Snape looked at Harry, and Harry looked at him.

The soft eyes flow naturally, like spring water waiting for falling flowers, with a hint of stubbornness in loneliness, and a deep expectation.

Snape clenched his fists tightly, his once-beloved wand gurgling at the force of his might.

He was glad that his hand was hidden in the wide wizarding robes, so that he could face Lily's, no, Potter's child.

"Harry Potter." Snape lifted his chin forcefully and stared at Harry sitting in his chair, the dodge and nostalgia in his eyes were brutally killed by him, leaving only the cold grudge of the past.

"I am, Professor." Harry looked at Snape without blinking, his mind building a thick layer of defense in his mind.

His face was preoccupied with the defense in his mind, and he showed the same indifference as Snape.

Hermione and Ron were on pins and needles.

They didn't expect the professors at Hogwarts to have such a cold side.

They thought the teachers would be as enthusiastic as they were when they were on the train.

Wizards have their own personalities, and most of them are very bad. - "Common Sense of the Wizarding World"

Snape taught Hermione and Ron a lesson himself.

"You're done?" Snape frowned, his dementors didn't get anything from Harry.

On the contrary, it was the thoughts that Ron and Hermione unconsciously emanated that gave him a preliminary impression of Harry-

Erudite, courageous, and brilliant......

"Tsk." Snape smiled mockingly.

Sure enough, as he expected, the first meeting with this child made him sick.

Because Potter doesn't deserve Lily's gentle eyes!

His face suddenly drooped, and he reached out and pulled Harry and Hermione's papers to his chest.

As for Ron's White Roll?

Hehe, the Weasleys won't have any good students.

George and Fred of Gryffindor are strong proof of this, as is this freshman Weasley.

Snape skimmed Harry's answer sheet quickly, and he even cast a spell similar to Eagle Eye, his pupils swiping from side to side, not even the sketches in Harry's handwriting.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Snape slammed Harry's paper over, and when he read it, he flipped it back again, and after a while, it turned back again......

Yes, Potter doesn't have such a smart brain.

Is that you, Lily...... A flash of pain flashed in Snape's eyes.

And that delicate and delicate handwriting is not at all something that James Porter, an arrogant and reckless man, could write.

Snape closed his eyes, and it took a moment before he opened them.

He has regained his composure.

"Is this what you wrote? Mr. Potter. Snape's voice echoed through the carriage, his tone more like interrogating a prisoner.

"Of course, Professor."

"Heh, can you answer all the questions that these sophomores don't necessarily answer correctly?" Snape made no secret of his malice, and continued: "Did you flip through the book and copy it?" ”

"No, sir. He didn't-"

"Shut up!" Snape glared at Hermione, who spoke, and she couldn't help but scream, "Miss Granger, you're not called Harry Potter!" ”

"Professor, I didn't copy it." Harry moved his body to stand in front of Hermione.

"I have my own judgment." Snape's eyes narrowed, like a venomous snake spotting its prey, his pupils flashing with a dangerous light.

"Also, don't call me Professor. Because you may not be able to get into school, Hogwarts doesn't like plagiarists. He looked at Ron again, "I don't like fools either." ”

Ron didn't retort, he was terrified now.

Oh my God, Hogwarts really has a teacher of the black variant curling winged bat!

Look at his greasy, wet hair, disgusting than the ghouls in my house who don't bathe.

And the black wizard's robe he stretched out, and underneath it must be a pair of equally greasy and wet wings!

Snape's expression froze, and then the look in his eyes became more dangerous.

It's not necessarily a good thing to be able to dementor, especially when dealing with a wizard you can't beat with your hands.

"Are you the Headmaster of Slytherin, please?" Harry asked suddenly.

Snape refocused his gaze on Harry, looking him up and down, "You know me?" ”

"I don't know." Facing Snape's strong expression, Harry said without changing his face, "But you must know me. ”

"Just now, there was a classmate who knew me, but was unreasonable, and wanted to join Slytherin House, and he was full of hostility towards me as soon as he came in."

"His name is Draco Malfoy, a low-IQ wizard who thinks he is pure-blood. And to the ground—"

Snape's pupils shrank, and his right hand quickly rested on Harry's mouth, a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by a raging rage.

Harry caught the hint of panic, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape didn't empathize, although he was a little screwed up on himself, but it was okay.

It's just that the smell of medicinal herbs on his hands is a little unpleasant.

"Do you know what you're talking about! Porter! Snape's tone was a little irritated, "Your brain is more like a troll than your father, Potter!" ”

"The wizard's name has a specific magical power, and there is this question on this test paper, did you write it in vain?"

Snape then realized that he had gone too far, and he jerked back into place, grabbing Harry's hand and rubbing it against his robe.

"Professor, your robe doesn't have to be cleaner than mine." Harry kindly reminded.

"Potter!!" Snape had to face Harry.

Merlin's beard, the reckless man's genes are too strong, and his mouth really didn't grow in vain.

"Zero! You, and Miss Granger, are both! Snape's magic surged, shattering the test paper in one fell swoop.

"If you enter my academy, I'll teach you a good lesson, Potter!"

"I'll be in Gryffindor, Professor." Harry smiled, "Because Slytherin's freshman is so stupid, and Malfoy the Betrayer still cherishes his Death Eater status." ”

"This is not in line with the Slytherin motto of being shrewd, valuing honor, and judging the situation."

Snape gasped.

If it weren't for those haunting eyes, he would have put a forbidden spell on Harry's mouth.

He felt like he couldn't stay here anymore.

His wand was already tickling.

But he's not a Death Eater anymore, he can't be sorry for Dumbledore, and he can't be sorry for Lily.

"You'll regret it, Potter." Snape departed angrily, his broad black robe unfurling behind him like a bat's wing.

"I'm the Hokage." Harry muttered, and the only thing he could do was a loud slam slamming the door.

Hermione had just come out behind Harry, still a little apprehensive.

"It's horrible." Ron caressed his heart and hurriedly opened two bags of snacks to suppress his shock, "Is he really the Dean of Slytherin?" ”

"It should be, I noticed a change in Harry's eyes as he questioned him." Hermione interjected.

Without Snape's suppression, she had a lot more to say, "With this professor here, Slytherin students must be living in hell." ”

"That's right." Ron raised his hands in agreement, "I think he's a curling bat, my brothers told me, but I didn't expect it to be a dean." ”

Hermione's eyes widened, "When diluted with the venom of a curled winged bat, it makes people forget something. I'm guessing the entire Slytherin students have been poisoned. ”

"That makes sense." Ron straightened up and made a detective's thoughtful expression, "That's why he's been hidden for so long and hasn't been discovered." ”

Nope

(End of chapter)