The sickly iron fist beauty in Harry Potter

Crookshanks proudly raised his tail in the moonlight.

The next day, Dolly woke up suffocating.

Her hands shot up at her face, trying to push the drowner away, but ended up grabbing the back of Crookshanks's neck.

It turned out that Crookshanks had laid his entire body on her face, waking her up in this way.

Dolly was about to complain, but when she saw the clock in the room pointed to half past nine, she jumped up.

Although there were still dozens of minutes before the class started, the two of them still had to wash up and eat, and Hogwarts was ridiculously large, so it would take some time to find the classroom.

He pulled Hermione out of the quilt and said amid Hermione's complaints: "We're going to be late."

The next second, Hermione jumped up as if she had been electrocuted, pulled down the bed curtains, changed her clothes using the Speed Force mode, and complained about why Dolly was so slow.

After that, Hermione dragged Dolly all the way to the restaurant, but unfortunately there was no formal breakfast at this time.

The two of them only got a little snack to fill their stomachs, and then they ran straight to the first greenhouse of Hogwarts, where their first class, Herbology, was held.

The location of the first greenhouse was quite obvious. After all, it was an open-air greenhouse environment, so the two people came here directly without asking anyone for directions.

As soon as the two people entered the door, a short and fat female wizard walked in with a kind and gentle smile on her face.

"Good morning, children. I am your Herbology professor, Pomona Sprout. From now on, just call me Professor Sprout."

"As you can see, Herbology is the study and care of various magical plants. Herbs are also essential raw materials for making potions and even a range of spells."

"Even if you don't work in this field in the future, you will inevitably need to buy potions. Graduating from my school can at least prevent you from being ripped off by scammers and losing your hard-earned Galleons."

After finishing his opening remarks, Sprout clapped his hands and said, "Next, let me see if you are all wearing dragon-skin protective gloves?"

After seeing everyone obediently show their gloves, Sprout smiled with satisfaction and said, "The plants we studied in first grade are not dangerous."

"That is to say, no matter how you treat them, they will not pose any threat to you."

"But starting today, I still hope you'll get used to the feeling of wearing dragon-skin gloves. Developing good habits should start from the first day of school."

"Otherwise, when you're dealing with dangerous plants, even a small mistake could cost you your life... So the question is, who knows what extremely dangerous plants there are?"

Hermione next to Dolly immediately raised her hand. This was the moment she had been waiting for for a long time.

"Very well, you are... Miss Granger, you answer."

"Like poison tentacles, mandrakes, and aconites!"

"Perfect answer, ten points from Ravenclaw!"

Sprout looked at Hermione with admiration, and Hermione smiled triumphantly and raised her chin towards Dolly.

Dolly naturally would not spoil Hermione's fun like Ron did at this time, but she applauded Hermione.

Hermione deserves praise and applause when she does something right.

As for the inexplicable feeling of humiliation in her self-esteem, Dolly had already planned to start with her course grades, so how could she possibly compare herself with Hermione?

Next, Sprout asked a few more questions, but this time even though Hermione raised her hand, she gave the opportunity to others.

This is a normal operation of a professor. It is impossible for a student to keep cheating on his grades.

But even so, in just one class, Hermione added 20 points to Ravenclaw's score.

This scoring efficiency is simply terrifying. After all, in the first film, even after Dumbledore added extra points to the protagonist group, Gryffindor only had 482 points.

At this rate, Hermione could take on several Gryffindors by herself!

57 Chapter 3 Harry's Potions Class

After this class, Sprout took everyone to see the various plants in the first greenhouse.

Overall, Sprout was enthusiastic and the students were full of excitement and joy in getting to know the new world. There was no doubt that the little wizards' first class was quite successful.

But then Sprout left everyone an assignment to summarize the herbal knowledge they had learned that day, and everyone stopped laughing.

The length requirement is one foot, which is much less than the three-foot work that will appear later.

But even so, even if the font is written very widely, it would take eight hundred words to fill one foot.

This was undoubtedly a big challenge for the eleven-year-old wizard, not to mention that it was just one of the assignments.

After class, Dolly and Hermione returned to the cafeteria to have lunch.

Dolly had just sat down when she saw Harry, who was looking worried, sitting at the long table next to her. She couldn't help but ask, "Why, do you have a lot of homework too?"

Dolly naturally knew what happened to Harry on his first day of school. She just came to laugh at her brother... no, to maintain the relationship between the siblings.

Harry then looked at Dolly, with a hint of resentment in his eyes, and said, "You're finally willing to talk to me?"

"Isn't there no chance? We are not in the same house. Besides, how could the famous Harry Potter be without friends?"

Harry didn't care about Dolly's teasing. After all, he was used to Dolly's punches and kicks.

Instead, he said directly: "The first class in the morning is Transfiguration class. We are late because Ron, Neville and I are lost."

"Professor McGonagall can actually turn into a cat. She's really amazing. She also turned the desk into a pig, and then asked us to turn matches into needles."

“It’s just that no one succeeded.”

At this point, Harry glanced at Hermione, who was also listening with Dolly, and wondered if things would be different if this clever girl were there.

"Then there's the Charms class. Professor Flitwick is our teacher. Honestly, his teaching is pretty good."

"But he's too short. He needs to stand on a pile of books to be taller than the podium, but that's not the most important thing."

Harry felt a little embarrassed when he said this.

"He said my name and then got so excited he screamed and fell backwards."

As the boy who survived, it was understandable that students talked about Harry, but why were the professors of Ravenclaw more excited than the students?

The corners of Hermione's mouth twitched. She couldn't believe her own head of house would behave like this. She couldn't help but make an excuse and said, "Maybe he didn't step firmly and accidentally fell?"

Harry shrugged and asked, "What about you guys? What classes did you take?"

A few people chatted while waiting for lunch, and Harry expressed his anticipation for tomorrow's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

However, Dolly knew very well that Quirrell, the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, was a Death Eater pretending to be a coward.

Voldemort was right at the back of his head, and Voldemort's mortal enemy was teaching in the classroom, so he would not teach any spells that could enhance Harry's strength.

At most, he would stammer about his adventures, and finally leave some knowledge from books to Harry.

Compared to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Dolly was more looking forward to the Potions class.

She and Harry both had Potions classes, but Harry's was the first class in the afternoon, while Dolly's was the second class in the afternoon and she could rest before that.

(The course has been adjusted as needed, but the impact is not significant. Just think of it as a little butterfly effect.)

I just don't know what Harry's Potions class will be like without Hermione's help.

Soon, it was lunch time.

After having a simple lunch and resting at the dining table for a while, Harry and the others slowly came to the Potions classroom.

Because Hermione was gone, Neville, who was familiar with Ron and Harry, naturally joined the small group of three.

In addition, the three of them originally lived in the same dormitory. Neville was the weakest one among the three. Ron also felt very self-respecting and confident in front of Neville. The relationship between the three of them was very harmonious.

It was only when they saw Malfoy, who was arrogant and even sneering at them, that the three of them realized that they were taking this class with the Slytherin students.

"Why is that guy still behaving like this? Hasn't he learned his lesson?"

Harry saw Malfoy, but Ron curled his lips and said, "Snape is their head of house. I bet Snape must have given him candy later."

"I feel sorry for you, Harry. You still have to clean the classroom for a month."

Harry felt a headache when he heard this, but Neville said firmly: "Harry, I will help you clean up."

Seeing this, Ron said, although he was a little reluctant, "Then I'll come too."

Harry then laughed happily, as if there was nothing unacceptable about taking Snape's Potions class with Malfoy.

But soon Harry couldn't laugh anymore.

The Potions classroom was in a basement of the castle, which was even colder than the top of the tower.

There were glass jars placed along the walls of the classroom, and the animal specimens soaked in them made the little wizards tremble.

When it was time for class, Snape swooped in from the door like a big bat, walked to the desk and picked up the attendance list.

He had been waiting for this moment for almost a day.

Yesterday he was about to teach Harry a lesson and make James' face full of embarrassment, but unfortunately he was stopped by Dolly.

There's no Dolly here today.

"Oh, yes," he whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous character."

After Snape finished speaking, Malfoy immediately led the way in sneering, not worrying at all that Snape would punish him.

Apparently Ron was right, Snape and Malfoy had reconciled.

After all, Snape was only angry because Malfoy called red-haired, green-eyed Lily a mudblood, not because he really hated the discriminatory behavior.

After the roll call was finished, Snape scanned the entire class with a blank and indifferent look, leaving no one able to breathe.

Then he said, "You are here to learn the science of potions, which requires precise configuration and strict craftsmanship."

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic."

"I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of the slow-simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out bursts of fragrance."

"You will never truly understand the mysterious power of the fluids that flow through people's veins, causing them to be transported and bewildered."

"I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you must not be the stupid fools I often encounter."

After finishing his opening remarks, Snape immediately set his sights on Harry.

"Potter!"

"What would I get if I added powdered narcissus root to a wormwood infusion?"

58 Chapter 1 Morely's Potions Class

What grass?

What kind of powder?

And the solution?

Harry was stunned and subconsciously looked at Ron and Neville on both sides. Both of them also looked confused.

Seeing this, Harry understood that it was not that he knew little about magic, but that this was indeed not something they should understand now.

Today is only the first day of school and they haven't had a herbal medicine class yet. Isn't that natural?

"I... don't know, sir."

Harry could only answer truthfully, and Snape curled his lips in disdain.

“Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn’t mean everything.”

As he spoke, Snape glanced at everyone, and everyone lowered their heads except Malfoy who was still laughing at Harry.

One person subdues everyone, this is Snape's basic operation.

After all, Hermione was not here, and no one was bothering him to embarrass James's face.

"Let's try this again, Potter. If I asked you to find me a bezoar, where would you go? Or could you tell me the difference between Aconitum naviculatum and Aconitum davidianum?"

Harry remained silent. He had no idea what a scalper was.

Malfoy and Goyle Crabbe were shaking with laughter, obviously feeling smug about the pleasure of revenge.

Harry could only remain silent.

"I take it you didn't read a single book before term started, did you, Potter?"

Snape passed a sentence on Harry, and Harry finally couldn't help it and said unconvincedly: "Professor, I have read the textbook, but I can't memorize all the contents of "One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi"!"

Hermione did it, and asked him and Dolly to do the same.

But in the end they didn't even remember all the spells.

Snape narrowed his eyes, not only because he was angry at Harry's rebuttal, but also because he felt a sense of success.