Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

Voldemort is also proficient in transforming techniques. When his robe was invaded by magic, the carbon particles of Jody were wrapped in Jody's naked eyes. Areas of touch.

His magic cannot be effectively controlled in an invisible place, and naturally cannot resist it for longer.

He made a look of trying to calm down. He was waiting for Jody to take advantage of the victory. His caution made him want to see Jody more without lies.

However, he could not see anything.

Jody's hostility and his aggressiveness were all just right at the right time, and it was so easy to leak and even a bit artificial.

Is it necessary for a student to be so cautious?

If it were other students, Kilow might have doubts, but that was Jody...

Hidden in Kilow's skin, Voldemort's thoughts recalled everything from his youth.

He seemed to be able to understand Jody's vigilance. It would not be too cautious if he stayed in the territory of the pure blood.

"Slytherin, add ten!" After a brief silence, Kilo gave a piece of news that should have been exciting.

If Jody hadn't been special and the pure-blooded parties had not been in a complicated mood, there would have been no strange scene where there were only a few Ravenclaw cheering even though it was Slythering's bonus points.

"Very excellent, your magic." Qiluo's words were still stuttering, and he said something different, "You must have known your differences for a long time. You have successfully made me notice you Now.”

"I think that power comes from curse, professor." Jody bowed to express his apology for the offense just now, and said something he thought of early in the morning, "When I received the admission letter from the school, it happened to be When my magical rampage began... I looked up a lot of information, you must have heard of this term.

Silently ~”

"It almost became a silent person, right?" Kiro savored it carefully, and seemed to have believed it a little.

"It's not all. The knowledge in the book tells me that silence is a twist of mysterious curse. And the mystery in my body is mixed with all unknown weirdness to form those... curses."

Jody said while urging Animagus' second heart to beat quickly inside her body.

The blood flowed quickly and walked the magic power all over the body. The three hearts beating at the same time made Jody's entire body mutate.

White scales appeared on Jody's face little by little, her eyes turned into vertical pupils with white background, and the rugged edges and corners on the left corners looked like lizards and snakes.

"Are you asking me for help?"

"If I need help, I'll be shouting for help early in the morning. It's the power that is boarding in my body, right? I don't have the intention to get rid of it."

Quirrell nodded as if satisfied with Jody's statement, "All changes in the soul are irreversible. When the mystery in your body changes, you are destined to never be able to get rid of it, Unless you, digest it, completely, become your own thing, or, find, get along with it, comfort it, and not let it hinder you, your dominance.

...I am very interested in your affairs. Maybe we can have a good chat in the next class. And you guys who can't handle even a broken book."

Speaking of the latter, Kilo finally started assigning homework in a classroom atmosphere that reached a terrifying height. "You, your laziness, is destined to you, and you need more homework!"

…………………………

Here, Jody was busy fighting with Quirrell, tentating the other party's bottom line like a tightrope, and tremblingly thinking about ways to dig out the knowledge in the other party's mind.

On the other hand, the gloomy professor in dark hair and black robe in a dim classroom with a completely different style has just walked into the classroom.

This is the Potion Classroom. The professor who entered the door was meticulously dressed in a very energetic manner. His indifferent eyes swept across the students below, and his faint nasal voice showed his disgust.

This is the first potion class for the freshman this year. At this moment, Harry Potter is sitting obediently in his position.

"You are here to learn the precise science and strict craftsmanship of this potion configuration." Snape came to the podium, his voice was almost slightly higher than his whisper, but everyone could hear him clearly

In every word, Snape and Professor McGonagall have the same majesty that makes the first meeting students fear, "and for those who have a very small number of people who can fully understand the truth, I will teach you how to confuse your mind,

How to confuse the senses…”

Snape's eyes swept to Malfoy who was looking at him, and then shifted again and finally saw the boy with someone's shadow, "I will teach you to win reputation and create glory, and even teach you how to live forever...

…”

"After that being said, maybe some of you had extraordinary abilities and had enough confidence before coming to Hogwarts, making them think they didn't need to listen to my lectures seriously."

Hermione hurriedly poked Harry Potter who was recording notes beside her.

The boy looked up and looked at Snape with a simple look of confusion.

"Mr. Potter..." Snape stared at those eyes, looked carefully at the other soul behind those eyes, and walked slowly down the podium, "You answer me, there are wolf-shaped aconite and boat-shaped aconite.

What's the difference?"

Snape talked about those deliberately made things difficult, and gradually brought a blow to the boy named Potter, just as he used to attack those stupid fools who had no talent for potions.

The boy then became angry, and the emotions in his eyes became hostile.

Snape remembered this look very clearly. Dumbledore was right. The boy inherited his mother's eyes. This look was like that day, when he was hanging upside down, when Lily said the mud plantation.

Eyes.

...

"...Don't pay attention to Snape, he likes to bully Gryffindor's students as always. Both of my brothers have suffered at his hands." Ron tried hard to open up Harry in a low mood.

"No, I always feel that it's a little different..." Harry's mind was constantly turning around at this moment.

That look was very familiar, just like the look his aunt looked at him.

Different from others, they look for scars on their foreheads as soon as possible. Snape, like Aunt Penny, would stare into his eyes at first sight.

The superior's down-looking feeling and deep emotions told Harry Snape that oppression of himself was definitely not as simple as hostility towards Gryffindor.

"He hates me." Harry said softly.

The feeling of hatred he felt from Snape was exactly the same as his aunt. He hated himself, just like his aunt.

I don't know what the specific reason is.