing off..." Draco frowned slightly.

"If you want me to tell you, Baby Sharon should go back to rest. The headmaster has always been tolerant of our Slytherin students. Maybe it's just that we are not used to going to bed late!" Pansy persuaded.

I nodded and put the book away.

In fact, it’s useless to read it, I can’t even recognize the words above!

The next morning, the first-year students gathered in the common room as usual.

"Are you okay?" Daphne asked.

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just that I can sleep better!" I replied with some embarrassment.

Draco gave me a suspicious look.

Potions class is held in an underground classroom, which is colder than the main castle building above.

I guess it is probably for better preservation of various raw materials.

Along the walls are glass jars in which various taxidermy animals are soaked.

Like Professor Flitwick, Professor Snape picked up the roster as soon as class started, and like Flitwick, he stopped when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes," said Professor Snape in a low voice, with a "hissing" sound from his mouth, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous character."

Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle put their hands over their mouths and giggled.

I looked at Draco inexplicably, it seemed nothing funny!

After Professor Snape finished counting, he looked up at the whole class.

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting art of potion-making," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, but every word caught him.Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to bring order to the classroom with little effort. "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 swell and their minds blurred...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."

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