Chapter 8 Who is that oily kelp?

The long table belonging to Gryffindor burst into cheers.

"We have Potter!"

"We have Potter!"

The enrollment of the Savior has always been of great concern to the young wizards at Hogwarts - each of them has a different idea of ​​the Savior.

But without exception, Harry should not be what he is now - thin, pitiful, only his imposing manner stands out against the backdrop of those cat eyes.

The savior should be somewhat legendary.

Outstanding students from every academy have tried to find the inheritance of the Big Four.

Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's golden cup...

Lion Court is no exception.

"Unless it's time to ascend the throne."

Is it the professor next to you?

"Who is that person talking to Professor Snape?" After knowing that Snape taught Potions class, Harry felt a little more fond of him - even if his eyes were malicious, Vesemir had taught him

Sometimes, malice can be much greater than mere sight.

And he and Snape have looked at each other many times.

"Oh? Your eyes are so handsome." Ron shook his head.

As he spoke, he raised his hand and touched his face: "I hate my appearance, especially my eyes."

"You're right." Harry said with a smile, "He doesn't like me, and he hates me..."

From the teacher's desk, there was a louder and more unconcealed sneer.

Snape snorted, looked away first, and started talking to the professor next to him.

"Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore glanced at the kelp-oiled man before he calmed down and moved his head away.

Percy was a good student, and he recognized what kind of potion it was at a glance: "Forgetting Potion, Harry, did you try to prepare it yourself?"

"Don't be mean." The same red-haired boy looked more serious than the twins. "They are the most naughty troublemakers in Hogwarts. There is no need to take their words too seriously."

Who would have thought that the Sword of Gryffindor was hidden in the Sorting Hat.

No matter how daring the little lion is, he will not wander into the principal's office at night and give away his life for free.

Harry nodded: "Oh, okay, for your sake."

A fist slammed down hard.

This is the first time.

"Potion?"

Professor McGonagall coughed twice: "Okay, let's continue with the sorting. The next one...let me see..."

"You are the great lion king."

Harry nodded, still looking at Snape.

"Oh, Harry." Dumbledore looked at him happily, "Why don't you go to the dormitory and come find me?"

The two twin boys, who had the same red hair and pockmarked faces as Ron, winked at Harry and said, "The sorting ceremony is so popular."

The Sorting Hat wanted to jump up and hit Harry on the head: "Can a stick be the same as a sword? You haven't passed the test yet. This sword doesn't belong to you now."

Fred wanted to continue playing tricks, and Ron pulled his brother's hair - with a hint of revenge, he began to preach about Harry's victory on the train.

"I still remember the scene when you presided over the sorting."

They are most passionate about finding the legendary Sword of Gryffindor, but they have never heard of anyone discovering Gryffindor's secret treasure.

The breath of magic finally settled down, submerged into the body, and was closely connected with the castle.

Ron muttered: "You don't feel like Professor Snape likes you very much, Harry?"

The man in black robe, with oily hair and kelp hair, looked directly at him, his eyes full of disgust.

The sound of "Prefect Weasley" made Percy a little confused.

"I have to go see Principal Dumbledore and tell him something."

"We never thought about it!"

until today--

"Oh, Principal Dumbledore." Percy suddenly understood, nodded, and agreed, "Okay, then remember, the password for the dormitory is dragon scum."

Snape?

Malicious eyes cannot hurt others, and I didn't feel any magic being used against me just now.

Percy lowered his head and lowered his voice, fearing that it would be heard at the teacher's desk: "That professor is the dean of Slytherin House and is responsible for teaching the Potions class. He has always disliked us Gryffindors."

The sorting is over and dinner is finished.

Are there any professors at Hogwarts called this?

He followed Harry's gaze and looked at Snape in the same way.

McGonagall helped: "Yes, Mr. Potter, the Sword of Gryffindor does not belong to you."

Fred continued: "That's right, the lion king should have a pair of lion eyes!"

Professor McGonagall was startled.

"Well, I tried it before school started and it worked pretty well." Harry nodded.

Punch a child.

"Has our Lion King started refining the potion to reward his warriors?"

Next to the old man, there was Professor Snape, the oily-headed kelp man.

"Professor Quirrell," Percy introduced, "He was the Professor of Muggle Studies last year, and he became the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts only this year."

"You still have seven years, which is enough for you to find a way to truly own this sword." Dumbledore said with a smile on his lips, "Isn't it, Mr. Gryffindor, born little one?"

Harry leaned over and said, "Prefect Weasley, I have to leave for a while."

Harry turned back three times and walked to the Gryffindor table.

It can even follow the scent from East London to West London. Even the best hound cannot match the witcher.

Percy gave Harry a surprised look.

Harry nodded and smiled slightly: "Oh, he is really interesting."

The Sorting Hat breathed a sigh of relief: "I feel much more comfortable now. You can come to me when you are ready."

"Thank you for the compliment." Harry's face was full of sourness, and everyone around him looked uncomfortable. Harry's expression changed, and his tone was as emotionless as ever, "Forget it about the Lion King, I have no interest in that."

Directed the students to finish singing the school song.

The hat muttered: "Albus, you are also an old friend of mine."

Every witcher is an expert at tracking.

Fred and George stuck their heads out, looked at Crabbe and Goyle at the Slytherin table from a distance, compared their body shapes, and then calmed down docilely.

So, something irritated my scar?

Harry said softly and firmly: "Don't worry, I will find you."

Harry nodded towards them, expressed his gratitude, and walked towards the table with his silver sword in hand.

The twins were still playing tricks.

"He's just a young lion now..."

"Hello, Potter, I am the Gryffindor prefect, Percy Weasley."

Oolonghat Kopp?

"Okay, Harry." Principal Dumbledore said. He pushed up his glasses with a wonderful look in his eyes. "Hurry up and return the sword to this poor old hat. It is the only old friend it has."

"Oil-headed kelp!" The twins' eyes brightened, "What an outstanding title."

"You're great!" Harry was warmly welcomed as soon as he sat down.

"You won't be able to find your way." Another prefect said, making Percy's attitude gentle, "You just entered school, what can happen to you?"

"I can help you find a stick of similar size." Harry tried to bargain. It was hard to find a blacksmith in this world. He didn't want to let go of a master-level weapon that was also excellent in the world of witchers.

He raised his head and said: "Of course, solving problems for junior students is what a prefect should do."

Percy raised his hand: "Freshmen, come with me. I will take you to your dormitory."

"There is a portrait of the Fat Lady at the door. Just read the password to her."

When he looked at himself, the disgust became even stronger, almost overflowing in substance.
To be continued...