Log In to The Old Man Ring At Hogwarts at the Start

The first class of the little wizards came to an end soon. Hermione said that the class experience was excellent, especially when she didn't understand, the cousin next to her could answer any questions for her.

The first day of school life for our Mr. Harry and Ronald was less interesting.

First, I got up late and rushed to class without even having breakfast, but I didn't expect to get lost on the road and ended up being late. Then he was reprimanded by Professor McGonagall again. In the Transfiguration class, he waved his wand for a long time without seeing any response from the match.

It can be said that life experience is very poor.

"Professor McGonagall is horrible, I feel like I can't breathe when I'm facing her," Ronald said.

"Who made you wake up so late, and you're late." Zicomo rolled his eyes.

Ronald: "Then no one woke us up."

Hermione: "Hmm, but I heard Seamus say he called you."

Ronald was surprised: "So it wasn't a dream!"

Harry also complained on the side: "Those stairs are changing all the time, and we are lost. We found our way to the classroom after we lost our best efforts, and if we didn't get lost, we wouldn't be late."

Hearing the word lost, Hermione looked at Zicomo subconsciously.

Zicomo also noticed Hermione's eyes, and he glared at Hermione, motioning her not to tell her that she was a lunatic.

Hermione wrinkled her nose and grimaced at him without saying yes or no.

"I remember the school should have posted a timetable for stair changes, haven't you read it?" Hermione asked.

Harry and Ronald both shook their heads.

Zicomo can only say that the two of them deserve it. Although he is crazy, he still went to see it. And he also memorized the rules,

So he still got lost. It's just a personal matter.

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Thus began life at Hogwarts.

Hermione lived a fulfilling day, either reading in the library or running to Zicomo's side to ask questions.

As for Zicomo? He had a great time.

Sometimes he wonders if he has returned to college life, the daily life of the classroom, the cafeteria, the dormitory, and the three-point and one-line life.

As a young wizard who has just entered the school, there are not many courses at ordinary times, only a few lessons a day. Even the whole Wednesday is free time.

He is either playing games every day, or playing games.

During the day, he was in the library with Hermione, and he played Plants vs. Zombies in class. Anyway, he had already learned all the knowledge of the first grade. At night, go to the junction to brush runes, and ask Teacher Selian to teach alchemy.

Living, eating, and dormitory hygiene are all solved by house elves. He even wondered if the wizards enslaved the house-elves because of this.

Leave the dirty work to the house-elves, and then you can concentrate on studying magic without being bothered by trivial things.

Harry and Ronald were also very happy, going to class every day, playing wizard chess in their spare time, or chatting in the lounge.

But soon the happy life of these two will be over, because the next class is Snape's Potions class.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Professor Snape, who was wearing a black robe, walked into the classroom in a hurry.

He strode forward, the wind blowing under his feet, the hem of his robe fluttering in the wind behind him.

It's a pity that a handsome middle-aged uncle has shiny and shiny hair because he doesn't wash his hair all the year round.

These days Zicomo has also seen the professor at the teacher's table, but every time he sees him, he is dressed in this outfit.

He had some doubts that the professor didn't even take a shower, and cleaned himself every day to solve the hygiene problem.

Or maybe all his clothes look like this. Shouldn't he wear it like this when he was in school?

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this potion preparation."

"Since there's no silly wand waving here, many of you won't believe it's magic."

"I don't expect you to really understand the beauty of that simmering cauldron with white smoke and bursts of fragrance, you don't really understand the fluid that flows into people's blood vessels, the kind of ecstasy and blurred will. Magical magic..."

"I can teach you how to increase your prestige, brew honor, and even prevent death—but there has to be one thing, and that is that you're not the idiots I've always encountered."

With Snape's unique tone, no matter how many times he listened to it, Zicomo thought it was cool.

Snape stepped onto the podium with a blank face, stopped talking, and glanced at the students present. Until he found Harry's figure.

He stared at Harry for a few seconds, then opened the roll and started taking rolls.

Snape's voice was low and indifferent, speaking slowly, as if nothing could cause his mood swings.

But it sounds a little bit ironic.

Finally, he read the name that made him care.

"Oh, yes." Snape paused. "Harry Potter, the famous savior."

When Draco heard his godfather's words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if mocking. Having been rejected by Harry, he started to hate everything that had to do with Harry.

"Mr. Potter! Tell me, please, what would happen if the rhizomes of the sunflower were added to the sap of the wormwood?"

Harry's face was bewildered.

What sun orchid, flower? Can flowers be used to make potions?

Wormwood, who has wormwood? Why is there even juice coming out?

He looked at Snape in confusion, but Hermione, who was sitting next to Zicomo, raised her hand high.

Zicomo admired the scene in front of him and pressed Hermione's hand down. Hermione didn't understand, but she didn't ask, she knew that cousin must have his intentions.

Looking at the two silent people in front of him, Zicomo was thinking, Harry was silent because he couldn't, and why didn't Snape continue talking?

Maybe seeing Harry's eyes like his mother's?

"Don't know? Then I'll ask you something else."

"If I need a bezoar, do you know where to find it?"

"I don't know, teacher." Harry was still confused.

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconite and the wolf poison aconite?"

"I don't know, teacher." Harry had already sensed that Professor Snape was only targeting him on purpose. Not really wanting to ask him questions.

"Unfortunately, obviously fame isn't enough." Snape taunted Harry, in effect reminding him not to get carried away by fame.

But because the tone was too bad, only Zicomo who knew the reason in the audience could hear Snape's implication.

Thinking that Harry still had a face that looked like James Potter, Snape couldn't hold back his hands, probably because of those same eyes as Lily's.

Just when Snape wanted to get close to Harry and take a closer look at Harry's eyes by telling Harry the answer.

He suddenly noticed that the young man next to Harry was staring blankly, straying in a daze.

Yes, that's exactly Zicomo. He was thinking about Snape's early deeds in a distracting way.

"Mr. Granger! Do you know the answers to these three questions?" Snape apparently knew Zicomo.

The teachers who listened to the class these days said that Gryffindor had produced two outstanding students, and Snape also knew about it.

Hearing Snape calling him, Zicomo was stunned at first, but he didn't expect to be affected by Chiyu. It seems that Potions class will be farther away from Harry in the future.

After he reacted, he opened his mouth and replied: "The rhizome of the sun orchid is added to the juice of wormwood to get the water of life and death, which is a powerful sleeping pill. The bezoar is in the stomach of the sheep. Aconitum niger and Aconitum vulgaris refer to the same species. Plants, they are collectively called aconite."

Zicomo finished speaking and smiled kindly at Snape.

To his surprise, Snape took his smile for provocation.

"Wandering in class, Gryffindor will deduct five points."

Zicomo's smile froze. As a ruthless man who did not take revenge overnight, even if he knew that he would lose his credits, he decided to give Snape a ruthless one.

He immediately said: "Professor Snape, the sun orchid is a type of lily, and its flower language is 'my regret follows you to the grave'. And wormwood also means 'absence' and 'bitter sorrow'. You mentioned Do these two plants have any meaning in this regard?"

Snape caught his breath and didn't answer.

"If you want to study the language of flowers, I suggest you go to the divination teacher. But this is my potions class, and I will deduct five points from Gryffindor for discussing topics that are not related to the class."

"Why don't you write down his previous answers, do you think your mushy brains have memorized it?"

Professor Snape looked around at the students under the stage, and turned on the poisonous tongue mode.

Zicomo no longer irritated Snape when he heard the words, and silently listened to Snape taunting Harry from time to time while lecturing, and deducted a few points for Gryffindor by the way. *