Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Harry knew that he was dreaming. He found himself in a noisy banquet, wearing a strange costume. He saw green osmanthus leaves being roasted under the candlelight, and guests with flushed faces shuttling back and forth in the air. A group of drunkards were talking to a bearded man. When Harry wanted to eavesdrop on their conversation, a tramp suddenly rushed out from the side and blocked Harry's way. Harry found that the tramp had a familiar face.
Who are you? Harry opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The tramp with a ferocious expression suddenly had blood flowing out of his eyes. He pushed Harry away and murmured, "Oulopolos, Oulopolos is a snake... You, you unlucky man, you defiled your mother's bed and killed your own father. You unlucky man, where is your destiny going?"
I'm not... Before Harry had time to explain, the tramp's blood-stained face suddenly turned into a huge snake head and pounced on Harry. Harry woke up in fright.
The "star" that Harry "plucked" in literature class last night was tied with a rope and hung on the curtain. At this moment, it was quietly shining in the dim dawn. In fact, it was just an irregularly shaped stone. Harry guessed that Professor Kamia had cast some kind of spell on it.
Last night, Kamia pointed to the stars on the ceiling and said with a smile, "Maybe one of them is your star.
Is this my star? " Harry stared at the stone for a while and decided to get up and wash up. He couldn't sleep in today. He had to go to Snape's cellar for confinement.
This Saturday morning, the Hogwarts students who didn't sleep in saw a horrifying scene.
Ron pinched his arm hard and said, "Am I dreaming?"
Simon grinned and pried Ron's hand away. "I don't think so."
Ron didn't believe him. "Then why is Harry sitting in front of Slytherin's table and talking to the snakes?"
Drac, who was talking to Harry, also asked, "Potter, what are you doing here?"
"Eating!" Harry ate while reading "A Thousand Kinds of Magical Herbs and Mushrooms".
"Why are you so hardworking... No, I mean," Malfoy Jr. resisted the urge to scratch his head. "Why is the Savior sitting in front of Slytherin?"
Harry pulled his head out of the herbs and looked at Drac, puzzled. "Why can't I?" he asked. "Why is Slytherin prejudiced?" Translation.
Can I say? " Drac buried her face in her hands.
"Okay..." Harry was almost done eating. He closed the textbook and sincerely clapped his hands to the Slytherin. "Dear Slytherin comrades, I, Harry Potter, will be going to your dean for confinement."
"Oh..." The Slytherin looked at each other and then stared at Harry. "And then?"
Harry threw himself on the thick Potions textbook and said, "Do you have any suggestions? For example, bring a silver spoon or something... "
Drac felt a dull pain in her temple. "What do you take our dean for?"
"You're asking the wrong person." A Slytherin girl sitting opposite him said coldly, "We don't have any experience of being confined by the dean."
Harry was stunned for a moment and then he rubbed his chin. That's right, Snape is such a biased person! Then, the people who have experience should be...
"Ask us!" Two cheerful voices interrupted.
"Fred and George!" Harry looked at the twins in surprise.
"Please give us a seat, give us a seat... Thank you!" The twins sat down on either side of Harry. "Of course, we still have to ask Weisles about confinement."
Very well, two Gryffindor halves sat at the Slytherin table. Drac moved to the side and thought, "The Black Devil will be so angry that he will be reborn."
The Slytherin around them had different expressions, but they did not leave immediately. Instead, they continued to eat slowly and waited to hear what the twins had to say.
"Harry..." The twins looked at each other mysteriously. Then, Fred spoke first, "We want to learn a skill from you."
"Skill?" Harry looked at the two brothers winking at each other and couldn't help but raise his vigilance.
George moved closer to Harry and smiled. "A very simple skill."
"It will definitely not cause you any trouble." Fred chimed in.
"Maybe it will be useful." George took out a piece of parchment and placed it in front of Harry.
Harry looked at the parchment in horror. His eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. "You want the potion formula I gave you yesterday?"
Seeing the twins nod, Harry, whose face was full of tattoos, looked at the lines again. "You want to use it to make tattoo paste?"
"Yes!" George's eyes lit up. "Of course, we may have to modify it later on. We may also have to make derivative products. You can see the details here..."
Harry looked at the contract and felt that it was a little ridiculous. "George, Fred, why do you want to work with me? I mean, it is very easy to find out the formula... " Harry had only added a little gray butterfly wing to the scabies potion.
"But that is indeed your original formula," the twins said in unison.
Harry was greatly moved. After confirming that the contract was correct, he signed it. The twins cheered and put away the contract. Then, they said to Harry, "Harry, Harry, we thought you were a little genius when we first met you. How about it? If you have any good ideas in the future, sell them to us too."
Harry nodded sincerely and said, "When I happen to concoct a potion to remove this tattoo, I will sell it to you first!"
"..."
Harry took out his notebook and copied the formula of the scabies potion. He changed two small places and handed it to the twins. But when he saw the two identical figures walking away, he remembered something important. He hurriedly shouted, "Hey, about Snape's confinement, is there anything I need to pay attention to?"
The twins waved from afar and replied loudly, "As long as we're not — grounded — by — Snape!"
Drac looked at the confused Harry and sneered, "Gryffindor's treachery."
Harry once again experienced Gryffindor's treachery when he saw the twins' popular tattoo paste advertisement a week later.
"Star of Salvation Recommendation: Personality and Trends!"
"How Harry Potter Wrote His Fate: Let His Skin Tell You!"
"Mottled Face, Fragile Eyes, Can You Read the Boy's Secret?"
Most of the colorful advertisement flyers were printed with a little boy with round eyes. Harry crumpled the advertisement into a ball and understood why the twins insisted on cooperating with him — the formula was not the most important thing, the fame of the World Savior was the biggest added value!
Harry heaved a sigh as he carried his heavy backpack and slowly made his way to the cellar door. He had just raised his hand to knock on the door when he heard Snape's cold voice, "Come in."
Harry retracted his hand and looked at the small snake on the door handle. It stuck out its tongue, and then the heavy door slowly opened.
"Professor, I'm here for confinement." Harry was shocked, not because Snape had prepared all kinds of torture devices to torture him (Snape:???). Instead, it was because Snape was sitting behind his desk in his unchanged three-hundred-year black robe, grading homework. His face was sallow, and his greasy black hair drooped down on his face.
Snape looked up at the child and snorted. He pointed to the side and said, "Skin those toads. I want them whole."
"Huh?"
"That's the content of confinement." Snape did not look up.
Harry did not dare to speak. He obediently put down his backpack and walked to the pot of toads.
Ugh. Harry grimaced and picked up a toad. It was cold and slimy to the touch, but he put it down, and rummaged about on the table until he found a pair of gloves, which he picked up and put on himself, which seemed to make him feel better. But after skinning one toad, Harry found that he could not skin a whole toad with gloves. After hesitating for a moment, Harry took off the gloves and endured the discomfort to deal with the potion ingredients.
Snape fiercely graded the third-year Gryffindor with "D" or "T", and occasionally an "A". After he finished grading this stack of homework and was about to grade Slytherin's homework, he took the time to look at Harry and found that the child had moved the pot of toads to the small table in front of the sofa. He found a small stool and sat on it, humming as he skinned the toads. He turned his head again and saw the gloves on the table.
Is this child sick? This was the only thought in Snape's mind.
In the past, when he called the little monsters for confinement, which one of them did not come with a sad face and leave with a pale face? Why is this child not following the rules? Snape fell into deep self-doubt.
In fact, if Snape was closer to Harry, he would know that Harry was not humming, but was mentally preparing himself. "… Rest in peace, rest in peace. Every debt has its debtor. The one who abused your bodies was not Harry Potter, not Harry Potter. It was that old man in black over there. Yes, that one …"
Harry, who had just finished processing the pot of toads, came back from washing his hands and found that Snape was already sitting at the table, ready to eat. And it seemed that he had a share? That Snape was not so bad after all.
As soon as Harry came to the table, Snape handed him a cup of black mud. "Drink it."
Harry covered his mouth and nose in horror and took three steps back. "Murdering students is illegal!"
Snape felt his temples throbbing. Seeing the child's eyes full of accusation, the Potions Professor suddenly could not hold back. He stood up, took the cup of "mud", and forced the child to the corner. He suddenly reached out and pinched the child's chin, and poured the "mud" down his throat.
Harry felt like he had been filled with sewage from the sewers, and there was a lot of pepper sprinkled in the sewage. He immediately teared up, pushed Snape away, and vomited.
Very good, it was this pair of boots again.
While Snape was changing his shoes, Harry rushed to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wash his face. He was surprised to find that the black patterns on his face had disappeared. He quickly poked his head out and asked, "Professor, that was a magic potion, right?"
Snape threw the dirty boots to the corner and said expressionlessly, "No, that was a can of Avada Reaper."
"What is Ah... Ugh..." Harry threw up in the sink again.
The potion that Snape had concocted was shockingly effective, but it had serious side effects. Harry, whose stomach was rumbling with hunger, sat at the dining table for half an hour. He stared at the food on the plate, but could not bring himself to eat a single bite.
On the other side, Snape had finished marking homework and was sitting comfortably on the sofa reading 'Wizard Magic Potions Weekly'. He instructed, "Don't just sit there if you can't eat. Go, there's a pot of slugs over there."
Harry resigned himself to fate and left the table, grumbling as he walked to the materials table. He opened the pot and saw that it was full of sticky slugs.
Snape flipped a page of his book and shouted, "Stop grumbling, work faster."
Harry crushed a slug and took a deep breath. He smiled and put the slug on the coffee table in front of Snape. He then dragged the small stool that he had found in the morning and sat in front of Snape to pinch the slug's head.
Snape stared at Harry. Harry explained confidently, "It's too tiring to stand. My hands will shake."
Very good, very brave. Snape raised the magazine. "After you're done with the slugs, go wash my boots."
"Oh..." Harry drawled.
Harry pinched dozens of slugs and finally couldn't help but ask, "Professor, what was the formula for that cup of magic potion just now?"
Snape didn't even bother to look at Harry. "That's none of your business, Potter."
Harry pursed his lips and thought to himself, Should I just ask the Weisles brothers to contact Snape?
Probably because he found it too unbearable to be in the same space as Potter, Snape went to his bedroom after reading the magazine for a while and closed the door, leaving Harry alone in the living room. Harry silently finished pinching the slug, tidied up the materials table, and went to the bathroom to clean Snape's boots. He didn't know if he could leave directly.
Knock on Snape's bedroom door? Harry touched his little heart and felt that he didn't have the guts.
After thinking about it, Harry simply sat in Snape's living room and did his homework. He did bring a lot of homework — at first, he didn't expect there to be so many toads and slugs!
The homework for the Transfiguration class was very simple. Harry finished it without even flipping through the book. The homework for the History of Magic was to copy the content of the textbook and summarize it. Next was... well, the homework for the Magic Spells class. Harry took out his mini wand and looked at it. He decided that he still owed the homework for this class. Okay, the last one was the homework for the Literature class.
Harry drew a few ticks on the small piece of paper he used to record his homework and then looked at the last line.
Literature class: Write a short story about a prophecy. No limit on the number of words.
"Prophecy... Prophecy..." Harry bit the quill and thought for a while. He spat out a few feathers and began to write.
Once upon a time, there was a king who heard a prophecy: The king's favorite youngest daughter would marry a man with donkey ears. After the angry king killed the prophet, he searched the whole country for the man with donkey ears and prepared to kill him. The little princess who accidentally heard the news persuaded the king and decided not to marry the man with donkey ears for the rest of her life. Although the king was very sad, he still listened to the princess's advice and released the man with donkey ears. The man was very grateful to the princess and went to thank her...
Harry stopped writing. He was not sure how the story would end. Would the little princess fall in love with donkey ears at first sight? Or would she not marry for the rest of her life?
"Hey, say something." Harry pointed at the little princess's name with the tip of the quill.
"Oh, Harry is here too!" Dumbledore suddenly emerged from the flames of the fireplace.
"Ah, Principal Dumbledore, I was grounded by Professor Snape." Harry closed the homework. He felt very embarrassed that the principal had seen his childish interaction with the people in the story.
"Oh, did Severus punish you to do homework?" Dumbledore asked with a smile.
Harry pointed to the side with a bitter face. "A pot of toads, a pot of slugs, and a pair of boots."
"Haha, Severus is still the same." The old principal stroked his beard. "Where did he go? By the way, Harry, aren't you coming to the party? "
"Party?" Harry was confused.
"Ah, it's the welcoming party held by Hogwarts and two other schools tonight. The international students will be staying in the United Building tonight. Professor Xavier and the Martian Manhunter will also be leaving..." Dumbledore looked at the time. "Well, it will start in half an hour."
"I want to go!" Harry could not help but raise his hand.
"Go, go," Dumbledore said. "Then I'll have to trouble Harry to inform Severus."
After that, Dumbledore left the conversation. Harry bit his quill. Does this mean that I still have to knock on Snape's bedroom door?
Fortunately, Snape did not have much of a reaction to this. Harry stole a glance at Snape and saw a pillow mark on his face.
Pfft, could it be that the terrifying Potions Professor was sleeping just now? Harry secretly covered his mouth and then wrinkled his nose. Why did it sound so strange to put Snape's daily activities in the same sentence as sleeping and eating?
Snape did not know that the child was conflicted. He only felt very annoyed. He had originally planned to read some books and do some experiments this afternoon, but because he did not want to see the little brat from the Potter family, he hid in the bedroom for a while and then read on the bed … Actually, before he fell asleep, he even got up to take a look at what Potter was doing. In the end, he realized that Potter was actually doing his homework in the living room after brushing his boots!
Snape glared at Harry and went to the bathroom. Harry, who was puzzled, touched his nose and went to tidy up his things. He said, "Professor, Professor Dumbledore just asked us to attend the welcoming party."
Snape, who was wiping his face, came out with a dark face. "Got it."
"Uh..." Harry tugged at his robe. "Professor, the international students are moving into the United Building."
Snape glanced at him. "You want to move there?"
"No..." Harry hurriedly said, and then continued to tug at his robe. "It's just that I don't know where to live." Harry was a little discouraged. He was now living in Gryffindor Tower like the other Marvel students, but after Peter and the others moved out, Harry was the only "outsider" in Gryffindor.
Snape also knew that Harry lived in Gryffindor Tower, and he thought it was very correct. "The sorting hat seems to have woken up."
"Huh? Oh, I'll go look for it tonight. " Harry understood Snape's words and immediately became happy. "I don't know which college I'll be assigned to."
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