HP: At the beginning, I influenced Snape's childhood.

At the orientation dinner, I watched a bunch of stupid lions cheering below, which was not elegant at all. Just thinking about that annoying Potter who was going to enroll gave me a headache. With his father's ability to cause trouble, he would probably cause a lot of problems.

But thinking that Mo is also starting school today, I feel much better for some reason. It seems that he is still the least troublesome one.

I imagined Professor McGonagall leading the new little trolls in, just like every year. Mo's height is truly eye-catching; it's strange how fast he's grown in the last few years. He might catch up to me in a few years. (Stanford is too conservative; they only go up to third grade at most. Mo is definitely taller than you.)

As I watched the little guy look up at the starry sky formed by magic, I couldn't help but look up at the same starry sky that I had seen countless times before, without any composure.

Strange, did Dumbledore, that old bee, eat the wrong candy today? Why is the starry sky so vast and mesmerizing?

I finally managed to look away, wanting to catch a glimpse of the little boy I could spot in the crowd, but my damned peripheral vision caught sight of the even more despicable Potter. Well, I hadn't forgotten my mission to protect this little monster, so I'd better check on him first.

I have to admit, apart from the eyes being the same as Lily's, this Potter is almost identical to that damned old Potter. What bad luck! No, I'm even angrier now. Although I really want to take a closer look at those green eyes, at least to see the shadow of my old friend in them, my damned peripheral vision always catches that stinky face of the Potter family.

I can't take it anymore! I bet my face is so dark it could scare those little monsters down there to death, hmph. So, I had no choice but to follow my heart and look at Mo. To be honest, Mo is the cutest kid in the whole auditorium, hmm.

Actually, I wanted to see Mo, and also his clear and bright blue eyes. Yes, I seemed to have become familiar with that mesmerizing eye color without even realizing it, like the most precious magic potion in the world, making me want to get closer to him.

Unfortunately, the little guy looked elsewhere, and I felt inexplicably uncomfortable. Following his gaze, I thought, "Ugh, that damn idiot!"

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, yet I knew I didn't really understand why I was angry; I was just angry. So I turned my head and looked at the group of snakes sitting in Slytherin; at least there weren't any reckless lions among these trolls that made me feel so bad.

But... those little snakes looked at me like I was a monster! Ugh, I wanted to curse! Am I that scary? Well, isn't this exactly what I wanted? But seeing the way those children looked at me still made me feel a little sad.

What's wrong with me today? When did I become so concerned about what others think? Ha, even though I used to be seen as a heinous Death Eater in their eyes, I never felt bad about it. But today... I don't know what to do.

Okay, I lowered my head and stopped looking at anyone. Of course, no one bothered to look at this old bat anymore. But I did feel two gazes.

I ignored one of the gazes, immediately recognizing it as that stupid look from that damned Potter. Hmm, the other one must be Mo; I've gotten used to his gaze over the years.

(Harry: Professor, you know how to coax your love... ugh, you know how to put someone down, I'm really impressed. You wait, I'm getting a lawyer right now!)

In any case, the sorting process started despite my confusion, so now I could pretend to be watching the sorting.

Little Dragon lived up to his peacock father's expectations; the Sorting Hat hadn't even met him before he called out "Slytherin" in a hurry.

It seems that the Weasley's little monster is having a showdown with Draco. Well, tsk tsk. Look at that "wise" look in his eyes, and that quick sorting of houses. He's a purebred Gryffindor, always looking like he's going to cause trouble. Another day giving me a headache.

Harry got sorted too, thankfully he ended up in Gryffindor. I had a feeling he was sorted into Slytherin, but please, please don't, otherwise I won't have a way to deduct points. Yes, hurry up and join the lions' embrace! That little guy, Murray, is definitely going to Slytherin, but please don't make him stupid.

I'm a little nervous. Why hasn't the Sorting Hat sorted out the houses yet? Oh my god, even if I don't get into Slytherin, I hope I don't get into Gryffindor. Otherwise, I'll definitely check if the Sorting Hat is getting senile and give it a good cleaning.

Well, discretion is the better part of valor. Thank goodness it's not Gryffindor. But...why are there two houses? Alright, old bee, I'm talking to you! What are you looking at? Stop trying to smooth things over. Just leave the ink with me.

Professor Flitwick is easy to talk to. If he wants to spar next time, I can duel with him and give him some potions next time.

Seeing that little Mo go to my territory makes me inexplicably happy. Yeah, it feels so good to be in a good mood. Ugh~ I forgot I was supposed to sing. Whatever, I'll just slack off and do a half-hearted job!

...I want to curse. Damn it, how can this little guy, whom I wouldn't even dare to say a bad word about, tolerate being cursed by others? Nott's family, you wait, don't leave too soon, I'll teach you a lesson on how to behave.

Yes, the students I teach are great, but I still need to teach that mad dog a lesson.

Finally, it's time to eat, but the food here is as bad as ever. Oh well, I'll just eat a couple of bites. I glanced up at Mo without thinking, and he turned around as if by telepathy. Oh, Merlin, he actually wants to clink glasses with me. No, I have to hold back, I can't get too excited.

Actually, I think today's food was pretty good, much better than usual. Hmm, it must be those house-elves who improved it. (Hogwarts house-elves: No, I didn't! Waaah, don't talk nonsense!)

I knew it! Every time I'm in a good mood, someone has to mess with me. De! La! Co! Can you please stay away from me? You're so annoying!

I'm genuinely unhappy. Draco, don't be ridiculous.

Finally, this awful dinner is over. Mo went to Ravenclaw first. Okay, let's postpone today's freshman leader competition until tomorrow.

...Mo, see if I don't punish you for making me wait so long. Seeing how sincerely you're explaining, I won't pursue the matter further. You startled me; I thought I'd forgotten the child. I'd better slow down.

For some reason, I led him to my office door. To be honest, I still wanted to test him, and I did, but the result was the same as before.

I'm angry, not in a fake way. My heart aches a little. I should have known long ago that he wasn't Mo, but today I'm angrier than ever before. Maybe it's because he made eye contact with me so many times today, and I still think of him as Mo.

But there wasn't a single ripple in his eyes. Perhaps I was too close. He was such a radiant person, even more so than Lily had been. Everyone around him basked in his warm sunshine, and it wasn't just for me.

I should have stopped hoping long ago. I should have been content that light could shine into my darkness; I was greedy. That light that illuminated me will never return.

But I'm used to the darkness. Since it can't bring me into the light, I'd rather not subject my only self-respect to a slow, agonizing death in a place with only a sliver of light. I don't want to try again; I don't have the courage or patience for it.

I should stay as far away as possible; getting close will only hurt me. With that thought, I slammed the door shut, driven by anger and resentment, trying to separate myself from him and never have anything to do with him again.

I couldn't control myself and got up very early to watch him do his morning exercise, but he seemed to notice, so I left. I bumped into him before class, and how could I have been so clumsy? I was about to speak, but the words that came out were still so awful.

Well, that certainly pushed him away as I'd hoped. So when he became the First Head of the Slytherin Freshman Class that night, and a dual First Head of the Class in two houses, I still didn't show up, or even send someone to congratulate him on my behalf.

I want to avoid him, but Potions class is coming up soon, and I still can't avoid him. So... does my heart really want to hide?

Author's rambling: Okay, that's all for now from the perspective of the Stankov.

After listening to everyone's opinions yesterday, I'll write about the first option. There's another issue: the two first-graders definitely can't have a romantic relationship, but I'll still make sure to add some sweet moments.

The question is, should there be romance in second or third grade? I think you guys are getting impatient. I'm thinking that first graders should focus on moving past relationships before moving on, so please comment and let me know which grade you'd like the romance to start in. (There's no romance yet, so it's not considered puppy love; Xiao Mo and Si Jiao are both adults.)

I think this chapter might be a little bit out of character, but I don't think the heart of the Sichong should be so stagnant. At least not when it comes to Xiao Mo. He might be indifferent to others, but as long as it's about Xiao Mo, our Sichong will talk a lot.

Finally, I'm not quite sure how the book ratings are calculated, but it's always good for me if you guys leave more comments, hehe (｢･ω･)｢hehe.