[HP] What's your job here at Porter?

Don't ask me why there are all weird characters, isn't it more difficult to attack the good-looking ones→w→? !

#But believe me, this article has no CP! ! (#

☆, there must be love from classmates

"Well……"

Ron squinted his eyes from the glare of the sun, and turned over muttering. Harry's bed was next to him, and he was lying upright under the flat quilt, with his arms straight by his side and his head facing Looking at the ceiling, the broken hair on the forehead ran to the side of the face due to gravity, and the hideous wound on the forehead was exposed to the sun.

"My mother..." Ron turned back quickly. If Harry's skin were any paler, he would almost think it was a corpse.

"Good morning." Harry's voice sounded from behind. Ron, who was still thinking about the corpse, was really startled, and immediately jumped up from the bed. When he turned his head, he saw that he thought the corpse was a scam for a moment. Leigh adjusted his glasses and headed to the bathroom.

Ron turned his head and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was only less than six o'clock, and the first class started at nine o'clock. He could still sleep for an hour, so he turned over and continued to sleep.When he woke up again, it was almost seven o'clock. He rubbed his eyes in a daze, and found that Harry was sitting sideways by the window, reading a book in the sunlight.

The golden light shone on his black hair, and the original green eyes were extremely transparent at this time. Through the round-frame glasses, he looked much cuter than before, and the appearance of reading quietly and seriously made people still can't bear to disturb him.

'God, are you kidding me? Ron rubbed his eyes vigorously again, and found that the hideous wound on Harry's forehead was gone, leaving only a shallow lightning-shaped scar.

"Harry, your scar..." Ron couldn't help asking.

"It was cleared up this morning," Harry raised his head to look at Ron, adjusted his glasses and said, "It's my first attempt at makeup, and the effect is not satisfactory."

"...So the wound before was fake?" Ron didn't know what makeup was, but he could already roughly understand Harry's language, and vaguely guessed the reason.

"Exactly."

Ron rolled his big eyes, fell back on the pillow and covered his face with the quilt, suddenly felt that the world was full of malice, and he wanted to be quiet.

"If you continue to sleep, you will miss class." Harry's voice reached Ron's ears through the quilt, followed by the sound of getting dressed.

"Oh no, wait for me!" Ron immediately got off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and came out again a few minutes later to start dressing.

Harry had finished tidying up and was standing at the door waiting for him. Ron hurriedly put on his shoes, brought the textbooks he was going to use this morning, and left the dormitory with Harry.Both of them held the map they got from the common room in their hands, studying how to get from the auditorium to the Transfiguration classroom after breakfast.

Along the way, many students who had never seen Harry Potter secretly detoured to the Gryffindor tower, expecting to see the true face of the boy who lived, chirping behind them, and appearing in front of them after a while. Ron thought they were too obvious.However, Harry was not moved by it, and still studied the map in his hand carefully.

Turn around a corridor, and then there is the staircase area. Looking down from the fence, many students are at a loss on the moving stairs, and some of the steps of the stairs will even disappear suddenly.

"I wouldn't have slept in if I had known..." Ron looked at the dizzying stairs, a little teary-eyed, "I don't know if we can get to the classroom on time, and we haven't had breakfast yet."

"No, it's not too late."

Ron looked at Harry, who was confident, and suddenly had a bad feeling.Immediately afterwards, Harry ran down the stairs in front of them without hesitation.

"Hey Harry, what are you doing! This staircase is still moving!"

Seeing that Harry was about to fall over his head, he suddenly supported the handrail with one hand, turned over and jumped directly.Ron was so frightened that he ran to the stairs and looked down at Harry's figure, only to find that Harry had landed on the moving stairs on the next floor, walking steadily on the handrail.

"What is Harry Potter doing?!" The students on the side had already surrounded the stairway, and they all watched in surprise as Harry kept his balance on the handrail in a strange posture.

In just a few seconds before the two stairs were about to meet, Harry took a step forward in a normal way. He had already stepped on another downward staircase, and walked smoothly along the stairs to the first floor. , and then looked up at the crowd above.

"If you don't come down, you'll be late." Harry straightened his glasses and said flatly, without seeming to feel that he had done anything earth-shattering just now.

"Are you crazy?! Where can I go!" Ron covered his face, not knowing how to react, "I'll put it down from another place! Wait for me!"

After Ron walked around most of the tower panting, he finally reached the corridor on the first floor. Harry waited for him at the stairs as promised. After seeing Ron finally come down, the two walked towards the auditorium together.They came neither early nor late. There were many students at the long tables of the four colleges. Ron's brothers had already eaten half of their meal. When they saw two people standing at the door of the auditorium, they immediately beckoned them to go.

"Harry, did you know?" One of the twins blinked mischievously, "You're a big celebrity~"

"Of course not the kind of celebrity you used to be~" another person took up the conversation, "Yesterday the girls in the third grade were asking—"

"Who's that cute freshman? ~Harry, you've got a fan club!"

Harry adjusted his glasses, not surprised by this, but Ron was so shocked that he almost spit out the honey milk he drank.Looking sideways at Harry decorating his breakfast calmly, Ron suddenly felt that he was overreacting, maybe these were nothing to Harry who defeated the mysterious man.

Thanks to the stairs, they were still late in the end. Not only Professor McGonagall scolded them, but even Hermione rolled her eyes at them, obviously expressing contempt for their lateness.

When get out of class was over, Harry and Ron were about to get up and leave the classroom when they were suddenly blocked by a few Slytherin students. Harry looked up and found that it was the blond boy named Draco Malfoy.

"Is it really you? The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter?" Draco looked at Harry unceremoniously, with arrogance in his tone, "I heard those rumors, and it seems that you don't look like It was so boring in the previous rumors."

"Yes, thank you for the compliment." Harry smiled slightly, calmly raised his hand to adjust his glasses.

"This is Crabbe, this is Goyle," Draco tilted his head, introduced the two tall Slytherin students behind him perfunctorily, and then stretched out his right hand, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Co Malfoy."

"Harry Potter." Harry also raised his hand and shook it gently, but Ron pulled his hand away before it was warmed up.

"Harry!" Ron glared at Draco and whispered Harry's name.

"Oh, I know you." Draco glanced at Ron, his eyes were filled with disdain, and his nose wrinkled in disgust, "Red hair, freckles, and a family of pure-blood traitors, and many children I can't afford it."

"You!—" Ron was so angry that his face was almost as red as his hair.

"You guys!" Professor McGonagall's voice suddenly appeared, and the first graders immediately shut up and looked at the people coming.

"If I remember correctly, you should go to the next class in a few minutes." Professor McGonagall's sharp eyes scanned everyone, paused on Harry, and looked at Ron, "I believe you are not familiar with the school's map enough to be able to rush to the next classroom in a few minutes, so it's best to start now, otherwise I may really need to turn you into a map."

"Professor McGonagall, these Slys—" "Sorry Professor, we're leaving now."

Ron, who was being watched, was a little unconvinced and was about to defend himself when he was interrupted by Harry.After he finished speaking, he walked towards the door of the classroom without looking back. Seeing this, Ron had to give Draco a hard look, and followed Harry.Draco, who was stared at, snorted, and left the classroom with the two Crabbe and Goyle.

"Harry, why did you shake hands with him?" Ron complained as he walked, "there's no one in the Malfoy family that's likable, and besides, they're still Slytherins, and that's where You-Know-Who comes from!"

"Students should care for each other." Harry replied calmly, holding the book and looking ahead.

"Are you kidding?" Ron rolled his eyes, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever, "You can also see his condescending face, it makes people want to beat him up! If Mal One day when Fu Neng cares about his classmates, I will definitely spit out everything I have eaten before!"

When Ron imagined the scene of Malfoy caring for his classmates, his face turned pale, but fortunately, the flying lesson in the afternoon prevented him from being affected by the whole day.However, when he saw a group of Slytherins standing opposite Gryffindor, and Malfoy was among them, his mood dropped to the extreme.

"Put your hand directly above the broom and say 'get up'." Mrs. Hooch wore a silver whistle on her chest, and her eagle-like eyes scanned all the students. "Those who have succeeded, no one is allowed to leave the ground without my permission. Did you hear me!"

"Get up!" Ron looked at the broken broom at his feet rolling back and forth on the ground, refusing to give it to him obediently. He couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, and looked at Harry beside him.

"Get up." Harry muttered, but the broom lay quietly on the ground without any response.Recalling how Harry was so good at everything before, Ron suddenly regained his balance, a schadenfreude smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he lowered his head and continued to deal with his broom.

After the students had all got their brooms, Mrs. Hooch ordered everyone to get on the brooms, but they were still not allowed to take off.Ron was lowering his head to study which posture to ride a broom is more comfortable, when he heard a low exclamation from the side.

The boy who lost his toad before, named Neville Longbottom, was watching him getting farther and farther away from the ground with a face full of horror, his whole body was trembling, and he didn't know what to do.

"Longbottom, come down!" Madam Hooch immediately shouted sullenly.

"I...I can't control it!" Neville was so frightened that his voice was trembling. As the altitude got higher and higher, his body trembled more violently, and then his speed gradually increased, rushing towards the sky.

The broom carried Neville flying wildly in the sky, nearly throwing him off several times, and suddenly rushed to the other side of the castle wall, disappearing from everyone's sight.After a few seconds, he suddenly appeared from the back of the castle, brushed past the iron riding decoration on the top, and the tip of the spear on the top caught Neville's robe, ripped him off the broom, and hung him high on it.

'Stab——' The sound of the robe being torn apart made one's heart skip a beat. Neville fell onto the lamp stand on the floor below, and was about to fall.

"Harry, think of a way!" Ron was so frightened that he subconsciously grabbed Harry's robe sleeve and shouted hastily.

Harry was already ready to do something. He raised the broom in his right palm upwards, put his tail behind him, supported his glasses with his left hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly behind the round lenses.Then the broom in his hand flew out like a javelin and firmly nailed it to the outer wall of the castle, more than two meters above the ground.

Neville's falling body got another cushion. The already worn-out broom was smashed into two pieces. His robe was hung on the wooden spikes on the broom's section, and his feet were only less than one meter above the ground.

Ron swore he hadn't expected Harry to save Neville this way.

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"Are you kidding?" Ron rolled his eyes, as if he had heard the funniest joke ever, "You can also see his condescending face, it makes people want to beat him up! If Mal On a day when Fu Neng cares about his classmates, I will live broadcast eating Banban!"

Peter: Excuseme? ! (manual bye)

☆、Unusual flight lessons

——The Hogwarts Express has a VIP compartment on the roof, surrounded by glass on all sides, with a wide view.

- The Boy Who Lived was suicidal, and his favorite place to jump off was the stair area.

-Harry Potter has a special broom technique that can penetrate the impenetrable Hogwarts Castle.

Rumors began to spread, and whispers from other students began to reach the ears of the two little lions. Ron was a little restless, because the rumors he heard were not all good things, and Harry seemed calm and composed on this matter.After lunch that day, Ron and Harry walked up the stairs of Hogwarts together as usual. After a week, they had basically figured out the character of these stairs, at least they were rarely late because of the stairs.

"Those people are really exaggerating more and more." Ron glanced at Harry's injustice and said: "I can guarantee that Fred and George are responsible for it. They are afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

"It's nothing." Harry's words sounded very humble, but for some reason Ron had the feeling that he didn't really think he was in the limelight. Is this normal?

He couldn't help but think of his first flying lesson two days ago, which gave him a new insight into Harry's aloof image.

After Neville hung precariously in mid-air and was rescued by Mrs. Hooch, he was severely scolded again, and he was punished not to use a broomstick for the rest of the course, and could only watch others fly.As Harry who saved Neville, Mrs. Hooch wanted to reprimand him for throwing the broom as a javelin, but since Neville was not injured and Harry's broom was broken in two, Madam Hooch took advantage of the situation. Ask Harry to accompany Neville to watch others fly as punishment for him.

The other students started to deal with their brooms again. Neville, whose broom was flying, and Harry, whose broom was broken, went together to retrieve Neville's broom.

Neville was much taller than Harry, and he walked silently behind him, staring at the back of his head wondering what he was thinking.It wasn't until Harry spoke that he recovered.

"Are you okay just now?" Harry raised his glasses slightly, his tone was flat, but Neville could feel that he was concerned about himself.

"Oh, it's okay... er no, I mean fine, I'm fine..." Neville was so nervous that he almost bit his tongue.

"That's good." Harry didn't say much, and after uttering just a few words, he looked like he didn't intend to speak.

"Um...thank you, Harry...may I call you Harry?" Neville hesitated for a long time before opening his mouth carefully.He was very impressed with Harry, and Neville had been thankful to him ever since he found his toad on the train, but was always too shy to talk to him.

"Well, classmates should help each other." Harry readily accepted the thank you, "You can just call me Harry."

"Alright Harry." The corners of Neville's mouth raised involuntarily, obviously very happy with his victory in the first battle.However, this was also his limit. Harry didn't take the initiative to speak along the way, and he didn't know whether to open his mouth to try to chat again. What if Harry felt bored?

While heaven and man were fighting in their hearts, Harry suddenly stopped in front of him, and Neville bumped into Harry's back before he had time to react.

"Yes... I can't afford to lose it!" Neville apologized quickly, his tongue almost tied in a panic.But Harry didn't reply, he just looked up at something seriously, his eyes followed the other person's line of sight, and he couldn't see anything except the branches.

"Harry, what are you looking at?"

"The flight path of the broomstick."

"...What?" Neville felt that he couldn't understand.Harry didn't answer, turned around in silence, and continued walking in the other direction, until Neville saw the broom hanging from a low branch in the distance and suddenly realized what Harry was doing just now - what he had just done ?

Neville's broom was very restless, even when it was not in use, it would move it from time to time to show its presence.When the two of them returned to the venue of the flying class together, most of the students had successfully ridden their brooms in circles in the sky.Seeing the two people coming back, Ron immediately controlled the broom to fly to Neville and Harry, and circled them a few times.

"Harry Neville, look!" Ron said, flicking his tail in the air with some bumps in a half-show off, and then stopped on the spot.

"That's amazing!" Neville praised sincerely, his eyes full of envy.

"Your skills are useless now." Hermione's voice suddenly sounded from the side, and the three boys immediately turned their heads to see that the little witch was sitting upright on the broom, hovering in the low air.

"Why can't it be used? If you're about to hit something, you must put on the brakes!" Ron objected. He didn't like Hermione very much. She was a bit mean and arrogant, and felt that she was very good at everything.Hermione came to criticize, and he naturally refuted it back.

"Besides Quidditch, what other situation would make you fly so fast? You need an 'emergency' brake?" Hermione rolled her eyes a little, and said the word "emergency" very emphatically, as if she heard some joke.

"I will definitely play Quidditch in the future, and I will join the academy team!" Ron snorted unhappily, "A wizard who doesn't play Quidditch is still a wizard?"

"Not everyone likes that kind of violent game." Hermione still had a reason. Just when Ron felt that he was about to lose and was going to ask Harry for help, a group of students not far away suddenly gathered Together, something seems to have happened.

"What's the matter?" After the four people came together one after another, Ron stretched his neck trying to see what was going on inside, when he heard Neville's whispered exclamation behind him.

"My memory ball!" With his height, Neville could easily see what was going on inside. He quickly touched his pocket, and it was indeed empty.

Draco held a transparent glass ball in his hand, which was filled with red smoke. As a child who grew up in a wizarding family, Draco naturally knew what this represented, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitched.

"Which fool doesn't take good care of his own things?" He held up the memory ball and sneered, "Oh, it turned red, maybe that unlucky guy has forgotten that he still has a memory ball, maybe I can put it in my memory ball." As a collection on the shelf, even though it looks useless."

"Come back, Malfoy!" Ron squeezed into the crowd with a dissatisfied face, his eyes met Draco's, "That's Neville's memory ball!"

"Isn't this the Weasley family's red-haired weasel?" Draco casually weighed the memory ball in his hand, and said with a sneer, "Why should I return it? Whoever picks it up belongs to him."

As soon as Draco finished speaking, the surrounding Slytherins suddenly burst into laughter, and Ron's cheeks flushed with anger, wishing he could rush up and let Malfoy's haughty face eat him with two fists.

"Ron, forget it..." Neville stood in the crowd and wanted to reach out his hand to pull Ron back, but he missed the other's sleeve a few times, but made everyone's attention focus on him.Neville's hairs stood on end in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and grabbed Ron's sleeve. Ron was so angry that he threw it away without thinking, and took a few steps forward.

Seeing this, a group of Slytherin students took a step back subconsciously, Draco frowned immediately, and stopped playing with the memory ball, but raised the volume, "What's the matter, do you want to fight?"

"It depends on whether you dare or not!" Ron said as he was about to roll up his sleeves. Crabbe and Galton immediately stood in front of Draco. The two tall guys immediately put a lot of pressure on Ron.

"Hmph, don't you dare?" Draco sneered as he watched Ron being intimidated by his two followers, feeling complacent.

"People who hide behind others have no right to speak!" Ron sprayed back without hesitation.

"Draco." At this moment, a flat voice suddenly broke the atmosphere of the Shura field, and the victims turned their heads to see that Harry was standing aside expressionlessly, holding the broom that Neville left behind.

"Who allowed you to call me so close?" Draco pursed his mouth unwillingly, and his nose wrinkled immediately, "We're not friends yet, call me Malfoy, Potter."

"Sorry, Malfoy." Harry calmly apologized for calling the wrong name, and then said, "Give back the things to Neville."

"You think that being the Boy Who Lived is enough for you to be arrogant here?" Draco said as he glanced at the broom in Harry's hand, suddenly thinking about it.

"If you want to go back, dare you compare me with a broom?" Draco weighed the memory ball in his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of his robe, as if if you don't compare with me, I will not return it to you.

"So that's it, just a game, right?" Harry said, adjusted his glasses, and dragged the broom in his hand to him.

"If you catch me, I'll pay you back!" Draco said, he couldn't wait to get on his broom and soared into the sky.

"Harry, are you crazy?!" Ron was surprised to see that Harry was about to go to the sky, and quickly stopped him, "You haven't even flown, how could you catch him?"

"Leave it to me." Harry glanced at Ron and Neville with sharp eyes. As soon as he stepped on the broom, the restless wood immediately stirred up, twisting from side to side, making him unable to sit still.He got off the broom silently, put its tail on the ground, stepped on the big branch that tied the broom tail with both feet, held the other end with both hands, stood upright on the broom, and the broom was quiet now .

So the surrounding Gryffindors and Slytherins stared dumbfounded as Harry took to the sky in a flying posture they had never seen before.

Draco, who had already rushed into the sky, turned around under the control of the broom, and saw Harry flying towards him solemnly on the broom. The speed was not slow, and he almost fell off the broom in fright.

"Ron, Harry..." Hermione stared blankly at Harry's figure, and moved closer to Ron, "Is he still normal?"

"Good question, I don't know either."

The author has something to say: updated _(:з」∠)_ by the way, I revised the previous wording, if you have read it, you don’t need to read it again (*￣︶￣)y

Harry stomped on the broom—

Gryffindors: Damn Σ(°△°|||)︴ seems to have got a new flying posture...

Slytherin: Damn Σ(°△°|||)︴Gryffindor is so high...

Broom: Damn Σ(°△°|||)︴I have nothing to say...

Ron: Why don't you go to heaven? (manual bye)

Hermione: Ron, he's actually gone to heaven.

Ron: Which side are you on (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻?

I am also very good at writing a chapter of a flight lesson 233333

Two days on the weekend, I was too busy to fly to QHQ, but fortunately, the text is not serious_(:з」∠)_

☆, the concept of a master

The flying lesson was a few days ago, and apart from Harry being seen and reprimanded by Professor McGonagall, there is nothing worth remembering - oh, if you count Harry's heroic snatching of Neville's memory ball back , and make Malfoy look ugly, it is really worth remembering.

However, his thoughts came back to his eyes, and the upcoming Potions class still made Ron very nervous, especially after hearing that the Potions class professor was terrible. .

As soon as he stepped into the basement classroom, a cold feeling came over his face, and Ron couldn't help shivering.There was still some time before class started, but they didn't come too early, and Hermione Granger's fluffy hair could be seen from a distance from the door, her head was moving, and she couldn't see what she was doing at all .

Harry adjusted his glasses and glanced to another corner of the classroom, where his light blond hair was very conspicuous.Before he could observe the other students any more, he was dragged by Ron's arm to Hermione's seat, where there were still two vacant seats.

"Hey." Hermione raised her head and saw two boys squeezed sideways into the seat, gathered a large book that had been spread out, and greeted them.

"Good afternoon." Harry replied politely, and Ron just smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and said nothing - he still didn't like Granger.

As soon as Harry sat down, he opened the book in his hand and read it quietly.Ron glanced at it and realized that it was the moving picture book he had read on the train, but how could he have read it for so long?Hermione leaned over and took a look curiously, seeing that it was a picture book, she pouted her lips immediately.

"What are you looking at, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Owl Illustrated Book." Harry said, showing her the cover, which showed several owls of different breeds, all of which turned their heads to look in the reader's direction, giving people the illusion of being stared at inexplicably.

"Then I won't bother you," Hermione suddenly lost interest. She thought Harry was also a studious and hardworking student, and she admired him a lot, but to be honest, she was a little disappointed. "I still have to preview."

"That's why I don't like her," Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

Before Harry could respond, the door of the classroom was pushed open, and Professor Snape, dressed in black, strode towards the podium, warning the students to stop their sloppy attitude and sit upright for class.In two or three steps, he stepped onto the podium and stood still, holding the roster in his hand, and coldly read the names of the students.The sharp eyes scanned all the students unkindly, and stopped when they passed Harry.

"Oh, yes," Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, which made him look sharper, "the famous one - Harry Potter. He has had a lot of limelight since the beginning of school, just like your stupid and arrogant Father is exactly the same."

Ron clenched his fists in anger, but Harry adjusted his glasses without any response, looking a little indifferent.

After Snape finished the roll call, he put the roster on the podium, looked at the group of radish heads with a disgusted expression, and frowned, which made his big nose look more abrupt on his face.

"You have come here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of potion preparation." Snape said in a low voice, and his love for the subject of potion could be heard between the lines, but if it is mixed with venom , not very flattering, especially when Professor Snape pointedly said that they were fools.

But I have to say that the deterrent effect on the students is still very strong. Except for Hermione who corrected, the other students tend to be too scared to speak.

"Potter!" Snape suddenly raised his voice, calling names directly, "What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?"

Harry, who was named, straightened his glasses seriously, ignored Ron's 'Merlin's blessing' look at him, stood up and said, "Is the daffodil root powder added to the wormwood infusion? It depends on the species. After all, there are as many as 70 known species of narcissus, not to mention more than 350 species of wormwood, but in terms of potion science, there is only one kind of narcissus that can be combined with wormwood infusion, and can be formulated A powerful sleeping pill, or 'water of life and death'. But I am very curious if we arrange and combine the varieties of narcissus and wormwood, will there be unexpected effects, and I wonder if the professor has any insights?"

There was a long silence in the classroom after Harry finished answering.Professor Snape's eyes were slightly wide open, but it still looked like he was squinting. All the students around him stared at Harry dumbfounded. Hermione sat beside him, staring at Harry with eyes full of admiration. .Only Ron covered his eyes with one hand with an expression of 'I'm used to it', and sat aside without saying anything.

"...sit down." Snape's eyes could be said to be fierce, as if he wanted to take away all the Gryffindor gems, "Put away your useless curiosity, maybe you can still have time Have a few more days before you get killed by your own stupidity. Five points from Gryffindor for wasting everyone's class time with your insane curiosity."

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry's direct and sincere apology caused Snape to stab Harry with his piercing gaze again, and then looked away violently.

After the course actually started, Ron realized that it was obvious that Professor Snape was targeting all students, even most of the Slytherin students.Of course, when he saw that Hermione was also being taught a lesson, he actually gloated a little.

"Mr. Weasley, if you brought your useless brain, let it curl up on your neck and don't look around. Or are you good enough to have finished your own potion? If so, I I don't mind asking you to leave my classroom now."

Ron, who was being scolded, immediately buried his head on the table, looking seriously studying his notes.Harry was handling the ingredients for the potion, looking as comfortable as he used to eat, if only the ingredients didn't look so disgusting.

"Harry, what did you do?" Ron, who had just returned from his desertion, glanced at their cauldron and gave up thinking.

"I'm grinding snake teeth to powder," Harry said, looking up at the goo in the cauldron. "I'll add the snake teeth powder in about thirty seconds."

"Oh, oh..." Ron looked half-understood, looked down at his notes, and found that he didn't know what he wrote at the beginning, and scratched his hair angrily.

Snape praised Malfoy's method for making Ron upset. Obviously Malfoy was almost finished with the potion, and Harry was still grinding the snake's tooth powder in a leisurely manner.

"Hey Harry, need a stir?" Ron poked Harry's arm lightly, wanting to be helpful.

Unexpectedly, when Harry raised his head, his beautiful eyes suddenly opened wide, and he grabbed Ron's sleeve and pulled it in his direction, almost throwing himself into Harry's arms.But at the critical moment, Harry turned sideways suddenly, avoiding the two of them colliding into a ball, and incidentally gave him a strong one-handed support.

Hearing a creepy sound behind him, Ron turned his head and saw that the cauldrons of Neville's group were frantically bubbling out, and getting more and more full, as if they were about to explode.A sudden gust of wind swept past his ears, and before he could turn his head, his face was covered by a piece of black robe.

As soon as the black robe touched and left, Ron quickly regained his vision.He found that Harry had already rushed to Neville's side, took off the robe on his body, grabbed the center with one hand, and began to swing it wildly, the robe quickly changed from a strip to a flat shape, looking like a Umbrella over Neville's cauldron.

"Secret technique Indian flying cake." Harry said this seriously, and the students who were nervous around were stunned.

"What?!" Ron blurted out subconsciously, feeling very fresh about hearing Harry's inexplicable speech for the first time-yes, he was no longer surprised by Harry's behavior.

Immediately afterwards, the cauldron on the table exploded, and all the splashed potion was blocked by Harry's robe. The cauldron was burned into an unknown mass, and several holes were burned even on the table.Harry quickly gave up his robe, threw it on the cauldron, and dragged Neville away from the danger zone.

"Fool!" Snape flicked his wand, and the remains of the cauldron on the table disappeared together with Harry's robe, leaving only the table with holes and scars.Striding to the side of Harry and Neville, he gave Neville a fierce look, and by the way even Harry next to him also gave him a look.

"You must have added the porcupine quills without removing the cauldron from the fire?"