Hogwarts: Comprehension is against the sky, strength is flying bricks

What's the scariest thing?

Is it a Soul Eater?

Is it Voldemort?

Or the older generation of Greenwald?

Snape thought neither.

I have already gone through too much.

But looking at Harry Potter who was late in front of the door.

Snape felt like he had seen the most horrible thing in the world.

A "girl" who looks exactly like Lily Evans stands in the doorway.

Just like that year, standing in the classroom, I saw the door of the classroom, and the girl who walked into the classroom was smiling.

Snape felt as if he was dreaming.

I searched for it, but I never found Lily.

But Lily suddenly appeared from behind her and patted herself.

The fragrant floral fragrance poured into his nose.

Then the dream woke up.

Snape knew that it was Harry, not Lily.

Snape sniffled.

Pick up the roll of takers.

The voice is dry.

"Harry, Harry..."

That Potter didn't read it after all.

Draco Malfoy and his friend Crabbe and Goyle covered their mouths with their hands and laughed.

"Hey, Potter."

"Why are you interested in coming to school with long hair today."

Snape looked up sharply.

He glared at Draco Malfoy and his friend Crabbe and Goyle with his cold, hollow eyes reminiscent of two pitch-black tunnels.

Squeeze a few words out of between your teeth.

"Slytherin, deduct ten points."

The three were stunned and did not dare to speak anymore.

"You are here to learn the exact science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation."

Snape spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Since there is no stupid waving of the wand here, many of you will not believe that it is magic."

"I don't expect you to really grasp the beauty of the simmering cauldron with white smoke and a burst of fragrance, you don't really understand the magic of the liquid flowing into people's veins, the heart-wrenching and confusing will."

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

"But there must be one thing, and that is that you are not the stupid fools I often encounter."

Snape finished his opening remarks that he had prepared for a long time.

The class was silent.

"Harry!"

Snape said suddenly.

"What do I get if I add Narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry was startled.

This question was dreamed of in my dream at night.

"Narcissus root powder and wormwood together can be formulated into a powerful sleeping pill. It's a service of life and death"

"If I want you to find me a piece of bezoar, where will you find it?"

Hermione tried to keep her hands high without leaving her seat.

But Harry also dreamed about it yesterday.

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow and has a strong detoxifying effect."

"Harry, what is the difference between Aconitum scaptiform and Aconitum wolf?"

Snape asked softly in a gentle voice no one had ever heard before.

The little wizard in class was a little creepy.

"Aconitum scaphibide and lupus aconitum are the same plant, also collectively known as aconitum. Professor. "

Harry Potter answered smoothly again.

Then Harry seemed to think of something.

I opened my mouth, not knowing whether to say it or not.

Then it seemed to have made up some kind of decision, Dao.

"Professor."

"The flower language of narcissus is love, and the language of wormwood is pain."

"So you're trying to say..."

Snape didn't know what Harry said next.

When I saw Harry today, I only felt that the memory of death was attacking him.

He only knew if today was a dream.

He would never wake up.

Snape, holding Harry, couldn't cry.

......

I didn't succeed in my first two classes at Hogwarts.

On the way from class.

Hermione said to Oga.

"Oga, I regret coming to Hogwarts."

"I'm silly, really."

"I just know that the little wizard I met on the train to school is not very smart."

"But I didn't expect that the classrooms here are like this..."

Hermione thought for a moment and spat out two words.

"Pervert."

Oga nodded frantically.

There is no consciousness at all as the culprit who persecuted the two professors.

At this time, inside the principal.

Dumbledore sat in the headmaster's seat.

Eating a heap of cockroaches holding the table.

"Do you two want to come?"

Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall and Snape.

Professor McGonagall shook her head in shame.

"Headmaster, no, you listen to the explanation."

"I really am Margnes suddenly out of control..."

She hadn't finished yet.

Snape turned and Dumbledore looked at her suspiciously at the same time.

You don't need to open your mouth to know what they want to say.

"As a master of Transfiguration, the first person in Transfiguration in the magical world, tell me that you are not good at Transfiguration?"

Professor McGonagall bowed her head in shame.

"It's over, I can't explain it now."

Dumbledore stopped talking.

"McGonagall, you..."

Dumbledore sighed.

"You should pay more attention in the future."

Professor McGonagall lowered her head lower.

"It's over, this is a pervert..."

Dumbledore turned to look at Snape.

More eager to talk.

"Snape, I didn't mean to say anything about you..."

"You better control yourself a little..."

Snape snorted coldly and turned his head away.

It was as if the one who couldn't cry that day was not himself at all.

Dumbledore raised his voice.

"Snape, that's Harry, Harry Potter!"

"Not Lily Evans!"

Snape snorted coldly again.

Get up and slam the door.

Looking back at Oga, the next class is an herbal medicine class.

They were to be taken by a stocky witch named Sprout to the greenhouse behind the castle to study herbology.

Learn how to breed these exotic plants and fungi and learn what they are used for.

And Oga has been preparing for this day for a long time.

"Oga, this is an herbology class."

Hermione said to Oga.

"Yes, I know."

Oga looked at Hermione in amazement, not understanding why she was asking such an obvious question.

"Then why are you carrying a crucible and a big bag of ingredients!"

Hermione finally couldn't help but shout.

Oga patted his head.

"Yes."

Oga thought to himself.

"There is no need for fresh fruits and vegetables to be picked and eaten."

"It's okay to wait for a class and then eat."

Then the way was serious.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"Huh?"

Hermione blushed slightly.

The two talked and laughed and walked to the classroom.

Sprout, the teacher of the herbology class, also arrived.

Nothing strange happened in this lesson.

Hermione's strange impression of Hogwarts had finally changed.

As for Sprout's discovery that the herbs in the yard were almost polished afterwards, let's not mention it for the time being.

Inside the cafeteria, a boiling crucible was bubbling.

The soup inside is bright red and looks very tempting.

Oga picks up a piece of fish meat with purple shirt wooden chopsticks.

The fishbone on it has been given to the elf to remove.

Slightly soak in a red oil pan.

The light fish is cooked.

Oga tasted.

Exclaimed.

"The fish in Black Lake is fresh."

Then look around and see no one.

Secretly take out the freshly picked dish.

"What is this, Bai Xian? Take a bite. "

"Good."

"What is it, mandrake? Take a bite. "

"It's a little numb."

"What is it? Motherland bites kale!! "

"Well, forget about this, I can't eat this."

In this way, Oga fought with his blood bar long defense high, almost immortal.

Whether it is toxic or not, as long as it is delicious, I will eat it again.

After the food was full, Oga sighed.

"You still need even meat and vegetables to be healthy."

Then Oga got up from the stool.

"It's delicious, I'll eat it again next time the dish is ripe!"

Professor Sprout was not there at this time.

Otherwise, there will be one more person in the infirmary.

It's another day, and today's lesson is what the class is really looking forward to is Defense Against the Dark Arts.

As soon as Oga entered the classroom, he could smell the smell of garlic.

He heard him say that this was to drive away a vampire he met in Romania, fearing that the vampire would come back and get him.

He tells them that his large scarf was a gift from an African prince who thanked him for helping him get rid of the zombies.

And his large scarf smelled strangely, and the Weasleys' twin insisted it must have been stuffed with garlic too. That way, wherever Professor Quirrell went, he had protection.

Oga complained inwardly.

"Voldemort, it's really hard for you to hide in this environment."

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