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

On Halloween morning, in Charms class, they learned the Levitation Charm, a spell Lin Mo had already used countless times beforehand. Unsurprisingly, Ron and Hermione started arguing, and the little girl ran away crying.

Watching Hermione's retreating figure, Lin Mo suddenly realized that he hadn't interacted with this most intelligent member of the original Night Wanderers trio much lately, and thought to himself that this troll incident should be considered a good start.

By noon, the Weasley twins had already drafted the contract. Lin Mo quickly skimmed through it; since it was written by the twins themselves, it looked rather immature. Lin Mo quickly signed his name and handed the two of them a bag that had been shrunk with a shrinking spell and was filled with Galleons.

The two hugged each other happily, then hugged Lin Mo again, and ran out like the wind. Lin Mo smiled, returned to his dormitory, packed some things for himself to use against the giant monster that night.

"Changfeng," Lin Mo said in his mind, "is there anything that provides one-time protection against physical attacks?"

"Yes, whichever you want. There are those that need to be carried around, those that can be put on your body with talismans, and those that can be cast with staffless magic," Changfeng replied.

"The last one, how many points?" Lin Mo asked. "50 points, for one defense against all levels of physical attacks," Chang Feng stated the number of points directly. Lin Mo bought it without hesitation. He had nowhere to use his points anyway, and if he didn't have enough, he could just ask Chang Feng for more. However, he had never done that before; it was Chang Feng who had told him to.

The banquet was held. The entire hall was brightly lit by candlelight, and all the students from the house were seated. Lin Mo looked at Snape in the professors' seat and cast a protective spell. Snape sensed the magic; the familiar magic immediately told him its source. He looked at Lin Mo with some doubt but without showing any emotion.

Their eyes met, and Lin Mo smiled faintly, not intending to explain anything. Snape didn't think much of it either. Anyway, he knew that Lin Mo wouldn't harm him. Even though he didn't trust anyone right now, he subconsciously excluded Lin Mo from the list of "anyone".

After the banquet began, almost everyone ate and chatted, but Lin Mo found something that made him feel full and devoured it at the speed he used to eat in his previous life. After all, he still had to fight a giant monster later, so he had to replenish his energy first.

Lin Mo had just finished his quick dinner and taken a couple of sips of his drink when the auditorium doors were suddenly pushed open. Quirrell, wearing his large headscarf, rushed in in a panic, almost tripping. Seeing this, Lin Mo thought to himself, "Old Voldemort should be given an Oscar; this second-generation Dark Lord stage play is quite rare."

Then Lin Mo saw the dragon roar... oh no, it was the little dragon screaming in panic. An exaggerated expression appeared on its little head, which was styled with hair gel; anyone who didn't know better would think it had encountered a giant monster.

Seeing Draco's strong reaction, Lin Mo patted his shoulder, pulled him down to sit, and put his arm around Draco, whispering... well, there was no need to whisper, as no one would notice them in such a chaotic situation: "Hermione hasn't come back yet. Harry and the others will definitely go looking for her later. I'll go too, otherwise those troublesome little trolls will definitely be scared."

Draco had recovered by then and looked at Lin Mo with a strange expression: "Mo, why are you starting to talk like the Godfather? Take me with you later, I want to go too, otherwise Harry..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the two of them understood each other perfectly.

Dumbledore, sitting on the professors' platform, quickly restored order, had everyone return with their respective prefects, and then left with several professors. The entire Great Hall was in chaos; no one noticed the children leaving, nor did anyone notice the silver needle Lin Mo flicked at Quirrell's head before leaving.

It's nothing serious, just some itching and pain. |ω・）

Lin Mo, holding Draco's hand, followed Harry and Ron out of the Great Hall. Under Harry's uncanny guidance, everyone seemed to be heading towards the girls' restrooms.

Author's ramblings: On the night before school started, I finished packing my schoolbag, which had lasted for two hours, around 9:40. There were three piles of books in the study, each stack reaching my thighs, like a treasure hunt. "Oh, I found one. Hey, there's one here too!"... I was too tired to talk.

For my first post recently, and also because I was worried you all were getting impatient, I quickly updated a very short chapter. I just didn't have time and needed to go to bed early tonight. Please bear with it. I'm about to write about the second most important battle of the first year.

Bye-bye, wait for me this weekend!