Harry Potter and the Dragon Prince

In the end, surprised by the other party, Snape also rushed over, discussed with Professor McGonagall, and finally gave Marcus a 15-day suspension and 25 points for Slytherin.

At this time, Hema was chatting with Harry and the others with a calm face, and walked towards the auditorium.

"How did you do it just now?" Ron stood up excitedly, flicked his sleeves, and imitated with squinted eyes.

"Is this? It's my little secret. I'll tell you when I have a chance."

When Ron heard Hema say this, he also remembered the wings on Hema's back yesterday, and subconsciously put the reason why Hema was able to block the attack just now on the magic props.

"Hema, since it's okay, let's go to the auditorium quickly."

"Um."

A few people on the way chatted a lot of interesting things, which made Harry feel more relaxed. Hema was indeed different from other Slytherins.

When they came to the auditorium, Hema also separated from Harry and the others, and came to the Slytherin table, but it was still early and there were not many people there.

And for the sake of quietness, he also deliberately found a seat on the side, but after a while, he was still crowded with Slytherin students.

He really didn't want to make a high profile, but he didn't expect such a result... By the way, this girl Hannah didn't come to him. When I went back to the dormitory yesterday, I didn't see her outside the auditorium.

"Ron Weasley! You know what you've done!"

And just when Hema had just finished reading the book and was about to have some snacks, there was a woman's roar from Gryffindor, and a letter floated in front of Ron and scolded him.

"It's so noisy in the morning, as expected of Gryffindor~"

Hearing the voice next to her, Hema looked over. A short-haired Slytherin girl was chatting with the girl next to her in a weird way.

"But Gryffindor doesn't talk about these things behind other people's backs." Hema said slowly, squinting at the other party.

"Hema Abbott! What do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. What I mean is that we are poisonous snakes. We don't need to spit messages behind the enemy's back, but open our fangs, hold the opponent's neck, and kill the enemy completely!"

As Hema landed the last word, the surroundings fell into complete silence, and the girl also gave Hema a hard look, and turned her head away to ignore him.

Although Hema, a freshman, said this very arrogantly, but the other party's wandless spellcasting and silent spell in the sorting ceremony.

In addition to the fact that he fought hundreds of rounds with Marcus, a senior in the morning, without any injuries, it is worth affirming that this is a monster-level genius.

Although Hema doesn't even know that she is so powerful now, the power of three people becoming a tiger is actually really terrifying.

After eating something, Hema has almost finished her review. The first class is Snape's. If she can get the favorability value from the Half-Blood Prince, it will be of great benefit.

After tidying up her notes, Hema found that the entire auditorium was basically deserted, except for a figure at the other end of the Slytherin table who was still reading a book.

"What book is so fascinating?" Hema walked over and asked softly while sitting next to her, mainly to remind her that class time was approaching.

The other party raised his head slightly, and the silver hair fluttered accordingly, exuding a little bit of beauty under the reflection of the sun, and a pair of lake blue eyes blinked lightly, like the light of a galaxy, making people intoxicated.

"I..." Immediately, Hema froze there. For the first time, he didn't know how to speak, and his eyes widened surprisingly.

"The halo of Lannett... a very beautiful book." Seeing Hema's straight gaze, the girl frowned, turned around, and put the book in her hand in Hema's direction.

"My name is Hema? Aibo...you are?" Hema glanced at the book and stretched out her hand.

"My name is Astoria Greengrass,

Mr Abbott. "The girl stretched out her small hand and gently shook it.

Hema felt a chill instantly, and only then did Hema notice that although the other party's skin was very white, it was not bloody white, but sickly white.

But Hema was not familiar with the name Astoria. He only knew a king named Artoria, weak, pitiful, helpless but edible.

"So, Mr. Abbott, can you let go of my hand?"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Only then did Hema notice that she had been holding on to the opponent's hand and did not let go... After looking at it, the opponent's eyes had changed a bit.

"Then, I'll take my leave first." After finishing speaking, the other party tidied up the books and walked out quickly with the books in their arms.

Hema looked at the beautiful figure of the other party, scratched her head, her face became bitter for the first time, "My lord, I'm really wronged~ I'm really not an idiot!"

"Haha, what are you talking about? What is an idiot?"

Just when Hema felt that her first love was shattered before it even started, a girl's laughter came from behind her.

He turned his head to look, and a tall, silver-haired girl looked at him with a funny face, and he felt a little strange.

"Hey, classmate Hema, do you know me?"

"I don't know you, Senior Sister?"

"My name is Daphne Greengrass, and the little girl just now is my sister."

...

After being entangled by Daphne for a while, Hema was finally able to escape. However, just as he came to the door of the Potions classroom, he happened to bump into Snape walking quickly from the corner.

"Hema Abbott, I hope your talents in the spells have given some potions." Snape looked at Hema, who was only a second away from being late, and turned on the sarcasm mode again.

"Of course, Professor." Hema couldn't refute anything, and obediently followed Snape into the room.

It's just that in the classroom at this time, the left side of the classroom is already full of Gryffindor freshmen, and the Slytherin seats on the right are basically full, with only one vacant seat free.

And the person sitting in that position happened to be dear Miss Astoria, but before Hema could walk over, Snape stopped him directly.

"Dear Mr. Abbott, come here, I really want to see the potion performance of genius wizards." Snape's gloomy face dragged Hema to the seat next to him.

The students below almost laughed out loud. After all, Hema showed a strong talent for spells, and they, little wizards, couldn't compare.

But it is also a very pleasant thing to see a genius deflated.

What's more, because of some of Hema's style, as well as the auditorium and the Marcus incident, Hema's overall reputation is not very good.

However, for Slytherin, who worships the strong and powerful, the mighty Hema is still admired by many.

Although from the perspective of life, they are not willing to make friends with people like Hema.

"Quiet, who wants to come up and cooperate with Mr. Abbott?" Snape scanned the surroundings and saw that the classroom was silent before starting to lecture.

The subsequent courses have been going on smoothly. Although Snape also started the questioning mode, Hema originally thought that she might receive special attention.

But in the end, he only asked him one question, which made Hema feel that it was a good thing that he was in Slytherin, otherwise he might suffer in Gryffindor.

But at the end of this class, Snape stopped beside Astoria, his brows slightly frowned, obviously the other party made some mistakes.

"Greengrass, why did you play nearly 0.5 times more." Snape didn't speak loudly, but his tone was terribly serious.

"I...sorry, Professor." Astoria lowered his head, without refuting or continuing to answer the reason.

"Copy pages 11-15 of magic potions and potions 5 times, and put them in my office tomorrow. I'll look at you and compare them."

"Okay, Professor Snape." Astoria nodded, and started to brew the potion again, and other students also looked over.

But just when she finished grinding and put it into the crucible bit by bit, her wrist flicked suddenly, and the dust directly fell on the tabletop and the edge of the crucible.

"not good!"

Hema was also startled suddenly, and ran over under everyone's astonished gazes. Astoria looked at the boy's worried face, his eyes darkened, and he completely lost consciousness.