My Classmate at Hogwarts is Voldemort Chapter 169

Just a special discovery at night, Harry and Malfoy seem to have established a magical friendship.

At least until when he got up early the next morning, Harry found that little Malfoy was already dressed. When Harry woke up, he stretched out his hand awkwardly, his white ears were a little red: "You can call me Della Branch."

Before Harry could wear his glasses, he blinked the green cat's eyes twice and saw that little Malfoy's ears were redder.

"Draco, you can call me Harry."

"Harry." Little Malfoy took a deep breath and calmed down. "Since you are awake, maybe you would like to appear in the breakfast hall?"

Harry put on his glasses and changed his clothes quickly.

There are no classes today, and the only thing Harry has to do is go to Professor Snape and confine him. As for homework, he prefers to sit in the Ravenclaw tower at night, or leaning against the window at the end of the bedroom corridor to write.

To be honest, if it weren't for falling asleep and feeling someone staring at him, Harry would never get up so early anyway.

However, Harry agreed. ——Maybe this is what a friend should do? I don't know how friends get along, maybe it's similar to Dali. This is Harry's first friend.

When the two walked towards the restaurant together, they attracted a lot of Slytherin's attention.

"Why are you wearing those glasses?" Draco asked.

Harry pushed his glasses and whispered, "I'm used to it."

After all, his green eyes are a bit conspicuous, and as long as he wears a pair of oversized glasses, and then wears a little more ordinary, he will disappear into the crowd immediately.

No matter how they find them, they won't notice Harry easily.

"If you don't like it." Harry thought for a while, and added, "Then I won't take it." Friends always want to indulge a little? Anyway, there is no need to wear glasses now.

Draco froze for a moment, turning his face slightly, his ears red silently again.

Harry didn't realize there was something wrong with his words. He looked at Draco strangely and pointed out: "Draco, your ears are red."

"...No! You are wrong!" Draco retorted loudly.

"Wow! Look, our prince finally won the great savior." A tall man with brown skin suddenly appeared, still holding a pile of messy parchment in his hand.

"Hello, this is Bress Sabine." The tall man seemed to want to stretch out his hand, but it was a pity that he had too many things in his hand, and when he moved a little, it was all shaky.

Harry took off his glasses, carefully put them in his pocket, then looked at Sabine, and asked plainly, "Should I help?"

As if choked by Harry's reaction, Shabini glanced at Draco and quickly retreated: "No, thank you. I have something to do, let's go."

Draco ignored the weird Shabini, and he and Harry went to sit at the long Slytherin table in the restaurant. Obviously, Harry sat obediently next to Draco, which made him very satisfied.

Harry picked up a slice of butter bread and ate it silently. It was totally unaffected by those Slytherins' gazes.

"Good morning, my name is Pansy Parkinson." A girl with short black hair sitting on the other side of Draco smiled at Harry.

The platinum little nobleman is indeed an important figure in Slytherin.

The attitude of the Slytherins completely changed.

Harry thought, and smiled at the short-haired girl: "Good morning, I'm Harry Potter."

"My name is Theodorenot."

"My name is......"

The freshmen enrolled this year all raised a cup of black tea to Harry.

Harry responded with smiles one by one.

The lethality of Harry without the **** glasses went from one extreme to the other.

Especially the big emerald eyes bend a beautiful arc, when looking at you, you can even see the figure reflected in them, as if he was focused on you alone in the world.

——It can be seen from the students who are either stunned, blushing, or coughing dry.

Although only the freshmen were saying hello, Harry noticed that almost all the Slytherins present were watching here.

When the freshmen finally finished their introduction, Harry looked at the front of the long table intentionally or unintentionally. The chief at the front end of the long table, Krenris Wixon, held up the wine glass to Harry with a smile on his face.

Harry paused, then smiled cunningly. ——This smile, which Dalí called the most foul, once made Harry, an unwelcome autistic boy, kill all over the community.

The Chief's statement obviously surprised the Slytherins, but they adjusted their expressions quickly, at least softer when facing Harry.

Harry didn't want to know what the chief meant, as long as it was in his favor.

Feeling that it was meaningless to put on a smiling face, Harry quickly lowered his head bored and went to eat butter and bread on his own.

"You don't spread jam?" Draco had never seen a person eating like this.

Harry took the last piece of white bread in the small basket and put it in his mouth to chew, his voice was a little ambiguous because of his mouth: "Why spread the jam?"

"Stop, talk again after eating." Draco couldn't bear to stop.

Harry obediently ate the bread and patted the crumbs on his hands: "Why spread the jam?"

Draco resisted the urge to hold his forehead and sigh. In the past week, everyone has known that this savior does not have many noble table manners. However, he has always been quiet, and although he is not pleasing to the eye, he has not made any major mistakes.

However, Draco also noticed that Harry could simply eat every time he ate, either eating lettuce and desserts, or gnawing bread.

"Draco! So you are here." With a sweet female voice, Lanxue Lauren rushed over and hugged the platinum little nobleman's arm accurately.

Draco's face twisted for a while, he pushed Lan Xue hard, but failed again. I can only stare dullly at the laughing students around me.

Harry shook his hands clapping the crumbs, and quickly took it back, hiding it in the sleeve of the wizard's robe.

"Ha..." Draco wanted to go over the blue snow and continue talking to Harry. But he was blocked by Lan Xue's bright smile. Only vaguely saw the figure of Harry getting up and leaving.

Harry left the restaurant, walked alone in the hallway, lowered his head and muttered: [I really want to kill her. 】

[Hey, Harry. The female just went to the dean's office, but she didn't. 】

A little snake hidden on the mural spat at Harry.

[Harry, the female was out of the castle last night. 】

The little snake carved on the window flicked its tail.

[She went to the edge of the Forbidden Forest. ] A little green snake poked its head out the window, threw a word to Harry, and then retracted.

Harry had no choice but to thank these enthusiastic snakes and nod his head in gratitude.

He had never known that Hogwarts had so many serpentine decorations before. However, after the python named Hollis gave instructions, it seemed that all the snakes in Hogwarts had been active overnight. Including carvings that have never moved before.

Wherever Harry went, there was a snake hiding in the dark reporting the woman's whereabouts to him.

Maybe any place in Hogwarts has the logo of the four colleges.

Harry guessed, but it was obvious that the long and thin snakes were better to sculpt.

What surprised Harry even more was that outside the castle, snakes in the forest sometimes appeared. They can move freely without restriction, making it easier to track the woman.

Harry had nothing to do for a while, he only paused for a while, then turned to find Professor Snape and was locked up.

In fact, staying with Professor Snape made Harry feel much better.

There are always some people, so it is.

When he was ill-spoken and contemptuous, he could smile indifferently without paying attention to him. However, once he has a little kindness and warmth, he will be at a loss instead.

Snape protected Harry, but he had always teased him with a bit of nasty fun.

This is similar to the Dursleys' attitude towards Harry, and Harry does not admit that he feels kind!

The door of the dean's office was closed, and the guardian Medusa saw Harry with a cordial expression: [Little handsome guy, I finally saw you. That woman is here again today, but you should already know. 】

[Hello, Medusa. you're so beautiful. Harry has been dealing with snakes for many years, and he has also learned a bit of snake aesthetics. Medusa is obviously a beauty. However, seeing this, Harry thought of another one, [Can you ask? Who is Laura? 】

[Oh~ Laura. She is not as pretty as I am. You have to find this by yourself. This is our little game. ] Medusa cast a wink at Harry, [I went in to report, little handsome guy. 】

Laura is really a mysterious snake.

Harry had never seen this snake, but it seemed that all Hogwarts snakes knew her. Harry guessed that Laura was specifically communicating between snakes. However, it is unimaginable that a statue can reach anywhere in Hogwarts.

Even Holly knew it.

But when Harry asked, he mysteriously asked Harry to find it for himself, as if there was something unspeakable secret.

The door slammed open.

Harry took a step back in astonishment, and a black wall appeared in front of him. Lifting his head along the "wall", Harry looked at Snape in a daze.

From this angle, the cold face is more angular, and the half-length black hair slides down from the sides of the cheeks, showing a kind of pressure.

It's like a vampire.

Harry quietly took a step back.

"Mr. Potter, did you come just to stand at the door and froze like a troll?" Snape couldn't help frowning when he saw Harry, and snorted contemptuously from his nose.

"I came to confinement, Professor." Harry wanted to look up and give Snape a killer smile with those green eyes. However, after hesitating for a moment, he lowered his head honestly and gave the condescending Snape a black-haired messy head.

As if Harry's hair made Snape even more unhappy, he turned his body sideways and let Harry squeeze in carefully.

"Go and clean up the bucket of slugs." Snape raised his chin and motioned to the bucket of slippery bugs in the corner.

Harry grabbed a knife from a wooden table and squatted quietly in the corner of the wall, facing the bugs that smelled of rotten vegetable leaves. Without much hesitation, Harry reached out and grabbed a slug, slashed cleanly, cut off the worm's tail thorn, and made two more knives to remove a black line on the worm's back.

Snape stood by and watched, but the irony he had prepared had to swallow it back.

Harry's method is very standard, completely following the steps in the book. It was a bit jerky at first, but the more sophisticated and faster the technique goes later.

Although Harry had tried his best to control himself not to let the knife play tricks, he subconsciously made a feeling of flying a silver knife.

Snape sat aside, correcting the student's paper, while secretly paying attention to Harry in the corner.

Snape narrowed his eyes when he saw Harry subconsciously flip the knife halfway, but then turned it back covertly. He is finally sure now that this savior really has a problem.

Not only the proficiency of Harry using the sword technique, but also the strength of Harry's attack, are not something ordinary people can have. The slug was very slippery and difficult to catch, and Harry didn't slip at all when he caught the slug.

The slug's skin is very elastic, but the inside is full of water.

When handling, water will splash out if you are not careful.

But when Ha uses the knife, there is no waste. It can only show that his cutting force and speed are very accurate, and he has already dealt with it before the water splashed out.

A normal child. Would a normal kid who grew up in the Muggle world know how to use a knife?

When Snape saw the kid at the beginning of school, he knew something was wrong.

Even Dumbledore was taken aback, Harry was so skinny. It doesn't look like an eleven-year-old child at all. His face was unhealthyly pale, and he looked pitiful in his large wizard robe.

In the next week, Harry didn't seem to be a simple kid either.

He was placed in Slytherin, but rejected by Slytherin, sitting alone in the last row of the classroom every class. Very quiet, always bowed his head, not in contact with others.

But he listened very carefully to every lesson, and he never slept even in the history of magic lessons where everyone was drowsy.

Harry's homework has always been neat and tidy, and he can complete what he has learned excellently in every class. In the spell and transformation class, even better than Lily and Potter.

Harry was too calm, so calm that it was unpredictable.

I can't see the sadness of being rejected, the sadness of being made difficult, and the joy of being praised. Even being watched in the corridor and pointing, he can walk on his own as if he hadn't seen him.

Withdrawn, precocious, cold, lifeless, without a trace of childlike vigor.

Dumbledore was a little worried, and he began to wonder if his decision to put him in a Muggle relative's house was wrong.

Snape was more worried than Dumbledore.

Because when Snape was in the potions class, the moment he entered the classroom, he felt danger. And the source of danger was Harry who was sitting at the end.

Snape noticed that Harry's expression was dark at the time.

Snape didn't know what Harry was thinking of, but the depressive breath exuding Harry at that time made Snape, a former Death Eater, a little uncomfortable.

With this discovery, Snape didn't tell anyone that he wasn't sure if it was his illusion for a while.

But now Harry's performance undoubtedly aggravated Snape's worry.

Snape marked a big "p" on the last parchment, then put down the quill in his hand and got up and stood behind Harry.

Harry, who was squatting in the corner of the wall peeling the slug, paused for a moment, and then quickly resumed his movements.

The big hand fell silently.

Almost at the same time, Harry moved his body and turned sideways slightly.

The whole action was completed in an instant, and Snape's hand that was about to pat Harry on the shoulder fell blank.

Harry froze for a moment, he knew he had overreacted.

Snape's gaze moved down, and Harry followed his gaze, not surprisingly, seeing the silver knife he was holding in his backhand.

The small knife originally used to peel slugs was turned over in an instant, with the blade pointed at the back, and the next action was to accurately pierce the body of the visitor.

-This is obviously not a reassuring reflex.

Harry met Snape's gaze, annoyed. This cannot be blamed on him! Snape had just released a murderous aura, and Harry just turned the knife around, which was the lightest reaction.

——This **** old man definitely killed someone!

Harry thought angrily in his heart.

"Well, I think, I need to explain." After a long silence, Snape retracted his hand, raised his eyebrows, and said flatly. Can't see what he is thinking.

Harry threw the slime-stained knife into the bucket and stood up. He looked at Snape with a hint of anger in his heart. What could explain this?

You people are not optimistic about your savior, whose fault is it?

"There is nothing to explain, Professor." Harry said dryly. He repeatedly warned himself not to get angry. These people don't actually have much obligation to save him.

Snape frowned and looked at Harry condescendingly: "Potter, who do you think you are talking to?"

Harry looked at Snape quietly, without speaking.

Snape seemed to be angry. He took a deep breath, his voice lowered, becoming colder and oppressive: "Answer me, what is going on? Potter."

Harry remained stubbornly silent. He looked at Snape with those big green eyes, and for a moment thought Snape was about to do it.

"Very good! Very good." Harry's attitude clearly increased Snape's anger. He abruptly swallowed a foul language, patted his hand on the table beside him, making a loud noise, the ink in the corner of the table. The bottle fell with a bang and rolled to the ground, ink splashing everywhere.

Instead, Harry calmed down, the burning anger in his heart gradually extinguished.

——Never get angry with Aunt Petunia and uncle. Because they are the only people in the world who are still worried about you.

Harry lowered his eyes and no longer looked at Snape indifferently and hollowly as before.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry said softly.

Snape glanced at Harry with his head down, silent, as if trying to calm his anger. He didn't care about the ink bottle that was dripping on the floor, or he didn't notice it at all.

"Sorry? The great savior even knows the rare word sorry? Of course, the Golden Boy does not need to explain his glorious past to his professor who only teaches at Hogwarts. Then maybe he will be willing to meet the greatest of this century Great white wizard? That's the equivalent of his identity, isn't it?"

Harry's hands hidden in his sleeves squeezed, then let go. ——This old man's words are really hurtful.

When Aunt Petunia was the most angry ~www.mtlnovel.com~, she would not mention Harry's past when she scolded the most.

Well, for the sake of the old man's complete ignorance.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Harry whispered. He didn't look up, just stared at the pattern on the floor and slowly explained, "I do have a very glorious past. But I don't want to mention it."

"Also, if you want to know what is going on with me, you just need to ask my neighbor on Privet Road, don't you?"

bad! Still can't help but say it.

Harry pursed his lips nervously. Sure enough, I couldn't help but want to fight back.

The Dursleys neighbor is a weird old lady who likes to keep cats. Used to observe Harry's situation in the Muggle world all the time.

Harry had heard the stupid woman mention it when he was a child, and when he was at Hogwarts, Harry understood thoroughly that the man was a dumb gun.

Harry had also thought, since that old lady is from the wizarding world, why not report him back after he disappeared? Maybe people from the magical world will come to him.

But looking at Snape's appearance, I'm afraid they didn't even know that Harry had disappeared.

As for the reason why the old lady didn't report, in fact, I really thought about it. ——Because of being scared, the savior was thrown under his nose or something.

Snape's breathing stopped for a second, and then he quickly recovered his calm.

There was a long silence, and Snape's voice sounded: "Today's confinement ends here. Now, get out."

Harry glanced at the slugs that were still in the bucket, but he didn't speak sensibly and left quickly.

The door made a soft noise, and Medusa who was guarding the door hissed curiously. Harry ignored it.

I really look forward to their expressions when they finally know that.

The thought flashed through Harry's mind.

Chapter end