The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

The next day, Moriarty got up from the bed.

Perhaps in the last year of Hogwarts, Tonks' demands were extraordinarily resolute, coupled with Violet's growing soft body...

Only Moriarty knew the taste of it.

After waking up the two girls, they came to the auditorium for breakfast together.

When the little snakes on the Slytherin long table arrived, Lilith said in surprise when she saw Moriarty's late arrival, "What's wrong? You were the first person to wake up in the entire castle before."

Moriarty shrugged nonchalantly, "There's always something about magic that I should think about, right?"

Lilith sniffed close to Moriarty, and said suspiciously, "I don't believe you."

Gemma, who was beside him, saw Tonks' radiant face, and Violet, who had been dozing off in the morning for a long time, looked in good spirits, and understood a little.

She jabbed Moriarty in the waist twice as if she was mischievous.

A soreness appeared from the waist.

"Hi—"

Moriarty swallowed the remaining syllables.

"Sister Gemma, what made you fail your studies too?"

Gemma chuckled and lowered her head to eat.

Moriarty quickly finished the breakfast, stood up and walked to Jericho and others who were waiting for him.

Passing by Neville, seeing him staring at two dark circles under his eyes, he asked casually, "Neville, haven't you slept yet?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Neville answered honestly, "I'm a little excited. I thought about it a lot last night. I don't know how to write a letter to grandma—if she knew I was in Slytherin, she would definitely scold me with a shouting letter. ."

The little snakes beside him laughed out loud, Soldaya shook his head, saying that this would affect the reputation of Slytherin Academy.

Neville lowered his head even more frustrated, Moriarty just patted his shoulder and left: "The only way to grow up, boy."

Neville suddenly gathered up his courage and drank half the bowl of oatmeal in one go, "Let's go, Harry, the first class for freshmen is Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall is notoriously strict."

Harry nodded, thinking that he was lucky to have Neville as his roommate, at least he wouldn't be penalized by the professor for being late.

When Moriarty heard Neville's words, he stopped instead, turned around and warned, "Get ready for Potions class, Potter, don't get too many points deducted."

After speaking, Moriarty went to the fourth grade class. The first class was Charms, and then in the afternoon there was a class on the protection of magical creatures.

"We have changed professors in our magical animal protection class, do you know?" Moriarty said to the students around him.

"Huh?" Marcus was the first to be surprised, with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Is Hagrid the new professor?"

"I have to mention, I'm afraid you are the only one in the entire castle who expects Hagrid to be a professor."

Lilith said lukewarm, making all the little snakes laugh except Marcus.

Jericho asked, "Sir, who is the new professor? You must know."

"The new professor is Polly, the centaur chief who produced the finals of the five-school league." Moriarty said, "I fully believe she is qualified for this position."

"It's not too bad if it's her." Jericho's eyes blurred and he remembered the plump horse hips of Professor Centaurus...

A group of people went farther and farther.

And Harry on the long table looked at their backs, puzzled.

"Why did Mr. Moriarty remind me to get ready in Potions class?"

Neville shook his head: "I don't understand either, but! You must listen to Mr. Moriarty's words. He said you have to be prepared, and you'd better do it."

"Let's go quickly, we're running out of time."

When Neville saw that the Pansy trio had left, and even the loner Shabini had left the auditorium, he couldn't help but get anxious.

By the time Neville and Harry arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, it was already full of first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

A tabby cat sat on the lecture table.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't come, the two were relieved and sat down in the last row.

When it was time for class, Harry hadn't seen Professor McGonagall when he heard the three of Pansy whispering, saying that Draco Malfoy hadn't come yet.

And Neville also noticed that Ron Weasley wasn't coming.

Shabini finally found the target of ridicule, "Did you see it! The pure-blood traitor Weasley boy didn't come, he must be frightened by the curse! Maybe wetting the bed."

But no one paid him any attention.

"boom!"

The classroom door was pushed open, and Ron and Draco rushed in, shoving each other, but it was past the class time.

"Draco!" Pansy waved happily, Draco glanced at her, then lowered his head and walked to the last row.

Ron was looking for his two roommates, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

Ron sat beside them and yelled angrily, "Why didn't you wake me up? You know there is a class this morning!"

Seamus and Dean glanced at Ron in fear, then shrank to the other end, which was Lavender Brown.

Instead, she looked at Ron up and down, as if looking at a rare beast.

Ron had already read the eyes of his roommates. They were afraid that Ron's curse would affect them.

As for Draco not being woken up, Ron was prepared, he never imagined that he would be isolated as well.

No, it's more terrifying than isolation!

Ron found that whether it was the little lion or the little snake, they all looked at him with strange eyes.

Suddenly, the tabby cat jumped off the lecture table and turned into Professor McGonagall.

"Weasley? And Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly, "Explain the reason for being late?"

Ron and Draco accused each other of delaying getting up.

Professor McGonagall didn't buy it, and decisively deducted 20 points from the two of them.

In the following class, Professor McGonagall assigned the assignment of turning matches into needles, but no one completed it until the end of the get out of class.

When Seamus turned the match into a needle, he caused a small explosion, scorching his head, and Ron laughed in revenge.

Harry's own match didn't move, he saw Shabini secretly pull out a pin, and then Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look.

Neville didn't change either, which made Harry feel a lot better, and he didn't feel bad.

It's the second class, potions class.

Potions class was in the basement classroom. Harry felt shivering while walking on the road. When he got inside, Harry saw the glass jars placed along the wall and the taxidermy soaked in it, and swallowed.

"Have you ever watched TV?" Harry said to Neville. "It's a show: there's a room set up like this, and it's usually owned by a weird and evil geeky scientist."

However, he ignored that Neville didn't know what television was.

Harry wanted to say something else, "Bang!"

The classroom door seemed to be kicked open, Harry thought the shell was coming, and almost got a heart attack.

Professor Snape strode in and picked up the roll call.

Surprisingly, Professor Snape first clicked on Gryffindor, and when he clicked on Draco, his brows were raised high, but Draco still lowered his head and looked shameless.

Slytherin was finally clicked, and when Harry was real, Professor Snape stopped.

Harry peeked over and had a face-to-face with Sijiao. Harry could guarantee that he saw murderous intent in his eyes!

An ominous premonition came to his mind, and Harry felt that the class would not go well.

"Oh, yes," said Sijiao in a low voice, as if biting a piece of meat in his mouth: "Ha-rui-potter-this is our newcomer-famous person-"

Every word had a long ending. Hearing that Sijiao also called Harry "Potter", Pansy laughed shrilly, and even Draco raised his head.

Harry lowered his head and tried not to show up himself, because his intuition told him that Professor Snape hated him very, very much, hated him, even hated him.

Next, after Professor Snape finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

"Potter!" Snape said without warning. "What would I get if I added narcissus root powder to a wormwood infusion?"

ah?

Harry turned his head to the left and right, hoping to get some hints, but Neville sat with his head down.

Harry had to stand up and say.

"I don't know, Professor."

"You don't know." Professor Snape clenched his words.

"Let's try again. Pot!" Professor Snape's voice echoed underground: "If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go?"

Harry felt unreasonable, he had no idea what a bezoar was.

"I don't know, Professor."

In order to answer calmly, Harry tried not to look at Pansy, Shabini, and Nott, and the three of them were shaking with laughter.

Professor Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"I think you didn't read a single book before school started, did you? Brilliant!"

Harry forced himself to stare straight at Stoke's indifferent eyes. At the Dursleys, he did turn over all his textbooks, but he was in such a bad mood last night that he couldn't remember anything.

At this moment, Si Jiao stared at Harry's green eyes in a daze.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say, "Your eyes are like your mother."

He hasn't seen the eyes of his sweetheart for 11 years. The beauty in his memory has traveled through time and space, making him sad and angry.

"Damn Potter!"

Stewart cursed in his heart, he never concealed his hatred for James Potter.

If it wasn't for Potter, Lily wouldn't have died.

this child...

will not appear.

When Harry was sorted into Slytherin, Snape showed great anger, he had been disgusted by one bug in his youth, and couldn't bear another bug in his house to continue to disgust himself.

What's worse, this Pote is still the child of the beloved Lily and that rival Pote, the only child!

Sijiao stared at Harry for a while again, and his complicated mood made him unable to ask questions.

"Sit down!" he yelled angrily at Harry, "Let me tell you, Pot!"

"The combination of narcissus root powder and wormwood can be formulated into a powerful sleeping pill, which is a serving of life and death water."

Yes, I'm sorry for Lily's death.

He blinked his eyes and continued, his anger seemed to be less than that.

"Bezoar is a kind of stone taken from the stomach of goats, which has a strong detoxification effect."

"Do you understand? Why don't you write all this down?"

Harry sat down like an amnesty, and was cautious in the next class. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was determined not to make any mistakes.

What gave him a little balance was that all the students had been criticized by the teacher, except Draco.

Harry saw Sturgeon pat Draco on the shoulder, and they whispered something.

When it was time to boil the medicine, the teacher divided the students into two groups, one group of Harry and Neville. While they were making the medicine, the other group, Ron and Seamus, exploded.

It seems that in revenge for his roommate for not waking him up, Ron somehow burned Seamus' cauldron into a crooked piece. The potion in the cauldron was spilled on the slate floor, burning holes in Dean's shoes next to him.

When the cauldron was overturned, Seamus was soaked in the potion, and there were red and swollen boils all over his arms and legs, which made him scream.

"Idiot!" Snape growled, waving his wand to clean up.

"I think you probably put the porcupine thorn in without lifting the cauldron from the fire, didn't you?"

Simon cried and shook his head, while Ron gloated at the misfortune, but Dean stood up and said that Ron did it on purpose, he wanted revenge.

Sijiao deducted 20 points from Ron while sending them to the school hospital.

Then he turned his head and yelled at Harry, "Potter! Why didn't you tell him not to add porcupine quills? You thought he made a mistake to show you, okay?"

"Your performance sucks! It was a mistake for you to be sorted into Slytherin! If I were you, I would hurry and get back to Muggles!"

"Because of your poor performance in this class, Slytherin will be deducted 1 point!"

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