Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

"Everyone, come and see Saint Potter! Is anyone in need of money? Come and borrow some, Saint Potter will definitely be generous - he even sympathizes with stinky Quirrell!"

Then Harry and Ron had a fight with Malfoy and his minions.

There was no doubt that Harry and Ron were no match for Crabbe and Goyle, not to mention Malfoy's various sneak attacks. The two were beaten black and blue.

But they didn't suffer any loss. In the end, the two of them took the beating and pinned Malfoy down and beat him up.

At night, Ron came out of the school hospital with two dark circles under his eyes that had not yet completely disappeared, and he was very proud:

"Malfoy didn't have any strength at all. I mean, I could just sit him down on his butt, and he could only scream for mommy in a shrill voice, his resistance was weak and powerless... Oh, I was stunned by the beating, I should have let him call daddy!"

Harry laughed so hard that his bruised cheek hurt and he almost cried.

"Are you very proud? Gryffindor was deducted 30 points!" Hermione, who picked up the two from the hospital, scolded them angrily.

Harry and Ron didn't care at all, Hermione would earn it back anyway!

They just know that they are happy.

This happiness lasted until Professor McGonagall appeared in front of them.

The serious vice-principal lady has the ability to quiet any student, especially when she has a stern face.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, you have truly honored Gryffindor tonight!"

Ron was surprised: "Really?"

Then Professor McGonagall glared at him with a sword-like gaze, scaring him so much that he quickly shut up, and Harry also elbowed him hard.

Professor McGonagall took a few deep breaths, and her thin face became even more terrifying. However, to their surprise, she did not continue to scold them. Instead, she said, "Mr. Potter, please follow me. Dumbledore wants to see you..."

She looked at the dazed Ron again and took a few deep breaths. "...Weasley, go back and rest. Come to my office for detention tomorrow...Miss Granger, you should go back too. It's late and curfew is almost here."

After saying goodbye to his two friends, Harry nervously followed Professor McGonagall to the eighth floor.

All the way he was thinking, why did Dumbledore want to see him? In addition, could he take this opportunity to report the truth about Snape to Dumbledore?

But when he really walked into the principal's office, Harry immediately killed the latter plan -

There was not only Dumbledore in the office, there was also another figure in a black robe, looking gloomy and indifferent.

Snape!

He seemed to be arguing with Dumbledore about something. When Harry came in, he heard him angrily say, "...What kind of tricks are you playing, Dumbledore!"

Seeing someone come in, he stopped talking.

But Harry found that Snape was staring at him intently, and that look made Harry suspect that if Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were not around, he would rush up and chew him up and eat him!

"Did he find out I was following him?"

Harry, who was harboring ulterior motives, was thinking wildly and subconsciously shrank behind Professor McGonagall to avoid Snape's fierce gaze.

All he wanted now was to finish what Dumbledore wanted to say quickly and let him leave.

Too scary!

Professor McGonagall put her arm around Harry's shoulders and led him to the desk, "Albus, Mr. Potter is here."

"Oh, Harry—"

Dumbledore smiled, "I was just speaking to Severus about you. We have something to ask you."

"..."

Harry suddenly had a bad feeling. He tried to force a smile, but found his cheeks were as stiff as stone. "Uh, Headmaster Dumbledore, what's the matter?"

"Just a little thing. Here, have some candy... Oh, no appetite? Okay."

After a few pleasantries, Dumbledore said with a smile, despite Harry's increasingly bad premonition and Snape's murderous look:

"It's like this, Harry. Vaughan has been very busy recently. It's foreseeable that with the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee, he will be even busier. So, he has entrusted the task of teaching you Occlumency to me again..."

Harry, who was feeling uneasy, suddenly felt relieved.

However, before he could even curl his lips into a smile, he saw Dumbledore behind the desk, smiling brightly and saying, "...But unfortunately, I have some personal matters to attend to recently, so I plan to let Severus teach you!"

boom!

Harry felt his mind go blank, and a huge fear suddenly overwhelmed him. He subconsciously wanted to stop Dumbledore's outrageous decision:

"headmaster--"

"Oh, child, don't worry. Your Potions Professor is a master of Occlumency and very experienced. He will surely teach you quickly and effectively."

"I'm not worried, I'm—"

"That's even better. It's happily decided. Minerva, take Harry back... By the way, the lessons start tomorrow, at the same place, Harry!"

"Dumbledore——"

Professor McGonagall put his arm around Harry's shoulders and he desperately reached out to Dumbledore. Then he heard Snape on the other side gritting his teeth and yelling, "Dumbledore!"

The two shouted at each other, and Dumbledore clapped his hands and laughed:

"Great! I'm already looking forward to your chemistry!"

Harry & Snape: "..."

Today is such a bad day!

Chapter 83 What does it mean to hate each other?

"I am dead……"

By the time Harry shouted these words in despair, he had already returned to Gryffindor.

Although he struggled desperately on the way, trying to run back to the headmaster's office and ask Dumbledore to retract his decision, he even told Professor McGonagall that Snape was the man in black robes!

But considering that he and Ron had just fought with Malfoy in the evening, his face was still swollen.

Professor McGonagall put down his resistance forcefully.

"Mr. Potter, even though you play at night, copy homework, and fight... I still hope you are a good boy. Now, obey Dumbledore's arrangements obediently, otherwise I will put you in detention for two weeks and let Professor Snape supervise you!"

"Don't blame me for not warning you in advance!"

Obviously, in Professor McGonagall's eyes, Harry has become a person of bad faith.

Dragged back to the dormitory by Professor McGonagall, Harry was completely desperate. He lay motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes.

Worried about him, Ron, who didn't rest, ran to the common room and asked his female classmate Lavender Brown to go to the girls' dormitory to call Hermione over.

Hearing Ron's retelling, Hermione frowned: "Harry, didn't Dumbledore say anything else?"

She stood at the door of the boys' dormitory. Seamus, Neville and other little boys wrapped themselves tightly and dared not say a word.

The only one making a sound was Scabbers, who was at the head of Ron's bed.

The fat rat screamed desperately because Guoguocha had also come with it. It was squatting in front of Ron's bed, shaking its head at Banban's cage.

Ron couldn't care less about Scabbers. He pushed Harry a few times, and Harry, who was in a daze, finally said with a sad face, "No, he just told me that starting tomorrow, Snape will take over teaching me Occlumency."

Hermione thought for a moment, "We'll go with you tomorrow!"

Ron nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Harry, we are with you. With so many people, Snape will definitely not dare to attack you."

Neville poked his head out from the side and asked, "Why did Snape attack Harry?"

Ron said without even turning his head: "Nothing, Neville, you can come with us tomorrow!"

Neville: "..."

On the other side, Seamus and Dean quickly put away their curiosity and pretended to be asleep. No one in Gryffindor liked Snape, and no one was not afraid of him.

Poor Neville, why does he have to talk so much?

After agreeing on a time for tomorrow, Hermione went back. Harry collapsed on the bed like a dead fish, listening to Ron's nagging worries and Neville's stammering resistance.

As they talked, the two began to snore, leaving Harry alone with a broken mind, tossing and turning, and a sleepless night!

The next morning, Harry stared at Ron yawning, then said to him shamelessly, "Harry, I was so worried I couldn't sleep last night. Look, I have dark circles under my eyes."

Ha ha……

It was obviously Crabbe who hit him!

Harry was too lazy to pay attention. He washed up silently, went to the restaurant to eat, and then took advantage of the fact that there were not many classes in the morning to sneak to the eighth floor and try to find Dumbledore.

He repeated the command that Professor McGonagall had given yesterday, but the ugly dripstone didn't react at all. Instead, it attracted Peeves.

"Ahaha, Harry Potter! I caught you, you truant kid, you're doomed!"

For Harry, facing Snape would be the real end.

He threatened, "Peeves, shut up! Do you know the password to the principal's office? Tell me, or I'll have Vaughn teach you a lesson when he gets back!"

Peeves seemed frightened, blinking his small black eyes. "Oh, no—how could poor Peeves know the password? Dear Harry Potter, are you trying to break into the headmaster's office?"

Harry replied casually, "Yes..."

As soon as he had said that, he saw Peeves do a somersault in the air, his mouth wide open, and shout:

"Someone come quickly - a thief is trying to break into the headmaster's office. Filch, you damned cripple, come here and catch Harry Potter!"

Harry fled in panic, but how could he escape from Peeves? That guy was riding on his head and he couldn't get rid of him.

In the end, Harry was taken to Professor McGonagall by Filch who had hurried over.

Looking at Professor McGonagall, who was so angry that she covered her chest and could hardly breathe, Harry sighed and decided to accept his fate.

He finally realized that these adults were not reliable at all!

Not as reliable as Hermione's suggestion!

At night, after a day of mental preparation, Harry picked up a lantern and prepared to go to the Room of Requirement.

There was no need to worry about Filch now, but if possible, he would rather be caught by Filch and taken to the guard's office!

After walking along the corridor for a while, Harry turned back quietly, looked at the empty space behind him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you still there?"

Then, Ron's answer rang in his ears: "We are following closely!"

And Neville sobbed softly: "Honestly, can you let me go back? What if I get caught..."

A few steps away, Hermione's voice came: "Okay Neville, we won't be caught, I promise!"