hp Ouroboros

A week passed after the start of school, and Defense Against the Dark Arts was finally on the list of most students' favorite courses.Of course, many people were dissatisfied with this down-and-out professor—all of them were students of Slytherin.In third year Gryffindor class, the Boggart of the famous 'Crucible Killer' Mr. Neville Longbottom appeared as Professor Snape and dressed him in his grandmother's frightening clothes Spread like wildfire on campus, spread fast.

Professor Snape is the head of Slytherin House, and many Slytherin students feel that this matter is a bit too disrespectful.Why was Mr. Longbottom so afraid of Professor Snape?Isn't it because he always caused such and other troubles in class!

"This incident made many Slytherins unhappy." Sylvia put down the goblet with black feathers in her hand, and said disapprovingly.

Sylvia and Camille were sitting in a corner of the Gryffindor lounge, one was practicing Transfiguration and the other was anxiously rushing through History of Magic homework.The weather at Hogwarts is getting colder and colder. Using the excuse that the Slytherin underwater lounge is too cold, Sylvia followed her girlfriend Camille into Gryffindor Tower openly one day. It also scared many Gryffindor students in the lounge.As probably the first Slytherin student in history to live safely in Gryffindor Tower, Miss Sylvia Slytherin did not have any unpleasant things with the Gryffindor students, and even On the contrary, she would come to the Weasley twins from time to time when Camille was too busy with homework to give her some advice on their 'gizmos', which made the progress of some of the Weasley twins' mischievous gadgets There has been rapid progress-nosebleed caramel only needs to make users bleed a little nosebleed to achieve the purpose of skipping classes, instead of really sending people into the clutches of the medical wing queen by spraying nosebleeds.

Not to mention that Miss Camille, who already needs to be taught by Professor McGonagall, is only willing to teach some tips on Transfiguration when Sylvia is nesting in Gryffindor Tower. Camille doesn't mind others who want to hear The students leaned closer to listen to her when she was explaining to Sylvia. She is usually reluctant to speak at all. This opportunity is very rare.

Now it's just after dinner, and Sylvia is nestling in Gryffindor Tower practicing what she doesn't know why is a particularly crappy Transfiguration (it's just crappy compared to her other perfect talents, which are actually almost the same grade level of students).

Camille raised her head from her messy history of magic reference book, pinched Sylvia's 'masterpiece' with two fingers, looked around, shook her head with a look of disgust and put it back on the table. With a wave, Sylvia's transformation was immediately released, and Sylvia's tragic raven Hella, who was caught practicing transformation all night, reappeared on the table.

"It doesn't matter if Slytherin is unhappy, nothing good will happen if they are happy!" Ron obviously heard Sylvia's comment just now.

Hermione, who was sitting next to Senior Sylvia and staring at the two seniors practicing transfiguration, frowned and turned to stare at Ron, "Professor Snape is really unfair, but that's not something we can use to blame." The reason why the professor is joking!" Hermione remembered that none of the Slytherin students laughed in class that day, they all had dark faces, and even Pansy, who would nod and greet her when she saw her on the road before, did not smile after that class. Don't look at her anymore.

Sylvia looked at Harry who kept his head down next to Ron in a strange way. He seemed a little quiet recently?If Professor Snape had been mentioned before, Harry would have jumped up to support that impolite Weasley boy.

"Hey!" Ron elbowed the silent Harry, "Why didn't you talk? That big bat is the worst thing for you."

"Well..." Harry's expression was a little dazed, but he still didn't express any opinions.

"Maybe the Quidditch training is too tiring." Ron shrugged and concluded to himself.

Maybe he has something to say?Gryffindor has not won the Quidditch Champions Cup for many years since Charlie Weasley graduated. Sylvia can see the Gryffindor players exhausted and shuffling around the grid from time to time recently. Walking around the ryffindor lounge, but it just feels like something's not right...

Harry was grateful that his two best friends didn't notice anything, Ron had always been careless and rough, and Hermione seemed to be so busy lately that he didn't know how she was going to finish all those things that appeared on her timetable at the same time. elective courses.

Quidditch training is tough. This year is captain Oliver Wood's last chance to win the Quidditch Champions Cup. Everyone takes this matter very seriously. He trains three times a week and the weather is getting worse. It was getting colder and wetter, and the nights were getting darker; but no amount of mud, wind or rain could shake their rosy prediction that their team would win the giant Silver Quidditch Cup at last.And Harry is the most important part of this outcome... Every time he thinks of this, Harry feels a heavy weight on his body.

But there was another thing - in second year, Headmaster Dumbledore had arranged for him and Snape to learn Occlumency.Yes, their 'make-up lessons' are still going on, but this semester, I don't know why Snape seems to be suddenly busy. Their make-up lessons have become irregular, and there is only one class in about two weeks or even three weeks.

And the last lesson... Harry was a little dazed.

He managed to fight back last night after that nasty Snape saw all the privacy in his head, but...

Up to now, a day has passed, and he still can't believe what he saw about Professor Snape's past—his father, who was a hero in everyone's mouth, turned out to be a real bully who bullied other students asshole? !Harry felt his stomach churning.His father and a few of his friends ganged up on bullying Professor Snape like a real, contemptible bully.

Back then, Professor Snape wore shabby clothes that didn't fit well and couldn't even afford textbooks... How was that any different from when he lived at Aunt Petunia's?Oh, no, his situation seems to be better than that of Professor Snape at that time?At least he knew that the wizarding world had inherited a Gringotts vault inheritance from parents he had never met, and Snape had nothing when he was a child, and was bullied by his father when he came to school.

Harry turned his head to look at Hermione, who was sitting on the other side of Ron. She was actively asking some questions with Slytherin's senior sister, Sylvia. They seemed to be getting along so happily, which made Harry feel even more Panic.

Put yourself in their shoes, just like Snape wanted to be friends with his mother when he was sorted into Gryffindor, if Hermione or Ron were sorted into Slytherin and he just wanted to be friends with them, then To be bullied by other Slytherins... (Don't mention Malfoy, the young master has been quiet recently and has no sense of presence. Instead, his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle, jumped out to provoke from time to time.)

Harry turned back to stare at his half-written potions homework, feeling sad, he knew what it was like to be humiliated in front of a circle of onlookers, he knew exactly what Snape was like when he was being taunted by his father what mood.His father was indeed an arrogant man, exactly what Snape had been telling him all along... how was he going to bring it up to his friends? !Probably out of a strange sense of guilt, Harry has silently endured the harshness towards Snape recently.

"Bobobobo..." A large cauldron was boiling slightly, Snape looked at the slightly tumbling gray-black potion as viscous as muddy water inside, and confirmed that the Wolfsbane that was brewing. No problem, Snape covered the pewter pot and walked out of the potions room, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

He looked up at the clock. At four o'clock in the morning, Snape went to the wine cabinet in the corner of the office and took out a bottle of red wine. A little prep is needed, and even an hour or two of sleep right now won't make much sense.

Snape poured out a glass of red wine, he hadn't slept for two nights... After thinking about it, he went to the finished potion storage room and added a little of his special refreshment to the red wine.

The rubbish homework of those damned little trolls and the boring and time-consuming preparations for Potions class in all seven years of Hogwarts will cost the youngest potions master of this century a lot of money Time, and this year... oh!Snape sat down on the battered but soft armchair in his office and let out a snort of disdain. Albus didn't seem to be satisfied unless he squeezed him out of use. He was already busy with only summer vacation. I was able to do some research on my own potions during the holidays and Christmas. This semester is good, and an adult werewolf came directly to be the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!Still an old enemy!

But thinking of the down-and-out Lupine who was behind Albus and asking him to make medicine for him, ah, Snape reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth.Look, it's the same werewolf, an adult can't do as well as a little girl!Not to mention learning a little bit of Miss Camille's fighting spirit, you can't even make a potion yourself.

If Miss Camille wasn't a Gryffindor, he wanted to give her an extra fifty points, but for the sake of the stable relationship between Miss Camille and Miss Slytherin, he decided to give her the discretion in the next class. It is very good to add one.

He was originally the professor who was least optimistic about the relationship between Camille and Sylvia, a Gryffindor and a Slytherin... Snape remembered the remedial lesson he gave Potter last night, although Potter saw it when he was a child It's really a shame to be so miserable, but now that he can finally understand that his father is an asshole, maybe it's worth it?

Pansy Parkinson Extra Episode (3)

"Melbourne Melbourne...ah, here." Pansy sat upright at the desk in the hotel room, looking at the big map of Australia seriously, and there were some scattered other maps on the table, as if Think of yourself as an itinerary planner.

After confirming his location and the itinerary from home that the Grangers had mentioned to him, Pansy put away the map in peace, turned around and began to study the inns of the Muggles... Well, it seems that Being a hotel is a bit strange?Pansy remembered that they got off the plane, rented a car, and drove to this suburban cabin.As a result, she didn't even see a hotel receptionist. She saw Mr. Granger go to a small iron box that looked like a letter box standing by the door and fiddled with it for a while, and then just opened the door with the key. They beckoned into the house? !

If it wasn't for Hermione (well, it's definitely not that she's so familiar with this little bastard wizard that she can be called by name, but that they are all Grangers, it's just for easy distinction!)...if it wasn't for Hermione repeatedly Emphasizing that this was an inn, she thought the two-bedroom cottage with its own garden was the property of the Granger family.

"This hotel is really strange, there is not even a service staff." Pan Xi was a little disgusted, she obviously didn't count the dilapidated place like the Leaky Cauldron, which has no service staff even if there is a 'waiter' Old Tom, into the scope of the hotel .

Hermione was packing her luggage. They were going to play in Melbourne for a few days first, so things should be packed or they still need to be packed.Hearing Pansy's little complaint, Hermione couldn't help but smile, "This is called a homestay, and it's newly developed recently. As long as you have a room vacant there, you can rent it out as a hostel to tourists who come to play. Different from that kind of professional large hotel, this kind of hostel basically has no personal service, and of course most of the prices will be cheaper than professional ones, besides..." Hermione hung the last piece of clothing in the closet and walked to the bed While opening the curtains, it was already night outside, the night sky without any pollution was full of stars, and a Milky Way clearly crossed the sky, "Besides, the scenery here is better than hotels in the city, isn't it?"

Pansy also went to the window, isn't it just a star, nothing special, it can be seen in her family's manor, so the Muggles are really fussing and have no knowledge at all!She complained in her heart, but gradually let go of the unspeakable heavy pressure in her heart since she left home after arguing with her father during the summer vacation. The corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and she stood by the window together with Hermione and looked up.

It was also the night sky full of stars, how could she think of looking up in that oppressive and restrained home?Even with a quick glance, his head never stops for such a beautiful scenery. The sole heir of the Parkinson family has too many things to learn and think about.

But maybe here... just for a little while here, she could be nobody but Pansy?

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In the following days, perhaps Pansy slowly let go of some airs, and Hermione felt that they had a very good time...

"What's this!...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Pansy screamed, well, at least Hermione thought she was having a good time.

Hermione ran over, "Pfft!" Although it was impolite to laugh out loud at this time, Pansy sat down in a puddle of mud, staring wide-eyed at a white alpaca standing in the enclosure. The video footage is really funny.

From this picture, one can tell that Panxi was hit on the head by the alpaca... In winter, the suburbs of Australia are surrounded by clouds and mist, and the ground is very humid, not to mention it rained last night. Panxi did not stand properly. Just like that, he fell into the mud pit.

"I just took a look. There are no extra clothes in the car. We'd better go back quickly, so that we'll catch a cold if we get wet." Hermione quickly helped Pansy up and took the clothes from the car. The towel helped her get rid of the muddy water on her body a little.

They came to Australia to play in the summer season in the UK. It is winter in Australia in the southern hemisphere. Because it is the off-season for tourism, air tickets and accommodation are much cheaper to come to places as far away as Australia. However, in the middle of winter, the temperature in the suburbs of Melbourne can be quite cold No joke.

Unaccustomed to it, Pansy silently stuffed the wand back into the wand holder that was held in his hand when he was pushed away by that strange creature like a camel or a sheep.They just arrived in this strange country two days ago, she habitually cast a floating spell on her clothes, making them float to the closet to hang up, just like what she did in Parkinson Manor, Hermione also Across the room, Pansy jumped with a short, high-pitched scream.Facts have proved that Miss Granger's concerns were correct. Pansy did not receive a warning letter from the British Ministry of Magic, but five seconds later the door of the B&B they rented was knocked by a tall wizard—— Australia is not only a place where muggles *blocked keyword* were exiled hundreds of years ago, this almost isolated place is also a place where wizards from all over Europe exile criminals, but those who were exiled here made a big mistake , but not the really heinous *shielded keyword*, the truly terrifying felon... The British wizarding world has the terrifying prison of Azkaban.

Fortunately, before coming to Australia, Pansy and Hermione applied for wizarding international travel at the British Ministry of Magic...

Pansy was sitting in the car rented by Granger's parents, thinking of applying in advance, tsk tsk, it really is a wizard of the bastard, and Hermione didn't even know that wizards had to go to the Ministry of Magic to apply for registration before going abroad legally!However, when she accompanied the ignorant Granger to the Ministry of Magic to apply, she also let her camp choose to show her face in front of everyone.This is how to choose sides gracefully, so she doesn't give Granger a stupid smirk, which is as stupid as putting an 'I support the Saviors' note on her face.

Cough, it's far away, anyway, that day the wizard representing the Australian Ministry of Magic came to give her a warning, and then, then she experienced the hard life of "orthodox" Muggles...

"I'm going to use that washer myself in a minute! And the dryer!" Pansy insisted.

"Pfft! Cough, ok, ok." Hermione swallowed back the burst of laughter that almost blurted out with two fake coughs.

snort!This bastard little witch actually wanted to laugh at her!Pansy was very annoyed, Muggles are so troublesome, there are so many buttons on a machine, and there are no written signs to clearly understand what those swirl patterns and other strange icons mean, she How did he know that to wash a sweater, he had to press the button with a picture of fluffy clothes that looked like a poor-quality sweater that had come off the thread!Then after washing the clothes, you have to press the button with the water drop pattern to dehydrate, so Muggles are really thinking strangely. What is the relationship between water droplets and dehydration? !Who would use such a washing machine with weird logos!And that inexplicable dryer! ! !As the Grangers drove back to their bed and breakfast, Pansy ran a long, serious critique of the two 'hate-looking' Muggle machines in his head.