Fortunately, this assignment didn't need to be handed in immediately,
The next writing class was on Monday,
And today was Friday,
So Harry still had a whole weekend to buffer.
So he didn't plan to do his homework today.
After getting used to the idleness of university life,
It was very difficult for a person to focus on studying again,
For the same reason,
A Potter who was used to running around on the path of saving the world,
It was also very difficult for him to sit in class and listen to the lecture like a real student,
After class, he seriously reviewed his homework. So as a shameless reborn person,
He decided to eat as much as he could. If he didn't have enough food, he would go to Granger's house to freeload.
Percy, who was gradually adapting to his identity as a teacher, finished drawing auxiliary lines on the blackboard,
When he turned around, he saw Harry writing and drawing behind a tall stack of books,
And he didn't pretend to be taking notes at all. I saw you drawing a little person!
"Ahem..." receiving Percy's gaze, Hermione leaned back with her shoulder, reminding Harry not to go too far.
Harry, who almost drew the little person crookedly, quickly said, "Hey, hey, hey,
Wait for me to finish drawing this... "
"Potter, what are you drawing?" Percy said helplessly,
There was a burst of laughter below the stage.
Realizing that he had disturbed the classroom discipline, Harry puffed up his cheeks, put away the black notebook and colored lead, and quickly took out the textbook and answered, "No, teacher,
I'm drawing a cube! "
"But we're talking about functions." Percy held his forehead.
"Preview... preview..." Harry's expression didn't change.
"And you took out a chemistry book." Ron, who was behind him, burst into laughter.
After class,
Ron and the others surrounded him,
They asked Harry what he was doing in class. Harry saw that there were other people in the classroom,
So he smiled and didn't answer. Instead, he turned to Hermione and said, "Percy's teaching skills are getting smoother and smoother."
This was obvious to everyone. In just a few days, Percy had evolved from the initial stuttering to the current state. Although his style was slightly gentle, he could successfully finish a class. It could be considered quite hard work. Hermione's contribution to this was undeniable.
According to Ron, Hermione invited Percy to her house every night on the excuse of making up lessons. The two of them taught and learned. Of course, it was not the kind of teaching imagined by the parents in the living room. Before teaching the students, Percy at least five times to teach Hermione until the little witch thought that "Neville could understand"...
"Wait — why are you using Neville as the standard?" Harry was confused. "Also, does Hermione need tutoring? Can you believe this reason? " Even in the Otherworld, there were always some settings that would not change. For example, Dero's class gap, Wolf Team Jean's big triangle, and Hermione being a straight-A student.
Hermione shrugged. "Just say that I need to participate in a math competition and need more training."
The underachievers, who had never dreamed of competing, lowered their heads in shame.
As for Hermione's parents, they suspected that the young teacher had ulterior motives towards their little daughter. Every now and then, he would go in to give her juice and snacks and check the distance between Percy and Hermione. This was something they only found out later.
Now, they were just talking and laughing as they walked out of the school gate. Ron was still nagging Harry to go to the orphanage to play. "… Although the environment is a little bad, the people are still quite interesting."
Harry laughed and said, "I'll go in a few days, I'll go in a few days." On the one hand, he hadn't figured out how to get close to little Damien. On the other hand, Harry still had some psychological resistance towards places like the orphanage.
"Okay." Ron looked a little disappointed, but he didn't insist.
So the group separated at the school gate and got on the school bus. Hermione still got on the same bus as Harry. After the two of them sat in their usual seats in the back, Hermione held out her hand. "Can I see it?" Seeing that Harry was puzzled, she added, "Something you drew in class."
Harry smiled, took out the half-used notebook from his bag, and handed it to Hermione. "Take a look — and give me your opinion."
Hermione tilted her head, opened the notebook suspiciously, and flipped to the latest page. After a few glances, she almost laughed out loud. "Are you … bullying Professor Snape because he can't beat you up now?"
Harry grinned. "How can I bully him? Besides — who said he can't beat me up now? "
Hermione rolled her eyes, shook her head, and returned the notebook to Harry. Harry took it back and looked at it for a long time. The more he looked at it, the more pleased he felt.
On the notebook, there were two figures, one big and one small. A black-haired, blue-eyed boy wearing a red shirt with green stripes, and a black-haired, black-eyed man wearing a green shirt with red stripes. It was obvious that they were Harry and Snape, respectively, wearing Christmas sweaters. But that wasn't the point. The point was that Harry's sweater had a pixelated version of Snape drawn on it, and Snape's sweater had a pixelated version of Harry drawn on it with a grinning face.
Even if the considerate Hermione didn't intend to comment on Harry's drawing skills, she had to say that the color scheme was really ugly.
The little witch said cautiously, "I don't think Professor Snape will wear this kind of clothes — even if you plan to knit it for him yourself."
"I don't know how to knit either." Harry said, "But Neville's grandmother now knows how to knit. I'll find some time to send these two designs to her and ask her to knit these two sweaters before Christmas …"
"Then you'll have couple sweaters." Hermione laughed. "I don't mean to say this, Harry, but you look like a little girl in love right now."
"Well, I'm not a little girl …" Harry didn't take it seriously. Instead, he looked back at Hermione meaningfully.
Hermione frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and nodded. "Well, it's true that Ron and Drac are more 'passionate'."
… As expected, our idioms were all learned from Kameya, that girl!
Hermione got off the school bus in the middle of town. When the school bus arrived at Snape's house, Harry was the only passenger left on the bus. When he jumped off the bus, Harry was very embarrassed and thanked the driver. The driver waved his hand and turned around.
Lupin was already waiting for him in the yard. Harry walked over and rubbed the big dog's head with a smile. "How was the professor this morning?" Then he saw Lupin's ears and tail drooping.
Harry made an apologetic expression and quickly squatted down to give Uncle Remus a loving hug. "Don't be angry, Remus. You know, the professor is injured and can't move freely. He even needs someone to help him take a bath. How sad is that?"
Lupin barked. In his heart, he thought that the old snot was really shameless. He actually used the pitiful method to bribe a pure and kind child. Lupin, who stayed at home every day, didn't see that Snape had such a serious psychological barrier. He only saw that Harry had to take care of everything in the house for Snape while he was busy studying every day. Small things like having to remember to buy toilet paper when there wasn't enough, big things like having to call someone to fix the water heater when it broke, and finally! And also what made Lupin so angry that he wanted to cry the most — little Harry actually had to help the old snot take a bath! Although he always waited outside the bathroom to listen to the sounds, when he thought of the closed environment and the naked scene, the werewolf felt very uncomfortable! Not! Not! Harmonious!
The more he thought about it, the angrier Lupin became. He walked around Harry's feet, making Harry not know whether to laugh or cry. "Remus, how can I cook if you act like this? Why don't you go to the living room and watch TV for a while? "
Looking up and seeing Harry's smiling face, Lupin was even more aggrieved. What a good child, how could he be blinded by snot?
He returned to the living room dejectedly and sharpened his claws on Snape's bedroom door on the way. Since Harry moved into the room, the door had almost turned into a frosted material.
Because the lunch time was limited, Harry usually made a simple lunch. Today, he made black bean rice, egg rolls, and stewed beans with sausage. However, the diners were not too picky about the food and were still very satisfied with the food.
While cleaning up the tableware, Harry said to Snape, "Professor, I have something to do tonight, so I may come back a little late. There's dinner in the kitchen, you can eat it after heating it up."
Lupin stood up: Woof, woof! (What's the matter? Where are you going? What time are you coming back? Do you want me to pick you up?)
Snape remembered the schedule Harry made at the desk last night. "Are you going to find Deadpool?"
Lupin turned to look at Snape and then at Harry: Woof, woof! (Deadpool? This person doesn't sound like a good person. Harry, why are you looking for him?)
Harry nodded. "It's almost time to meet the people who 'need to be contacted'." Then he squatted down and pinched Lupin's ear. "I should be back before ten o'clock. I'm going to confirm if Deadpool has amnesia. If not, we'll see if we can reach a cooperation."
Lupin still looked worried, but Harry smiled and patted him on the head. "Don't be nervous, there are no Death Eaters or Mutants here. Just think of it as me going out for a walk."
That was nonsense. The average high school student would not come to the dark alleys of the West Side of Grimm Town for shopping. At least, the taxi driver who dropped Harry near the dark alley looked at him strangely. When Harry got out of the taxi to pay the bill, the taxi driver kindly reminded him, "Kid, this is not a fun place. You shouldn't come here to have fun."
Harry handed him the change and said with a smile, "I'm just looking for someone."
The driver threw the money into the can, looked at him twice, and turned away.
The dark alley was not as its name suggested. In fact, it was almost a street, and from seven o'clock in the afternoon, it was filled with lights, brighter than day. This was an alley similar to a red light district.
Unlike the East Side, which was full of middle-class atmosphere, the West Side was the dark side of Green Town. The buildings here were gray in color, the appearance was dilapidated, and the rows of houses with peeling walls were filled with low-class whites, proletarian hooligans, and dangerous people who wandered on the edge of crime. In fact, there were many people who had been in prison or had experience in prison, and most of them gathered in the dark alley.
This group of people who were not afraid of death made the dark alley lively. Less than five minutes after Harry walked into the alley, he met three people who asked him if he wanted some "Happy Pills", and five people who wanted to touch his wallet. Fortunately, Harry's wallet was tied with a rubber band and stuffed in the inner pocket of his coat. The worst thing was, when he walked past a shop with a small pink lamp hanging at the door, a beautiful young lady of seventeen or eighteen years old came up to him and asked, "Little brother, don't you want to come in and play?"
Harry was scared out of his wits. "No, no, I'm not interested!"
Harry obviously wanted to express that he was still young and did not have the "sexual" interest. But the young lady seemed to have misunderstood. She smiled and said in a much lower voice, "You can also play another game."
Harry: "..."
Harry, who was running away, shyly glanced at the lower part of the "big sister" who was wearing simple clothes before he left. He was sad and indignant to find that it was indeed a big brother!
After running for two hundred meters, the surrounding environment was much more normal. Harry found a street lamp and leaned against it. He took out his map and looked at it, and found that it was almost here. "... 213, 213, 213... Ah, it's here!"
Cursing in his heart that Deadpool even lived in such a stupid place, Harry walked to 213 Dark Alley and found that it was one of a row of residential houses. Each house was a small two-story design, and there was a small courtyard in front of the door. Harry looked around and found that the courtyard of 213 was overgrown with weeds, and it spread to the steps of the door.
After hesitating for a while, Harry pushed open the unlocked courtyard door, stepped forward and looked at the window. From the gap in the curtains, he could see the corner of the room. There were ashtrays full of cigarette butts and dusty sofas. It didn't look like it could be lived in.
So Deadpool doesn't live here at all? Harry pushed the door and found that it was locked. Because of the "Alajo Hole" and "Fragmentation", he had not yet activated the skill to unlock the door. It was a mistake.
Giving up the idea of violently kicking the door, Harry turned and walked out of the yard, thinking that this time he was afraid that he would return without success. What was even more depressing was that in this way, he didn't know where to find Deadpool.
While he was depressed, a surprised voice suddenly came from the front: "Harry! Are you following me?! "
Huh? Harry looked up blankly and saw Scott standing at the corner of an alley looking at him with a puzzled face. Although there was no laser eye, the captain's accusatory gaze was still quite lethal.
Harry was about to explain when Scott said again: "You even brought Professor Lupin with you!!!"
No, no, I didn't! As soon as Harry opened his mouth, he saw a big wolfhound rushing out of the shadows. It looked at Scott for a while, and then looked at Harry for a while, and its tail shook behind it in confusion.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
