The Big Boss Behind Hogwarts

Moriarty got out of bed the next day.

Perhaps it was the last year at Hogwarts, but Tonks' demands were extraordinarily firm, coupled with Violet's growing soft body...

Only Moriarty himself could feel the taste of it.

After waking up the two girls, they went to the auditorium to have breakfast together.

The little snakes on the long Slytherin table were all there, and Lilith couldn't help but be surprised when she saw Moriarty's late arrival, "What's wrong? You were the first one to wake up in the entire castle before."

Moriarty shrugged nonchalantly, "There are always some problems in magic worth thinking about, right?"

Lilith sniffed close to Moriarty, and said suspiciously, "I don't believe you."

Gemma at the side saw Tonks' radiant face, and Violet, who had been dozing off in the morning for a long time, looked radiant, and understood a little.

She poked Moriarty's waist twice as if in a mischievous manner.

A soreness appeared from the waist.

"hiss--"

Moriarty swallowed the remaining syllables abruptly.

"Sister Gemma, what made you fail?"

Gemma chuckled and lowered her head to eat.

Moriarty finished his breakfast quickly, stood up and walked towards Jericho and the others who were waiting for him.

Passing by Neville saw him staring at the dark circles under his eyes, he asked casually, "Neville, did you not sleep well?"

"I'm sorry, sir." Neville replied honestly, "I'm a little excited. I thought a lot last night. I don't know how to write to my grandma——if she knows that I'm in Slytherin, she will definitely scold me with a howler letter." of."

The little snakes next to him laughed out loud, and Saldaya shook his head, saying that this would affect the reputation of Slytherin House.

Neville lowered his head even more frustrated, Moriarty just patted him on the shoulder and left: "The only way to grow up, boy."

Neville immediately mustered up his courage, and drank half a bowl of oatmeal in one go, "Let's go, Harry, the first class for freshmen is Transfiguration, and Professor McGonagall is notoriously strict."

Harry nodded, he thought he was lucky to have Neville as his roommate, at least he wouldn't be penalized by the professor for being late.

When Moriarty heard Neville's words, he stopped in his tracks, turned around and said, "Be prepared in Potions class, Potter, and don't get too many points deducted."

After finishing speaking, Moriarty went to the fourth grade class. The first class was Charms class, and then there was a class on the Protection of Fantastic Beasts in the afternoon.

"We have changed professors in the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, did you know that?" Moriarty said to the students around him.

"Huh?" Marcus was the first to be surprised, with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Is Hagrid the new professor?"

"I have to say, I'm afraid you're the only one in the whole castle who expects Hagrid to be a professor."

Lilith said lukewarmly, making all the little snakes except Marcus laugh.

Jericho asked: "Sir, who is the new professor? You must know."

"The new professor is Polly, the centaur chief who made the final game of the five-school league." Moriarty said: "I have every confidence that she is qualified for this position."

"It's not too bad if it's her." Jericho's eyes blurred and he thought of Professor Centaur's plump buttocks...

A group of people went further and further away.

And Harry on the long table looked at their backs, full of puzzlement.

"Why did Mr. Moriarty remind me to prepare in Potions class?"

Neville shook his head: "I don't understand either, but! You must listen to Mr. Moriarty's words. He said you should be prepared, and you'd better follow through."

"Hurry up, we don't have time."

Neville couldn't help feeling anxious when he saw Pansy's trio leave, and even Zabini's lonely man left the auditorium.

By the time Neville and Harry arrived at the Transfiguration classroom, it was already full of first-year Slytherins and Gryffindors.

A tabby cat sat on the desk.

Seeing that Professor McGonagall didn't come, the two breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down in the last row.

When it was class time, Harry hadn't seen Professor McGonagall, and heard the three of Pansy whispering that Draco Malfoy hadn't come yet.

And Neville also found out that Ron Weasley hadn't come.

Zabini finally found someone to laugh at, "See! The pure-blood traitor Weasley boy didn't come, he must have been terrified by the curse! Maybe he wet the bed."

But no one paid him any attention.

"boom!"

The classroom door was pushed open, and Ron and Draco rushed in, jostling and shoving each other, but it was already past the class time.

"Draco!" Pansy waved happily, Draco glanced at her, but walked to the last row with his head down.

Ron was looking for his two roommates - Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.

Ron sat down beside them and shouted angrily, "Why didn't you wake me up? You know there's class this morning!"

Seamus and Dean glanced at Ron in fear, then shrank to the other end, which was Lavender Brown.

Instead, she looked Ron up and down, as if she were looking at a rare animal.

Ron had already read the eyes of his roommates, they were afraid that Ron's curse would affect them.

As for Draco not being woken up, Ron was prepared. He never expected that he would be isolated too.

No, worse than isolation!

Ron found that both the little lion and the little snake looked at him with strange eyes.

Suddenly, Tabby jumped down from the desk and became Professor McGonagall.

"Weasley? And Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall asked coldly, "Explain why you're late?"

Ron and Draco blamed each other for delaying their waking up.

Professor McGonagall didn't buy it, and decisively deducted 20 points from the two of them.

In the next class, Professor McGonagall assigned the homework of turning matches into needles, but no one finished it until the end of get out of class.

In the process of turning the match into a needle, Seamus caused a small explosion, singed a piece of his hair, and Ron laughed vengefully.

Harry's own matches were motionless, and he watched Zabini sneak out a pin before being given a savage glare from Professor McGonagall.

Neville didn't change either, which made Harry feel a lot better and felt that he wasn't too bad.

It's time for the second class, Potions class.

The Potions class was in the basement classroom, and Harry felt shivering when he walked on the road. When he got inside, Harry saw the glass jars placed along the wall and the stuffed animals soaked in them, and swallowed his saliva.

"Have you ever watched TV?" Harry said to Neville, "It's on: There's a room like this, and its owner is usually a weird, evil, weird scientist."

However he ignored that Neville didn't know what television was.

Harry wanted to say something more, "Bang!"

The classroom door seemed to be kicked open. Harry thought that the shells were coming, and almost had a heart attack from fright.

Professor Snape strode in, picked up the roster and called the names.

Surprisingly, Professor Snape clicked on Gryffindor first, and when he clicked on Draco, his brows were raised high. Draco still lowered his head, looking ashamed.

Finally ordered Slytherin, and when Harry realized that Professor Snape stopped.

Harry peeked over and met Sijiao face to face. Harry can assure you that he saw murderous intent in his eyes!

An ominous premonition came to Harry, and Harry felt that this class would not go well.

"Oh, yes," said Skaw in a low voice, as if he had a piece of meat in his mouth: "Ha-ray-pot-this is our new--famous character--"

Every word had a long tail, and Pansy laughed shrilly when he heard Scout call Harry "Potter", and even Draco looked up.

Harry kept his head down, trying not to appear himself, because his gut told him that Professor Snape hated him very, very much, loathed him, even hated him.

Next, after Professor Snape finished his short opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

"Potter!" said Snape without warning, "what would I get if I added powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood?"

ah?

Harry turned his head from side to side, hoping for some cue, but Neville sat upright, his head buried low.

Harry just stood up and said.

"I don't know, Professor."

"You don't know." Professor Snape clenched his words.

"Let's try again. Pot!" Professor Snape's voice echoed underground. "If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you find it?"

Harry felt irrational, he had no idea what a bezoar was.

"I don't know, Professor."

To answer calmly, Harry tried not to look at Pansy, Zabini, and Nott, who were trembling with laughter.

Professor Snape curled his lips contemptuously.

"I suppose you didn't read a single book before school started, did you? Pot!"

Harry forced himself to look directly into Stanley's impassive eyes. At the Dursleys', he had indeed gone through all his textbooks, but last night he was in such a bad mood that he couldn't remember anything.

At this time, Sijia stared at Harry's green eyes in a daze.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Your eyes are like your mother."

He hadn't seen the eyes of his sweetheart for 11 years, and the beauty in his memory traveled through time and space, making him sad and angry.

"Damn Potter!"

Scully cursed inwardly, he never concealed his hatred for James Potter.

Lily wouldn't have died if it wasn't for Potter.

this child...

Nor will it appear.

When Harry was sorted into Slytherin, Snape showed great anger. He had had enough of being disgusted by a Pot in his youth, and he couldn't bear another Pot to continue to disgust him in his house.

What's worse, this Pote is the only child of the beloved Lily and that rival Pote!

Sijiao stared at Harry again for a while, his complicated mood made him unable to ask.

"Sit down!" he snapped at Harry, "Let me tell you, Pott!"

"Daffodil root powder and wormwood can be mixed together to make a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of water of life and death."

Yes, I'm sorry for Lily's death.

He blinked and continued, seeming less angry.

"Coprolites are stones taken from the stomachs of goats and are extremely detoxifying."

"Do you understand? Why don't you write it all down?"

Harry sat down with amnesty, and proceeded cautiously for the rest of the class, determined not to make the slightest mistake.

What balances him out a little is that all the students have survived the teacher's criticism, except Draco.

Harry saw the teacher pat Draco on the shoulder, and they whispered something.

When it was time to boil the medicine, Stanley divided the students into two groups, Harry and Neville were in one group, and while they were brewing, the other group, Ron and Seamus, had an explosion.

As if to get revenge on his roommate for not waking him up, Ron somehow burned Seamus' cauldron to a crooked mass, spilled the potion on the flagstone floor, and burned holes in Dean's nearby shoes.

Seamus was soaked in the potion when the cauldron was knocked over, and he screamed in pain with red, swollen boils all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot!" Snape growled, waving his wand to clean up.

"I suppose you put the porcupine quills in the cauldron without removing it from the fire, did you?"

Simon cried and shook his head, and Ron was gloating, but Dean stood up and said that Ron did it on purpose, he was out of revenge.

Si taught someone to send them to the school hospital while deducting 20 points from Ron.

Then he turned to Harry and yelled, "Potter! Why didn't you tell him not to put in porcupine quills? You thought he'd show you when he made a mistake?"

"Your performance is terrible! It was a mistake that you were sorted into Slytherin! If I were you, I would hurry up and go back to the Muggles!"

"One point from Slytherin for your poor performance in this class!"