Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Experience Card Ends

The doll lay quietly on the ground, and the voices of two little witches, one of them Harley Potter, our Miss Savior, and the other was slightly strange.

"Potter, Professor Snape seems to know you? What did he say to you? ”

It was a faintly domineering and inevitably curious voice.

"Well, the professor didn't say anything to me......"

Someone lit the lights in the dormitory, one of them was a shy and introverted girl with glasses, and the other was a girl with thick brown hair and brown eyes.

"Professor Snape is the youngest Dean in the history of Slytherin House, and at the age of twenty-one he has already achieved great success in international potions...... Honestly Potter, I was surprised that the professor personally came to invite you to join Slytherin House. ”

"And there's never been any mention of this in Hogwarts: A School History, and you shouldn't transfer to another house, Hallie, the Sorting Hat's analysis is always correct."

Hermione Granger said something curious, but I don't know if she found out on her own, and she always spoke with some reproach.

This made Harley a little embarrassed.

There were only four women in this year's Gryffindor House freshmen, so naturally they were in the same dormitory.

And Miss Halle Potter, who had met Miss Hermione Granger on the train, naturally moved together after being assigned to the same school and the same dormitory.

This can be regarded as an instinctive reaction after arriving in a different environment for the first time.

"Professor Snape is good......"

Hallie pursed her lips, she thought, it's actually too good.

Potions classes didn't take place until Friday, and apart from yesterday's train and entrance ceremony, Harley hadn't met the Potions professor at all.

But today, it was only the first day of school, and the professor, who had a cold temperament and was not very easy to get along with at first glance, actually talked a lot of things with her with a pleasant face after the dinner ended the 'coincidence'.

And Professor Snape very much wanted her to transfer to Slytherin House, because it was there that her talents could be brought to better use, and the 'stupid lion' simply couldn't do that.

This made the Weasley twins call Merlene! Their 'amiable' professor didn't he get in with the polyjuice decoction?!

Hallie was scared, and to be honest, she had never had anyone change schools as soon as school started.

Now, Hermione and Harley had just returned from Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall, hearing Professor Snape's insinuating sarcasm about Gryffindor House, calmly pushed her glasses and told Miss Hallie that she would talk to Professor Snape about the matter, and let them go.

"Professor McGonagall will make it clear to Professor Snape."

Harley was quiet, and she didn't tell Hermione that she didn't want to go to Slytherin at the sorting ceremony last night. Her father, her mother were from Gryffindor, and Ron had said that Slytherin was a dark wizard.

And Hermione was a very assertive girl, and Hallie's experience with the Dursleys had taught her not to try to contradict even one of her opinions, because she would always have countless arguments to tell you that she was right.

However, after Professor Snape's conversation today, she felt that she didn't seem to be too repulsive to Slytherin, even if it was ...... Even on the train, Draco, who had a one-sided relationship, was crazy in front of her, "Slytherin is amazing", "There are so many powerful dark arts", "My grandfather is also from Slytherin", "Come to Slytherin, everything else is rubbish", etc., she didn't feel too repulsed.

Oddly enough, Professor Snape seemed to be eager to let her go to Slytherin, not just because of the 'savior'.

Harley didn't want to say more, and Hermione was obviously still a little nagging, but when she walked to the edge of the bed, she said 'huh'.

Harley looked over and saw Hermione picking up the blonde doll that had fallen on the side of the bed.

"This is yours? Do you like this kind of doll? ”

Hermione patted the ash on the blonde doll.

Hallie was also a little dazed, this thing she found in bed this morning, and the morning time was too rushed, and she didn't have time to ask the others who this doll was.

"It's not."

"Nor my ......"

Hermione fiddled with the doll in her hand, thinking that it might be Parvati, or Lavender's.

"Come back in the evening and ask."

She handed the doll to Harley, and as Harley took it, Professor Malfoy felt a strange warm current pass through the hands holding the doll.

Ranko secretly says that something is wrong with Harley that is expelling his control over the doll.

His vision continued to blur, as if the doll's manipulator was constantly being squeezed by a force, and darkness was coming, and he was vaguely aware that the power of the 'Sacrifice Protection' spell was driving him away!

PROFESSOR MALFOY: ???

Crooked, that's outrageous, isn't it, the spell against Voldemort works on him?

Lily, you can see clearly, I'm not Voldemort!!

The last thing seen was Harry Potter's curious gaze, and the inconspicuous lightning scar on her forehead.

His vision dimmed in an instant, and his consciousness returned to Durmstrang.

Professor Malfoy, who had his head lowered, almost didn't jump up, and his knee hit the corner of the table, making a 'bang' sound that attracted the attention of several people present.

"Teach, Professor."

Cotton, who didn't know when he slipped in, was also taken aback, and when he saw Professor Malfoy's sharp gaze, he didn't know what to do, and immediately said:

"Can I stay here?"

When Professor Malfoy saw that it was Cotton, he immediately put his head over his knee and waved at him.

Stay, stay, just like it.

It hurts my dad to death!

Professor Malfoy quickly used magic to relieve the pain in his knees, which was already not in good health, and the expulsion was so violent, he had to suspect Dumbledore's bad old man! That's right, that bad old man has already thought about it, as long as he waits for his consciousness to pass, he will give him a pot!

Otherwise, how could the Passive Resistance Spell be effective against him? He's not Voldemort!

It's off the charts!

Ranko rarely wanted to scold his mother in his heart, he never thought in his life that he would be planted in the hands of Harley, who couldn't hit him with eight strokes.

When the pain subsided and he calmed down, Professor Malfoy felt that something was not quite right.

He carefully felt the soul fragment located in the Hogwarts doll's body, and found that the soul fragment in the doll had not disappeared, but only his consciousness had been banished.

Was it because the soul fragments were hidden too deeply, or was it because the Passive Resistance Spell was against him?

Soul fragments and him, these two are not the same.

As a part of the soul, the soul fragment itself has a strong symbol, and some spells can damage the owner of the soul fragment through this association.

But as a wizard familiar with dark magic, how could he split his soul fragments without protection? The soul fragments that can be split must be specially treated, and no one else wants to threaten him with this thing except himself.

Then this is interesting, if you think about it, since Dumbledore dared to give his doll to Harry, he must have been fully prepared. The Passive Resistance Spell had reached him, but it hadn't expelled the soul fragments, and perhaps Dumbledore hadn't intended to defend him at all.

- at least not to guard him against him.

It is also possible that Dumbledore used the doll as a talisman for Harry Potter.

After all, the doll can compete with the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, which indirectly means that the doll will definitely protect the students from spreading the curse of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

So the problem is with the passive resistance mantra.

What did Tom do to make the Passive Resistance Charm think he and Tom were accomplices?

Thinking about this, Professor Malfoy took a deep breath.

Calm down......

Tom, did you squeak when you were pit on your senior?!