Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Professor McGonagall urged her, pulling her to a chair and sitting down, pulling the tip of her hat and putting it on her head - just like many little wizards had done before.

But this time, a childish and sharp voice came out of the hat before it barely touched Harry's head.

He shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Gryffindor!"

Sorting Hat: ...I haven't said a fucking word yet.

A row of tables below was already boiling with activity.

"We have Potter!!"

"Harry Potter! We have Harry Potter!!"

"OHHHHHHH——"

"Knock! Knock the plate!!"

Don't be silly, the kids don't care what's wrong with the Sorting Hat.

Maybe it's because he's been eating too much salt recently?

Regardless of.

Anyway, they had Harry Potter and Slytherin didn't.

"Miss Potter!"

"Come here, do it here! Hey! Remember me? On the platform? I'm Fred... I'm kidding. I'm George."

"Come on Fred, I'm George."

"We have to thank you for taking care of Ron in the car! Our silly brother."

"Oh! Ron, there you are. My dear brother..."

"You are so beautiful!"

Chirping Gryffindor.

The tables at other colleges were not so busy - as Harry expected, Miss Draconi Malfoy was indeed admitted to Slytherin. The hat only touched her hair and almost confirmed her destination. The girl lifted her golden hair, walked up with her head held high, and walked down with her head held high, her smug look made people want to laugh.

Slytherin...

sister.

All the new students had been assigned, leaving only Nagini and Mori Yuesha in the middle aisle.

Dumbledore stood up at the right time and knocked the crystal glass beside him. In front of all the students and teachers, the old man with a beard tied in his belt bowed very formally to Mori Yuesha below.

Full etiquette.

"It's been many years since we last met, Mori Yuesa."

His voice came out loud and clear.

"Well, eighty or ninety?"

"You are still the same as you were then. Young, beautiful, full of life... Oh, Nagini. Are you all right?"

Nagini was different from Mori Yuesha. She bowed politely and said, "Thank you for your concern, Professor Dumbledore."

Ron: "What are they talking about?"

Hermione: "How should I know...Harry?"

Harry shook his head.

"The curriculum will be slightly changed, children," Dumbledore announced to everyone. "Professor Quirinus Quirrell has had some health problems recently, so I have found a young and energetic lady to teach you - to be your temporary Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher while he is recovering."

Dumbledore winked at the students with ridiculous faces below and said, "Believe me. If you can learn even a little bit, it will be the greatest gain in the past few years... Come, Mori Yuesha, sit over here."

He tapped the tabletop and conjured up two chairs, to Professor McGonagall's right.

"And now—I declare."

"The party begins!"

With a wave of his hand, a mountain of food appeared on the long table.

"What do you want to eat? Say it to the plate."

Beef, roast chicken, pork chops, sausages, potatoes, peas, puddings - all kinds of ways, all kinds of desserts and ice cream. Just read the plate and say what you want to eat.

"Hogwarts has its own house-elves to serve the wizards." Ron held a chicken drumstick in each hand and stuffed his mouth with it under Hermione's disdainful eyes: "I didn't hear them say that... Would you like a cup of iced lemon tea?"

"No thanks... I want to ask, which column is..."

"Slytherin?" Ron turned his head to follow Harry's gaze and confirmed, "Slytherin, yes."

"Follow us..."

"No? Of course. They only do dirty tricks behind your back. By the way, what's wrong with your sister, Harry?" Ron forked a few large pieces of steak covered with black sauce onto his plate, and enthusiastically wanted to share them with Harry and Hermione -

No.

The two girls smiled reluctantly.

"My sister..." She had to go on explaining that she wasn't human.

Harry thought for a moment and said, "She's probably a hybrid of a very long-lived creature."

Hermione nodded thoughtfully, "A hybrid creature. I've seen it in Fantastic Beasts... She looks too much like a Veela."

'They were beautiful young women, dancing in gauze in the moonlight on a midsummer night.'

'Men who are obsessed with them will forget everything, not eat, drink or sleep, and will keep dancing and laughing until they are exhausted.'

'They are friendly to most humans, mostly - they cure them, predict their illnesses. But they have bad tempers. Veela don't like people who don't keep their promises.'

Veela.

Hermione showed a hint of doubt.

Veela seduction only works on men, doesn't it?

That myself...

what happened?

"Hermione?"

"I, I don't know... I'm not sure if she is." Hermione shook her head, shaking off the elves dancing with ice and snow in her head. "I'm not sure, Harry. If your sister is a powerful witch, it's normal for her to live longer..."

Mori Tsukisa.

A green bean-colored toe stepped into Granger's heart lake, and ripples spread quietly...

"what does she like?"

Harry was stunned.

"I, I mean--" Hermione's eyes wandered, and she used the small fork in her hand to poke a few pieces of steak that she had never touched before and put them on the plate. She kept cutting them with the knife, but she never put them into her mouth.

"I mean, isn't she a substitute teacher? We should at least, a little... a little, understand her preferences, right?"

But the girl's voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground.

Harry pretended not to hear, cut the bloody steak, put it in his mouth and chewed it until it was mush.

Chapter 129 Why pretend to be cute

"You are here to experience and learn this precise and rigorous craft."

The Potions class was held in a basement classroom. It was cold and damp, with visible dust floating in the air, and piles of glass jars were stacked around the walls - inside them were biological specimens that made people feel cold.

Severus Snape. This man, whom Harry had met once, was her Potions teacher. He was wearing a similar black robe (or one that he had never changed at all), and he walked in like the wind, slamming the door loudly. With a stern face, his dark eyes scanned the children who were silent below.

"Uninformed minds are not welcome here." He had deep vertical lines on his brows, and spoke slowly, like reciting poetry, with long intervals between words: "I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a slow-cooking crucible emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You won't truly understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's veins, which makes people excited and confused... I can teach you how to improve your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing: you are not the kind of fools I often encounter."

The whole class was silent, except for one lady who thought she was whispering.

"Nagini, why don't I have a pot?"

"Shut up, you auditors." Snape looked towards the last row in annoyance. As a lady who would be a substitute teacher, Dumbledore asked her to audit the class for a week to get used to the way the teacher taught...including Potions class, of course.

"Oh."

Snape glared at her fiercely, lifted his robe and walked down the podium, standing in front of Harry.

"Potter."

He rubbed his lips around the last name that disgusted him. "What would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to the wormwood infusion?"

Harley replied obediently: "You can prepare the water of life and death, professor."

Snape was stunned.

He pulled out a chair and sat down facing her.

Stare into those green eyes.

"If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

"In the stomach of a goat, Professor. It has a very strong detoxifying effect."

well.

Hermione saw satisfaction on the cold man's face.

"What is the difference between Aconitum natans and Aconitum chamaejasminoides?"

"It's the same plant, collectively known as Aconitum."

Snape narrowed his eyes. "What potion requires moonstone powder and hellebore?"

"A demulcent, professor." Harry replied softly, "It's used to calm and soothe irritable emotions. I've tried it twice, but if you add too many ingredients, you'll become drowsy after drinking it..."

The man clenched his fists in his sleeves. "You should know that the first rule of potion making is 'Experimental potions cannot be used on human body' - you have read the book, right?"

Especially on myself.

Harry pursed his lips and lowered his head, saying in a low voice: "Sorry... Professor."

Sorry, Grandpa Miles.

"If you don't want to become a purple corpse one day, Harry Potter. Don't use your cleverness to do things beyond your ability." Snape carefully looked at the girl who was as brave as her mother, and used harsh words to hide his worries: "It seems that you are fine. I don't want the 'famous' to die in my class."

He stood up, muttering reluctantly, "Five points to Gryffindor. Some of you are wise beyond your years..."

"Pfft."

"Shut up! Ron Weasley!" Snape turned around and yelled at the snickering Ron: "The extra points will be deducted many times by your two brothers. I don't know what you are so happy about? Silly stone head?" He glanced at the students around him angrily: "Why didn't you write down everything you just said?!"

The splash range is too wide.

"You better behave yourself in my class."

Ron caught a glimpse of Draconian turning her head and making a face at Harry.

"My lady..."

"Ron Weasley, if I don't see something in your notes after class..."

There were low laughs coming from the Slytherin seats.

Harry Potter.

The candlelight danced gently in Draconi Malfoy's light grey eyes. She twirled the quill in her hand, her eyes fixed on the black-haired girl who was writing - then she turned her head and looked at Mori Yuesha at the back of the classroom.

In a dark corner not exposed to sunlight, a lazy little breast was half lying. The girl was playing with her black hair in a rather coquettish manner, and in Nagini's arms, she casually winked at her: "Do you want to eat this?"

She said, pulling out a five-pointed box, shaking it next to her ear, opening it with a wicked smile, and placing her mouth over the opening.

quack!

A black shadow slid into his mouth.

'Chocolate flavor.'

When Draconi came back to her senses, she found a little brown lion with its fur standing on end staring at her angrily: Huh...what Granger?