[HP] Guardian

In the early morning of the next day, under the watchful eyes of others, Harry started his freshman life again.He has already been familiar with the castle, and he took Ron through it to avoid the harassment of Peeves, and entered the classroom on time every day to be a good student, even Filch and his Mrs. Norris couldn't catch it. Wrong place.

Astronomy on Wednesday nights, herbalism three times a week, monotonous history of magic, spells class to relearn new ones, thinking about the transfiguration class that can catch false mice on the spot, oh!If you want to ask why Harry is only thinking about it, it must be Creaver who made his face darker and darker. He disappeared without a trace after the opening ceremony, which is really annoying.A certain fake mouse was saved countless times by the guardian beast of his academy without knowing it.As for the fact that Rocky's Defense Against the Dark Arts had turned it into a joke, Harry complained to himself, and Rocky's garlic smell was not afraid to smoke his master to death.

This Friday, Harry returned to Hagrid's invitation with a sigh of relief. There will be two classes of Potions in the morning. Dron thought he had another headache.

The Potions classroom was as cold as ever, and Harry propped his chin up to calmly analyze his performance this week.The first-year class is to guide students into the role of wizards, so it is quite easy for him, but he needs to pretend that he has never been exposed to magic. In addition, hard-working children are always loved by professors, um...he has a A good reference character, imitating the earnestness of the little lioness, Harry quickly became another synonym for a good student in the eyes of the professors.Of course... there are exceptions, right?

"You have come here to learn the delicate science and exacting craft of potion-making. Since there are no foolish wands waving here, many of you will not believe it is magic. I do not expect you to really grasp The beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron is emitting white smoke and bursts of fragrance. You will not really understand the magical power of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts sway and their wills blurred...I can teach you how to improve Prestige, brewing glory, even preventing death... But there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid fools I often encounter." The voice is as elegant as a cello, if this voice is not embarrassing yourself.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, "if I add powdered daffodil root to an infusion of wormwood what will I get?"

"It's formulated as a powerful sleeping pill, which is a dose of the Water of Death. Professor." Harry, who was still immersed in his memories after reading the "Advanced Potion Making" countless times, answered his question reflexively.

Snape raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised that he could answer. He walked down from the podium, his black cloak curled up in waves, and slowly approached Harry's desk.

"So, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" Snape moved the stool and sat across from Harry, as if to prevent him from cheating, but Harry knew he was watching He... oh!No, it was his mother's eyes. Harry felt a little sad inside. He knew that Snape protected him because of his mother, and hated him because of his father. Perhaps Snape never saw himself in his eyes.

"Bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a cow, and it is an antidote." He once used bezoar to save Ron who was poisoned, and he was very impressed by it.

"Oh! It seems that the famous savior still has some skills...Then tell me what is the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfsbane aconitum." He forced himself to look into these indifferent eyes, always feeling that it was difficult for him to keep his promise , this greasy old bat can always make people sick with the most sarcastic words.

"They are the same plant, collectively called aconite." Harry gritted his teeth and provoked himself into a rage, and Snape could only provoke his temper after so many years of self-cultivation.

"What is the mixture of chopped Imperata root, goose orchid pollen and laurel essence?" Come on... Harry lowered his eyes, in case Snape asked all the knowledge of the seventh grade, he remembered Dumbledore's usual Tricks.

"Sorry Professor, I didn't see this in the book." He pursed his lips in a low and sad voice, and blinked at Snape with innocent green eyes.Snape shook his body slightly, his mouth slightly opened in disbelief, but quickly recovered his usual expressionless face, he got up and walked back to the podium, and then spoke again in silence.

"It's true that it wasn't mentioned in the textbooks for the lower grades. Imperata root is chopped and added with goose orchid powder and laurel essence. It can make a euphoric potion and make people happy, understand? You haven't written it down yet." Snape avoided Lee's gaze, as if the person who forced the question just now was not him.Harry let out a breath, thanking Dumbledore for not giving him his first penalty in Potions.

The Potions class continued, and Malfoy still got Snape's preference, but he still didn't have the talent for potions. Fortunately, because of the protection of the many spells, he was not given to him by the broken "Advanced Potion Making". He helped a lot, but he couldn't make potions according to the wonderful method in the book, because Snape's excellent observation skills would definitely find something, so he disguised himself as a well-behaved student, who was almost as good as Hermione. OK.

Hmm... Neville is frying the pot again, still under Harry's stop, the porcupine quill still fell into it with a shake of his hand, Snape angrily ordered Seamus to send Neville to the medical room, and glared at the cute and innocent Haha Leigh took a look, and deducted five points from Gryffindor on the grounds that Neville was not serious in class and Ron did not prevent his classmates from committing stupidity.

After class, a group of people crawled out of the dungeon in fear. Ron complained angrily about Snape's partiality. Harry invited him to join Hagrid's afternoon tea in order to comfort his angry mood.

In the afternoon, he and Ron showed up at Hagrid's cabin on time. The black hound Yaya, which looked huge but was smaller than a chicken, was still there. When Yaya passed away, Hagrid couldn't eat and was sad for a month.

They gnawed on rock pies and chatted, Ron and Hagrid complained about Snape's torture, Harry grinned viciously, and opened the "Daily Prophet" published Gringotts incident, but this time Harry didn't ask anything, just pointed to the newspaper, and finished the afternoon tea under Hagrid's evasive gaze.

The days passed quickly, and Malfoy was careful about his pretentious mystery, but he was not so friendly to other Gryffindors, especially Neville, who had repeatedly made a fool of himself, and had become his regular target of finding fault.That day, the memory ball sent by Grandma Neville was targeted by him again. Fortunately, McGonagall saved him from the siege.

But in the flying lesson in the afternoon, Neville was not so lucky. The flying broom and Snape were the child's natural enemies.Harry remembered that Neville broke his hand in the first flying lesson, which led to the memory ball being picked up by Malfoy, and then he helped Neville snatch it, so that McGonagall picked him at a glance and became the youngest seeker of Gryffindor. golfer.But this time he didn't intend to show off the limelight. When Neville went up out of control, Harry suspended him in the air with a silent and wandless spell. Just as he was about to put him down, Neville jumped up again out of control. God.

Harry froze for a moment as someone interrupted him.He looked up and saw Craig lying on the grass basking in the sun, he greeted Harry with his breath and raised his paw, just when Harry didn't understand what he was doing, Neville fell from the sky down.

"Broken wrist, okay, kid... It's okay, you get up." Mrs. Hooch turned to the rest of the class and said, "I'm taking this kid to the hospital, and none of you are allowed to move! Put the broomstick back where it was, or else If you don't have time to say 'Quidditch', you will be kicked out of the Hogwarts gate. Come on, dear." Poor Neville grabbed his wrist and limped after Mrs. Hooch Medical room.

Gryffindor quarreled with the Slytherin people again. Malfoy picked up the memory ball he was thinking about. Harry looked at Criver and saw him pointing at Malfoy with his paw. Harry He let out a sigh of relief, and stepped forward to argue with Malfoy. Malfoy was obviously still a little afraid of him. In front of him, Malfoy loosened his hand in shock, and the memory ball fell straight down.This was much more exciting than chasing the Snitch. Harry rolled his eyes, leaned his broom forward and dived straight down, barely catching the memory ball before landing, oh!Stimulate!He wiped his hair and turned his head in McGonagall's anger.

"It's not his fault, Professor..." Parvati Patil anxiously explained to McGonagall.

"Shut up, Miss Patil..." Although he was already familiar with the development of the matter, Harry shrank his head under McGonagall's anger, it was too scary.

"But Malfoy..." Ron was anxious to death, it was obviously Malfoy who provoked it, so why blame his brother.

"Stop talking, Mr. Weasley. Well, Potter, come with me." Under the triumphant eyes of the three Malfoys, Harry gave Ron a comforting gesture, then turned to Malfoy and revealed a mysterious expression. He laughed so frightened that Malfoy lost all blood, oh!He doesn't seem to have the blood thing all the time, like a vampire, Harry thought sarcastically.

McGonagall led him swiftly to the Charms classroom, pitying Harry's short legs, he ran wildly all the way to keep up. Although he was much taller than before, he was still not tall, and his goal was to be like Sirius. , he would never allow himself to be as short as before, after all, he did not go hungry this time in his miserable childhood, he comforted himself like this.

Wood was taken out of the classroom with a dazed look on his face, and he was ecstatic until McGonagall explained Harry's situation to him. He had a hunch that their Seeker would bring them victory.

"He's the right size for a Seeker, lithe...quick...we've got to get him a decent broom prof...I see, just a Nimbus 2000 or a Sweeper" Are you calling me short?Wood?Harry maintained a gentle smile, and Wood was still excited, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been stabbed all over his body.

"I'm going to talk to Professor Dumbledore to see if we can make an exception for the use of first-years. Indeed, we need a better Quidditch team than last year. The Slytherins were beaten badly last time, I won't see Snape face to face for weeks... I want to hear you're training hard, Potter, or I'll change my mind and punish you" Oh!They won't have a chance to win again, don't worry professor, Harry nodded obediently.

"Your father would be proud of you, he used to be a good Quidditch player" Well...I've always made him proud, haven't I?Harry thought confidently.

During the dinner time, the worried Ron was calmed down. Harry explained McGonagall's decision. Ron looked disbelieving, but nodded at his request to keep it secret.Fred and George came over to say hello to their new Seekers, and told them about the secret passage, and Harry remembered the Marauders Map, which he remembered the twins had given him in third year, where he had set out to rescue Sirius. A lot of power, but he couldn't remember what they said at that time, and he didn't know if the map was still in their hands.

But to Harry's surprise, Malfoy didn't take the opportunity to come over to provoke him. Could it be that he was too scared by him?Alas... Trouble... He and Ron haven't had much contact with Hermione, and the Philosopher's Stone has not made any progress. He is looking forward to the return of the Invisibility Cloak, after all, many bad things need its help...

This day and night, Harry took everyone in the dormitory to sleep soundly, and walked down the stairs lightly. He wanted to find a place to call Creaver out to ask for clarification.

"Are you all right today?" There were still some embers flickering in the fireplace of the Gryffindor common room, and the armchairs seemed to have turned into dark shadows.He had just descended the last flight of stairs when he heard someone talking in the nearest chair, a light flickered on, and a lioness in a pink nightgown looked at him.

"I was going to grab your broom, but you were too fast..." Hermione shook her shoulders and looked helpless. Seeing his relaxed appearance, she guessed that it was nothing serious, and Gryffindor's hourglass No points were deducted, she was just a little curious about what Harry's punishment was and whether it would affect the Academy Cup.

"It's okay...uh...Professor McGonagall just asked me to join the Quidditch training, um...you have to keep this a secret." Hermione has always been very concerned about the college, and Harry pretended to be very sensible, the little lioness was relieved, and naturally Not talking nonsense, she nodded and said good night to Harry, and went to bed.

He was the only one left in the common room. He checked around to make sure there was no one there, and then called Creaver in a low voice again. This time, the golden lion lay on the carpet just as he finished speaking, er... he He seemed to have fallen asleep. He was very displeased with Harry's summoning. He raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then yawned with his mouth wide open.

"Oh! I'm sorry I seem to disturb your rest, but I need to know what's going on." The golden lion stretched out its front limbs lazily and beckoned at him. Harry took a few steps forward, but he didn't want the golden lion's paw It was patted on his leg, and Harry disappeared in a flash of golden light, and Criver rubbed his face on the carpet with a whistling sound in his throat, as if saying that the heir of Gryffindor was as annoying as he was.

"Oh! You're here." Hearing Gryffindor's voice again, Harry was furious.

"I'm sorry, I wanted you to save the last heir of Salazar and let him die after he recognizes his master. Who knows that Rowena's things are malfunctioning...ha...haha..." Gryffindor held a Broken machine, forced to explain his stupidity, shrank his head in embarrassment under Harry's stare.

"So how do we solve it now? Can we go back?" Only the sword is still on the table among the four collections, and the other three seem to have returned to the place where they should be in the present time and space. Gryffindor called him over Sit, he chose the Ravenclaw chair and sat across from Gryffindor.

"Um... I don't know much about Rowena, but I guess... I can't go back." Harry seemed relieved when he heard what he said. If he can't go back, does it mean that he can start over? .

"Oh! Don't even think about it. That's why I asked Creaver to prevent you from changing your destiny. Although I don't know much about Rowena's space-time instrument, changing your destiny is not a good thing. You have to know that space-time has its own The law, the time and space of a destiny change will be filled with another one, the more you change, the greater the dislocation of your destiny, you can't afford this price, and I remind you, pay attention to your own personal safety, if you die in this time and space , then all the imprints of your existence in this world will be erased. Remember that we are just bystanders in this world. Don’t make unnecessary changes. After I have studied what to do, I will let Creaver bring you here. Then my heir, I wish you good luck!" Gryffindor sent him out of the conference room after warning him, and Harry quietly rolled into bed in the deserted night, unable to change... let him watch them one by one again die?No...he can't!He must find a way.

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The first grade will be similar to the original book, the second grade will try to change, and when the dog dad comes out, Harry will be ready to cheat!