"Damn old bat, I knew this guy was going to get us in trouble." At noon, Ron, who was eating, said angrily.

"Fred told me a long time ago to hide from Snape in the future, I didn't understand it before, but now I finally understand."

"Look at this guy, a Potions class cost us forty points." Ron, who was still struggling with the deduction of points, said angrily.

"Only Melda and Hermione escaped."

Melda, who was trying to cook with a hood on the side, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

What to do, what to do. It's okay, can you not mention me. Don't you know I'm dangerous right now?

Really, it's not worrying to have a meal.

Luckily, there weren't many people around Melda.

Unlike his crazy cooking, the few friends sitting around him were almost not very interested, especially Harry and Neville.

People are numb by deducting points!

Harry was fine, for well-known reasons, it would be strange if Snape didn't deduct points for him one day, but Neville was simply a blood mold.

Think about it, in the first Potions class, you don't understand anything, and you have to configure potions. Forget about the configuration, the key thing is that Snape is like a high-definition camera, just staring at you.

Every time you pick up an herb and put it in the cauldron, he looks at you with a mocking, meaningful sneer.

Can you imagine that kind of scene?

Damn it's mental torture. Poor Neville, who was already a little timid, was now tossed by Snape like this, and the whole person was in a trance.

The result was, of course, a constant stream of errors, and when they did, Snape would say in a very cold tone: "Gryffindor deducts two points." ”

Throughout the lesson, Neville and Harry were evenly matched, acting as the vanguard of the demerit team, and were deducted more than twenty points. And the rest shared the remaining twenty points.

"How could he do that? I mean, he's obviously a professor, so how can he deduct points indiscriminately? Hermione, who had been tormented by Snap's deduction for a whole class, said angrily.

PS (only for Gryffindor's deduction criteria: points are deducted for raising your hand in class, no one raises your hand, points are deducted for answering incorrect questions, points are deducted for not answering, points are deducted for speaking, points are also deducted for not speaking...) ）

After Snape found out that Hermione had memorized the entire Potions textbook, he ignored her for an entire class.

"Harry, does your dad have a vendetta against him?" Ron asked puzzled, it was really Harry who was too attracted to the firepower in front of Snape, which made Ron very curious.

"No, I've always lived at my aunt's house, and I've never seen my parents at all." Harry replied with some frustration.

"Then why?"

Without waiting for Ron to continue asking, Melda, who was sitting on the side, suddenly subconsciously said: "There is a grudge, that is an old grudge." ”

"Huh? Melda, do you know my father? ”

"Ahem, Harry, you know, in fact, the circle of wizards is very small, and the circle of pure-blood wizards is even smaller."

swallowed the plate of potato stewed mutton in front of him with difficulty,, there was no one who smelled of mutton.

Melda, who poured a large sip of juice to suppress the smell, slowly began to tell.

"Actually, Harry, your family is very famous."

"Huh?" Harry looked at Melda with some confusion, this sudden turn of events was too blunt.

"If it's just your father's relationship with Snape, it's simple." Melda pointed to the table against the wall behind her and said, "See Malfoy?" If your relationship with him is ten times worse, it is probably worse than your father's relationship with Snape. ”

"Malfoy?" Harry looked in the direction of Melda's finger, but saw that the blonde boy was muttering something with his two little henchmen with their heads down.

Suddenly, an unexplained sense of disgust arose in Harry's heart. That feeling of being born to deal with it, even Harry didn't know why?

Melda, who had changed a plate of vegetable salad, took in Harry's expression, but it was normal for Harry to hate Malfoy for some reason, and the reason was very simple.

Harry has lived under the fence at his aunt's house since he was a child, and the family basically does not treat Harry as a relative. It can be said that the oppressed Harry would really be damn if he could like Malfoy's pretentious, self-proclaimed pure-blood aristocracy.

"I guess I understand."

"I get it, too." Ron accosted excitedly, "That means that Harry's dad was Snape's nemesis when he was in school. ”

"It's even possible that Snape, no, definitely Snape couldn't beat Harry's dad back then, so he's bullying Harry like this now, right, Melda."

"Huh?" Melda looked at Ron in surprise.

"Ron, when did you become so smart?"

"Hey, I've always been smart, okay." Ron, who was tilting his head, said with a smug expression.

"I see." The friends also understood under Ron's explanation, and they began to worry about Harry's house life in the next few years.

But Harry was not worried at all, it should be said that his mind was not in this area at all now, he had spent his childhood in the lies made up by his aunt's family, and he had no common sense at all about himself, his parents, and his family.

Now he desperately wants to know everything about himself.

"By the way, Melda, what do you mean that our family is famous?" Harry asked with an anxious look.

Melda, who was chewing the steak, first pushed aside the plate of vegetable salad, then took a hard bite of the beef, and said vaguely: "Potter, Potter, Ron, you should have heard of it, right?" ”

"Huh?" Ron was momentarily stunned for a moment, and then found a trace of the Potter family in his scarce memory.

"Yes, yes, I remember that my grandfather once came to mention that the Potters made their fortune on potions, yes."

"Huh? Ron: Was your grandfather Mr. Septimus? Melda asked in surprise as if she had suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, do you know my grandfather too? He gave me a pair of wizarding chess pieces last Christmas. ”

"Of course, Mr. Septimus Weasley is a famous professional wizard chess player in all of Europe, and he is a great person who has won the wizarding chess European Cup, and I have heard of it when I was in France!"

"Ahem, Melda." Harry interrupted Melda's conversation with Ron, somewhat awkwardly. Staring at a pair of dark green eyes, he kept hinting that Melda should not go off the wrong topic.

"Okay, Harry, I got it."

"Got it."