From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 26 In the Library
"It's unbelievable!" In the library of Hogwarts, a senior Ravenclaw student was complaining to his companions in a low voice, "Today, the first-year students told me that they used uniformly pre-processed potion materials in the Potions class!"

"That means..." his companion, a Hufflepuff who looked very loyal, responded in an uncertain tone.

"It means Snape has changed his personality!" Ravenclaw continued to complain, "Normally, he would prepare the most primitive potion materials for us, and call it training our hands-on ability. I thought he treated all students except Slytherin equally! But what is the result?"

"He actually gives special treatment to the first-year students!"

"Preferential treatment for first-year students? Are we talking about Professor Snape?" The Hufflepuff seemed to have begun to doubt his companion's words. This expression did not usually appear on the face of a loyal Hufflepuff.

"Who else could it be?" Ravenclaw said indignantly. "Remember the first lesson of first year? Scabies potion?"

"Oh!" Hufflepuff looked enlightened. "The kind that requires adding venomous snake fangs and porcupine quills? The kind that, if put in the wrong order, will burn through the cauldron and give anyone it touches a bunch of scabies?"

"Yes!" Ravenclaw nodded vigorously. "There are unlucky people like this every year. I think Professor Snape deliberately let them get hurt while teaching. It is to alert those who see their miserable condition!"

"Professor Snape... is he really that bad?" The loyal Hufflepuff couldn't help but start to doubt, but when he saw his friend's face, he immediately changed his mind, "I'm afraid he thinks that way!"

"You didn't choose the advanced class for Potions, did you?" Ravenclaw had seen through the real reason why Hufflepuff spoke to Snape. "Distance always creates beauty. Even for someone like Snape... He went much further in the advanced class than before! It's even worse!"

But as soon as the words came out, Ravenclaw frowned: "But this doesn't make sense?"

"What?" Hufflepuff inadvertently played the role of the supporting actor again.

Ravenclaw began to try to make his companion understand what he meant: "I mean, why does Professor Snape give preferential treatment to first-year freshmen? Doesn't he usually only give preferential treatment to Slytherins?"

"Maybe there's some big shot among the first-year students?" Hufflepuff turned a page of the textbook on the table, and suddenly heard his companion shouting.

"Harry Potter! I didn't expect Professor Snape is also a fan of Harry Potter!"

The Ravenclaw who had shouted loudly gradually lowered his voice under the gaze of Madam Pince until it was inaudible. But he still could not escape the fate of being kicked out of the library.

"Someone is calling your name, Harry!" Ron, who had long since given up on dealing with his Transfiguration paper, looked up, but only saw two figures walking out of the library with their heads down.

"Oh." Harry seemed uninterested. After the initial embarrassment, he had become almost immune to this kind of thing. As long as no one asked for his autograph in person, he could face it calmly.

Instead of spending time shaking hands with admirers, you might as well think about how to handle your Transfiguration homework.

"Maybe we should play a game of wizard chess..." Ron had completely given up and was looking around the library with his chin in his hands.

"Ron, Professor McGonagall is our head of house after all..." Harry persuaded. His tone was not only helpless but also a little smug, especially when he found that those children from wizarding families were not much better than him in terms of learning progress. "Come on, bro." Ron rolled his eyes, "Don't be a killjoy like Hermione."

"...Maybe you're right. Proper relaxation might be helpful. After all, we have a whole weekend to complete our Transfiguration homework!" Harry gave up after only persisting for a short moment. Isn't it normal for an eleven-year-old child to have only how to play in his mind?
"Hey! Look over there! It's Ivy!" But Ron's wandering eyes made a new discovery.

Although Ivy is not tall now, his handsome appearance and outstanding temperament make it difficult for others not to notice him. Perhaps it is because of his charm value of 17 points.

"Honestly, he shouldn't go to Slytherin." Ron shook his head, and Harry saw a trace of pity and regret in his eyes.

"Well... I think given Ivy's level of magic, we don't need to worry about this." Harry gave a fair evaluation.

"Wow, I didn't know you were such a cold-blooded person!" Ron even seemed to feel a little sorry for Ivy. "Didn't you notice? No Slytherin ever talked to him at the dinner table! He must have been isolated by them!"

"Really?" Harry remembered that at the opening party not long ago, Ivy was chatting happily with a blonde girl next to her. At that time, he was a little resentful of Ivy, thinking that he had betrayed his friendship.

However, after learning about Ivy's situation from Ron, Harry began to worry about him.

"Look for yourself." Ron pointed to the tables around Ivy. Malfoy was sitting with several other first-year Slytherin boys. At the opposite table were first-year girls led by Cassandra. They were not far away from each other, but no other Slytherin sat at the table where Ivy sat.

Even if someone else who didn't know the truth approached Ivy's table, there would be a Slytherin who would use his eyes to dissuade him from doing so.

Harry frowned, he was very familiar with this situation, in order to avoid provoking Dudley, his classmates in Muggle primary schools would usually take various measures to isolate him, and "ignoring" was only the mildest of the effects.

"This is bullying!" Harry said with certainty.

"Although we are not from the same house..." Ron said softly, "Slytherin and Gryffindor have never gotten along..."

"But we need to let Ivy feel the magic of friendship!" Harry nodded to Ron, and the two of them picked up the books and homework on the table and moved them to Ivy's desk together.

As Ron passed by the stunned Malfoy, he smiled at him provocatively.

"Hey! Buddy!" Harry tried to make his voice lively. "How have you been lately?"

As soon as he asked this, Harry couldn't help but want to slap himself, and Ron next to him had the same idea.

"What do you mean?" Ivy gave him an inquiring look. He was busy looking for a suitable spell in the Tome of Destruction and had no time to pay attention to the changes in the outside world.

(End of this chapter)