A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 16 Potions Lesson

On Friday morning, the students ate breakfast noisily in the auditorium.For the vast majority of freshmen, they have already adapted to life in Hogwarts, and they will not always get lost in the castle.

A hundred owls fluttered through the windows into the auditorium, flying feathers all over the sky.This is something that has to be experienced every morning, and everyone is familiar with it.

Owen skillfully picked up a dinner plate to cover his oatmeal to prevent the fluff from flying into it, and picked up a napkin in one hand to cover his mouth and nose and sneezed.

Ika, the family owl, dropped a letter on the table in front of Owen, and affectionately pecked Owen's fingertips.After begging for a bite of bread, he flapped his wings and flew away.

Owen picked up the envelope on the table. It was a jet-black hard envelope with the Shafiq family's crest printed on it, and it was sealed with a silver wax seal with a rose pattern on it.

Compared with the mysterious and formal envelope, the content of the letter is very casual, obviously written by Mr. Shafiq.

"...we've heard about you at school, fine, hold on.

"Your mother asked me to say hello to you for her, and to tell you: We are doing well at home.

"Actually, it's never been so good. There are no strange things happening at home this year... so if something happens, remember to write more letters to the family. Adeline and I agree that you should be more independent at your age.

"Don't go wandering in the Forbidden Forest in the first year, the creatures there are too dangerous. Of course, if you want to sneak into the restricted section of the library, I very much agree. There are too many ancient books that our family doesn't have , as long as you don't get caught, you can always gain something... If you get caught, I believe it will be an unforgettable experience."

"..."

Owen folded the letter paper dumbfounded. He could guarantee that Mrs. Shafik had not read this letter, otherwise it would never have been mailed.

"There are two potions classes from our dean this morning, and no class in the afternoon." Not far away, Draco looked at today's class schedule and said happily, "Let's go to class with Gryffindor... just watch, I will definitely make them look good, and let them recognize their position as losers early!"

The two houses of Slytherin and Gryffindor have been at odds for a long time. Whenever the two houses collide, they always seem full of gunpowder.This atmosphere gradually affected the freshmen, making them all gear up.

"Great, as long as you can finish boiling the potion first in front of everyone in the class." Owen said in a good mood, stirring his porridge with a spoon.

"Isn't that a matter of course?" Draco felt a little guilty, but it was absolutely impossible to admit it, "Isn't it, Harry?"

Harry was not at all interested in the subject, and was reading a letter from his snow-white owl, Hedwig, with a pleasant smile on his face.

He and Hagrid hadn't seen each other since the sorting ceremony.Harry had been worried that Hagrid would never want to talk to him again, but fortunately he finally received a letter from Hagrid today, inviting him to his cottage for tea this afternoon.Hagrid was delighted and relieved to find that he hadn't ostracized him for being sorted into Slytherin.

"Who wrote you the letter?" Draco, who didn't receive a response, stretched his neck and took a look, seeing the scribbled letters on the letter paper.

"Hagrid?" Draco said slowly, seeing the signature on the letter, "I've heard of him. He's a rough man, lives in that cabin on the school grounds, gets drunk from time to time, plays Some magic, and finally burned his own bed... You'd better not associate with such people."

"I think he's very smart." Harry's expression turned ugly, "He's my friend! If he hadn't found me, I wouldn't have been able to enter Hogwarts at all!"

"You can't get into Hogwarts? All wizards can't let this happen." Draco looked at him, "That stupid big man told you that? He would put gold on his face You will be affected by staying with such a nonsense servant..."

"Sorry, that's all my own judgment. Also, I don't think there's anything wrong with staying with Hagrid." After Harry finished speaking, he angrily left the auditorium with his schoolbag.

Draco stared at his leaving back and frowned, then looked at the people around him: "Do you think I'm right?"

"Should... no problem?" Pansy said with some concern.

"I don't know." Blaise shook his head.

"I haven't met Hagrid, so I can't comment." Daphne pursed her lips.

"But it's bad manners to speak ill of people behind their backs, especially in front of a person's friends." Owen said softly as he finished his last sip of cereal.

"I did it for his own good. Hmph, he will regret it one day." Draco raised his chin proudly.

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The Potions class was held in an underground classroom, the temperature here was very cold, and there were many glass jars soaked in animal specimens around the walls, making it even more gloomy under the dim light.

As soon as he entered the classroom, Owen was convinced that he didn't like this classroom.There are so many classrooms in the castle, why can't we choose a sunny and pleasant place for class?
He sat down in a corner that looked brighter, and began to look at the Gryffindor students.Hermione Granger greeted Harry, and then continued to argue with the girl next to her in a low voice about the preparation method of a certain potion. Neville Longbottom scanned the specimen jars around the classroom in horror, his body shivering.

Ron Weasley, with fiery red hair, glanced at Harry, who was sitting there alone with a cold face, from time to time, his face was full of curiosity and vigilance, his expression changed complicatedly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. something.

When the lesson started, Professor Snape strode in. The black cloak dangling behind him made him look like a big bat flying close to the ground.

His indifferent gaze swept across the entire classroom, as if pouring a basin of cold water on everyone's heads, everyone involuntarily fell silent, and needles could be heard in the classroom.

Professor Snape picked up the roll and called them one by one. When Harry's name was called, he paused and glanced at Harry. His dark eyes were indifferent and empty, bottomless.

"Harry Potter, a famous person. But if you act recklessly because of your reputation, don't expect me to be lenient to you." The corner of his mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and he said in a low voice.

"I won't, professor!" Harry blushed, and began to wonder if the professor in front of him really hated him?
Although he fell out with Draco, he was still impressed by what the other party told him about Snape these days.

According to Draco, after seeing Harry come to his college, the dean was actually happy; although the dean looked indifferent on the surface, he was actually just not good at expressing his inner emotions; and, the dean I believe in Harry's excellence more than anyone else, have high hopes for him, and hope that he will become the pride of the academy...

Harry silently clenched his fists, and kept telling himself in his heart: The dean is just not very good at talking, yes, he is kindly reminding himself not to be arrogant just because he is famous!

After the roll call, Snape threw the roll roll on the podium, and then said the opening remark in his deep voice unhurriedly: "Potion preparation is a precise and strict craft, maybe some of you Many people here will not believe that this is magic, and I don't expect you to truly understand the magical power that belongs to the field of potions..."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..."

Such provocative and seductive words are enough to make anyone's blood boil when they hear it for the first time. The little wizards are short of breath and can't help leaning forward, indulging in the beautiful prospect described by Professor Snape.

"Well, I believe Professor Snape's strict education and venomous sarcasm will soon shatter their unrealistic illusions, puncture those swollen hearts, and let the students wake up to face the cruel Reality." Owen thought a little funny.

(End of this chapter)