The news that Harry had been selected as one of the "Dream Builders" quickly spread in the Hogwarts, just as Harry had expected.
No one thought that he had been selected through proper means. Almost everyone regarded him and Drac as the same kind of people — one was a rich second generation.
The other was just a hero second generation. At first, Harry didn't think much of it. After all, he didn't take the initiative to be selected.
Moreover, the "Dream Builders" and whatnot.
They didn't add points when they took the OWLS test. But when he really heard those dissatisfied comments,
He realized that it was still a little troublesome.
Fortunately, he lived in a single room.
Harry thought happily.
And his friends didn't comment on it. Ron wanted to get some specific information about the practical training from him. Unfortunately, Harry would bite his tongue when he opened his mouth to talk about the practical training.
This was a little trick that Kamia played to prevent the Dream Builders from leaking the secret.
Hermione asked about the wand while giving Harry the anti-swelling medicine.
When she heard that Harry knew nothing about the elder's wand, Miss Know-It-All looked at him as if he was retarded. "Haven't you read the" Tales of Beedle the Poet "?"
Harry blushed.
Then he asked, "What is that?"
"The Invisibility Cloak, Harry!" Ron gestured at the side. Obviously, he also thought that everyone should have read the "Tales of Beedle the Poet".
"I thought you had already read it.
The story of the three brothers. "
Hermione stuffed the anti-swelling potion into Harry's hands.
Then she pulled a piece of parchment and told Harry the story of the Sacred Weapons of Death as she drew. "… You see, the invincible elder's wand, the Soul Returning Stone that can resurrect the dead, and the Invisibility Cloak that can escape the eyes of the Grim Reaper. These three are the Sacred Weapons of Death. Legend has it that the person who has all the Sacred Weapons of Death will have the power to defeat the Grim Reaper."
Hermione's pen drew a line, a circle, and a triangle in a diagram.
Harry crouched beside Hermione and stared at the symbol for a long time. When Hermione looked at him suspiciously, he rubbed his nose and said in confusion, "I think I've seen this symbol somewhere before."
"Maybe I saw it in a history book," Hermione said as she twirled the quill. "Because this pattern is also the symbol of the Saint of Grindelwald. I read about it in a small book that's not popular. Due to the special nature of that period of history, most textbooks don't mention it. "
Hermione had read a lot of history books in order to investigate the Hexagon Library. Her knowledge of the history of magic had already surpassed Ron, who was born and raised in the Hexagon Library, let alone Harry. After roughly understanding who Grindelwald was, Harry did not think that he had seen the symbol of the Saint of Grindelwald before. In his impression, this symbol was not connected to the Sacred Relic of Death.
Harry shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He turned to Hermione and asked her about the Hexagon Library. Hermione's face immediately darkened. Harry's eyelids twitched and he quietly moved to Ron's side.
"Harry..." Hermione smiled as she took out a long list of books from her pocket. "We still have so many books to read..."
"Ah, Hermione, I have to prepare for the practical training. I'll take my leave first!" Harry ran away and picked up Ron, who was scared out of his wits. The two ran back to Gryffindor Tower from the library, startling countless small animals on the roadside.
Hermione looked at her two friends who ran away in an instant and sighed. She continued to work on her mountain of books. The A4 notebook in her hand was full of all kinds of stories. The more she read, the more she believed in the existence of the Babel Library. But at the same time, she deeply suspected that all this was just her imagination.
The red-haired girl had unknowingly sat opposite Hermione. The two looked at each other calmly and then exchanged notes.
The boys did not understand Hermione's confusion. Most of them were looking forward to the practical training class. The twins played guerrilla warfare with the excited students every day. Whether they went to the classroom or the cafeteria, they would encounter a lot of people who would ask them about the renovation of Activity Room 321 in the United Building.
Almost everyone thought that the most important role of this group of "dream builders" was George Weisles and Fred Weisles. Qiu Zhang? The bookworm from Ravenclaw. Harry Potter? A child with a reputation. Drac Malfoy? An arrogant and despotic rich second generation. Rolf Skamman? Who was Rolf Skamman?
Seeing the twins being chased by the enthusiastic crowd and almost hiding in the women's bathroom, Harry was very gratified and gave them a kiss. As a "child with a reputation," he could continue to be a playboy. "Harry Potter, if you just need a place to be in a daze, then I would like to ask you to leave my classroom again."
When Harry came back to his senses from his wanton thoughts, Snape was bending down to spray venom in front of him. His greasy black hair almost fell over the child's face.
"Professor Snape!" Harry reflexively wanted to stand up, but before Snape could raise his head, the savior's head and Slytherin's big nose had a close contact.
Harry swore that he heard a hiss.
But the Snake King was the Snake King after all. When the students in the cellar could see Snape's face, he was still as cold, heartless, and sallow as usual. His voice was still as harsh as ever. "Harry Potter, get out of my classroom!"
Harry grimaced and rubbed his head. At the same time, he begged for mercy with a bitter face. "But, Professor Snape, Principal Dumbledore..."
Snape did not want to hear the name of the old man who was obsessed with oppressing his employees. His voice was even lower. "Immediately!"
Harry had no choice but to take his bag and go out. As for his crucible — oh, he did not bring his crucible with him at all.
"Ignorant and incompetent Potter!" Professor Snape thought as his nose faintly hurt.
At first, Snape was surprised to find that Potter was sitting in the potions class again. Then, he thought that some old bee must have said something to Potter. Hmph, with that brain of Potter's, what difference does it make if he doesn't come to class? This was definitely not a compliment! But with a trace of morality as a teacher, Snape did not intend to do anything to Potter. He could come to class if he wanted, but what was the meaning of him not bringing his crucible to the potions class? "Don't want to hurt the innocent?" Ha, the great Potter. Anyway, Snape did not want to deal with an incident called "Potter" every week. It was good that he did not do anything. But what the hell was with his mind wandering after sitting down for less than ten minutes? Was he going to start humming a song after sitting for a while? So, the furious Snape flew into a rage and once again chased the savior out of the classroom.
Snape was still angry when he was marking homework at night. So, the third-grade Hufflepuff students were honored to receive a bright red "D". Anyway, no one would question the old bat. Ha?
Snape, a former Death Eater, a double agent (shh!), a former Death Eater. A mean and biased Hogwarts Potions Professor who hated little monsters. A man who felt that his life was as black as ink and planned to walk down this alley to the end.
Counting his life for more than thirty years, not only did he have a childhood full of domestic violence, which was as tragic as the Dark Lord, but he also spent an unpleasant time as a student under the bullying of Potter and the other three. During this time, he lost his only family member and was robbed of the only lily (Lily!) that could bring him comfort by his nemesis Potter. It wasn't easy for him to graduate and find a career that, although not very ethical, had a promising future. In the end, his bastard boss, Voldemort, killed his goddess in an instant with a magic wand and then left a bunch of Death Eaters behind to be killed by a baby. If it wasn't for the fact that he had to use his cheap life to protect Lily's son, he really wanted to kill himself instead of selling himself to another black-hearted company.
Every time the new boss, the bastard old bee, Dumbledore used various ways to squeeze his surplus labor, Snape felt that half of his life was simply too funny. He always couldn't get what he wanted, he couldn't even die, all because of the little brat who was still squatting at the door.
Harry shrugged at a few Slytherin students passing by and waited until they were far away before he stood up and knocked on the cellar door again, "Professor Snape, Professor Snape, Professor Snape?" He shouted after each knock, concise and not noisy at all. Well, Harry thought so.
But Snape, who finally opened the door with a dark face, didn't think so, "Damn it, what do you want?"
Harry looked up innocently as usual, "Professor Snape, I want to learn Potions!"
"I remember that I have already kicked you out of …" Snape paused for a moment. He suddenly realized that according to Potter's logic in the past …
"Yes, the professor won't let me go to Potions class, but I have a Potions exam at the end of the semester, so I can only apply for after-class tutoring." As he spoke, Harry handed the parchment in his hand to Snape. The sloppy application had Dumbledore's signature on it, "Otherwise, I will fail my Potions class. If I fail my class, I won't be able to graduate, and if I can't graduate, it will affect the reputation of Hogwarts!"
Class! Post! Sub! Tutor! Snape was so angry that he laughed. He gritted his teeth and reached out to drag Potter into the cellar, slamming the door behind him and placing Harry in front of the experiment table. He then asked, "How do you make the scabies potion?"
Harry blinked a few times, then fluently recited the formula. His theoretical knowledge was quite solid.
Snape smiled coldly as he piled the ingredients needed to make the scabies potion in front of Harry, "Very well, from now on, I will allow you to use the tools and ingredients here to make a scabies potion."
Harry looked at the baskets of ingredients in front of him and suddenly felt that he was in big trouble.
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