Hogwarts behind-the-scenes big boss

Harry and Draco exchanged a look.

I remembered the mysterious wizard last night.

"What should we do if that person last night was really the professor?"

Harry asked nervously.

There's nothing more exciting than this.

"What should I do?" Draco asked, "I don't believe Professor Snape is that person!"

"But, but!" Harry wanted Draco to believe his judgment, "Yesterday you saw it, and Senior Sister Pillwick also saw it. That man was lame on one leg! Professor Snape was also lame on one leg.

!He only became lame after yesterday’s battle!”

"Oh, please," Draco said, holding his forehead, "Maybe the man last night was born lame!"

Harry was stunned for a moment, then thought: "You are right, Draco. There is another possibility, yes, maybe that person was born lame..."

"Yes, we don't know him, who knows." Draco shrugged, "Anyway, I don't believe that the person who broke into the alchemy classroom was a teacher. Why did he do that? There is no reason."

The two were whispering and were so immersed in the discussion that they didn't notice Professor Snape coming behind them.

The classroom had fallen silent, and Professor Snape stared at Harry and Draco without blinking.

Seeing their heads coming together, Professor Snape's expression changed and he became tense.

Professor Snape frowned, rolled up his sleeves, and pinched the backs of Harry and Draco's necks with his left and right hands at the same time.

"Reason? You should give me a reason to speak in my class!"

"Professor Snape!"

The two of them were frightened, like two cats whose fate was blocked, at a loss what to do, and their eyes were panicked.

"It's over. If I'm caught red-handed, will I be kicked out by him? I still have all my college points, which will definitely be deducted."

Harry thought sadly.

Unexpectedly, Professor Snape just had a cold face, and after a while he spoke without moving his lips.

"Pansy, you and Po Te switch seats."

After Professor Snape finished speaking, he left, and Harry and Draco fell back into their seats with a thud.

Pansy came over happily, she loved sitting at the same table with Draco.

Harry could only sit between Daphne and Nott.

Nott mocked him a few times, and Harry snorted, "That coward Shabini, you don't dare to do it yourself, so I have to let you do it?"

"You actually talked about Shabini."

Nott looked towards the Gryffindor seat with a smile on his face.

"When you weren't here, Shabini tripped Ron, and Ron's stool bounced him away! His head hit the ground, and his face was disfigured."

Harry quickly turned to look at Ron, and sure enough he saw Ron's face was stained with color, and there was a black bruise as big as a fist on his forehead.

Many students in the classroom looked at Ron and then suppressed their laughter.

Ron couldn't stand the strange looks and complained to Snape: "Professor, Shabini from your college cast a spell on me."

Shabini immediately retorted: "It's not me, it's your curse! Don't try to rely on me. Everyone knows that your curse will bring you bad luck. Today it takes effect again."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The whole room burst into laughter.

Ron gritted his teeth, and Professor Snape yelled: "Shut up!"

"You didn't raise your hand, Weasley! Who told you that Potions was the place for you to complain? Five points from Gryffindor!"

Ron was so angry that his eyes were burning, and Seamus kicked his stool to persuade him to come down.

"Okay, okay, Shabini, it will be easier for you."

Ron glared at Shabini hatefully.

Pansy and Nott were laughing so hard that Harry tried to straighten his glasses.

"Crazy Merlin, I never expected that they would laugh at me because they were laughing at Ron Weasley. I have to thank Ron."

This little incident made Harry feel better.

So much so that he temporarily forgot about the lame mysterious wizard.

However.

In the afternoon, news spread in the castle that the alchemy classroom had been broken into by a mysterious wizard.

Dumbledore asked all prefects to inform students to be vigilant at all times and not to appear alone.

And some little snakes said that this mysterious wizard is suspected to be the murderer of Sirius!

It was said to have a nose and an eye, so it spread quickly.

The murderer has entered the castle!

A tense atmosphere suddenly filled Hogwarts. The old students were already used to it. Percy said to the new students more than once: "This is nothing. Vampires and Japanese black wizards have all broken in, and they were all killed by Morrie."

Mr. Arty ran away."

As the freshmen listened to the story, there was a sense of expectation hidden in their uneasiness.

Harry was eager to try, but he remembered Professor Snape's lame leg again.

"Could it be Professor Snape who killed that Sirius? And then broke into the alchemy classroom."

In the library, Harry whispered to Draco.

"What? You are so stupid!" Draco was a little angry: "If you continue to be stupid, I will consider not being friends with you."

"Oh! Why?" Harry was hurt and more confused.

Draco ignored him and walked away alone.

"Hey, Draco!"

Harry was disappointed to see Draco leave without looking back.

Suddenly, Ron's voice sounded next to Harry.

"He is just that kind of person, proud and selfish. He is the one who is really stupid, not you."

Ron looked at Draco's leaving figure with disdain.

"I'm sorry, I'm not happy when you say that about my friend." Harry glared at Ron.

The little bit of good feeling I had on the train disappeared without a trace.

Ron's eyes widened in shock: "You actually hate me because of Malfoy? We met first! Harry, I know you are different from them! You and Snape, Malfoy, and Slytherin

Everyone is different!”

Harry originally wanted to leave, but after hearing "Snape", he sat back down.

"Look, I just said you are different from them." Seeing Harry come back, Ron thought it was because of him and became proud, "Have more contact with us, Harry, it won't do you any harm. If you want to be with us,

Make friends with some right, great wizards, and I think I can help you with that."

Ron raised his face slightly and stretched out his right hand in a pretentious manner. According to Professor William, he indeed found a sense of superiority in Harry.

"Professor William was so kind to me."

Ron thought happily.

Harry instinctively rejected Ron, but he wanted to be recognized so much that he told Ron his inference about Snape.

Ron had just been deducted points by Snape in the morning, and he was filled with anger. He slapped the table excitedly: "I knew it! I knew it! Snape is indeed a bad guy. I heard from Percy that Snape and Snape were friends when they were in school.

Sirius is a mortal enemy! He must have done it!"

"Hello!"

A girl at the table next to her slapped the table and stood up.

Staring at Ron: "Do you think you are cool when you yell? This is the library. If you can't control yourself, please go to the Quidditch pitch to vent your anger and don't affect others!"

Hermione stood opposite Ron in an awkward manner, crossing her arms and staring at Ron dissatisfied.

Hannah sat next to Hermione, also looking unhappy.

Harry suddenly noticed that the classmates around him were casting dissatisfied looks at them, so he pulled Ron and said, "Let's go."

Ron frowned, let's go?

Wouldn't it be a shame to leave in front of Harry?

And the person opposite me was a girl, a freshman.

I'm also a first-year student, why should I leave?

Ron became more and more angry as he thought about it, and said to Hermione: "I don't know what you are studying? Didn't you pay attention to the lecture?"

Hermione couldn't believe there were such shameless people!

Everyone knows the name of "Unfortunate Ron" recently. Hermione originally had a sense of sympathy, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that every unfortunate thing happened for a reason.

Hannah couldn't stand it any longer, so she packed up her books and notes, pulled Hermione and left.

Before leaving, he sealed the book in front of Ron's eyes and waved it, "See clearly, Hermione is learning "Standard Spells - Level 3"!"

There was a low cry all around.

First-year students only need to learn "Standard Spells?? Elementary". The last person to learn upper-level spells by himself was Moriarty.

Hermione and Hannah walked out angrily. The old students seemed to have seen Moriarty teach himself "Standard Spells - Level 7".

"Is there another genius going to appear in the first grade?"

Listening to the discussion next to him, Ron's face turned blue and white.

At this time, the librarian, Ms. Pins, walked in with a livid face.

Before Hannah left, she reported Ron to Mrs. Pince.

"Get out of here!"

Ron ran out in panic, and Harry apologized to everyone and ran out too.

"Hey, Harry." Ron stopped Harry with a troubled expression on his face: "Can you go to Professor William's office with me? Alas, he asked me to borrow books... As you saw, I'm sure

There is no way to borrow it."

"I'll go with you," Harry said understandingly: "I explained to Professor William that it's not your fault. It was me who made you talk about those things, which delayed your borrowing the book."

"Great, thank you, Harry."

Ron smiled happily and thought to himself, Professor William has completed his task brilliantly, what reward can he get?

Harry shook his head and asked, "What book did Professor William ask you to borrow?"

"It seems to be a magic book about alchemy?" Ron replied casually: "You also know that alchemy classes are offered after the professor graduates."

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