The next morning, Ivan went to the potion classroom with his messy hair. Last night, because he was not proficient in the invisibility spell, he was forced to practice until midnight by the master, which made Ivan seriously lack sleep.
Ivan complained to the master as he walked, "Master, I am still growing up. The quality of sleep is very important. If I don't sleep well, I won't grow tall."
Ivan pushed open the door of the potion classroom, and a strong smell of herbs hit him, making him wrinkle his nose. The classroom was already full of students, who were talking in low voices in groups of three or two. The sound echoed between the stone walls, which seemed a bit noisy. Ivan yawned, half-closed his eyes, and staggered to the back of the classroom, and found an empty seat by the window to sit down.
Professor Snape stood on the podium, his black robe hanging at his feet as usual, and his eyes gloomily scanned everyone in the classroom. His eyes stayed on Ivan's messy hair for a moment, and his brows frowned slightly. He was a man who paid attention to his appearance and did not like sloppy students.
"Mr. Afery," Snape's voice was low and cold, with a hint of sarcasm, "your hair reminds me of the nest of a blasting-end skrewt, messy and without any aesthetic sense."
A low laugh sounded in the classroom. Ivan looked up and glanced at Snape, shrugged, and was too lazy to pay attention to his sarcasm. He leaned back in his chair and lazily scanned the steps of potion preparation on the blackboard. Well, I don't understand any of them! I glanced at the master and found that the master was studying very seriously.
Snape's lecture began. His voice was still low and his tone was gentle, as if he was chanting an ancient spell. Ivan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision gradually blurred. The words and symbols in front of him seemed to be dancing, and finally connected into a blurred light and shadow. His head drooped again and again, almost touching the table.
Suddenly, he felt someone poking his back, and the movement was a little hurried. Ivan suddenly woke up, turned his head, and saw a classmate from Gryffindor pointing at Professor Snape anxiously, whispering: "Mr. Aferi, the professor is asking you a question!"
Ivan realized that he was distracted. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at Snape. Snape was staring at him impatiently, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed a hint of coldness.
"Mr. Aferi," Snape's voice was obviously unhappy, "What is the medicinal property of belladonna?"
The classroom was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ivan. Ivan was stunned for a moment.
"Uh..." Ivan stammered and couldn't speak.
Snape's face became more and more gloomy, and his fingers gently tapped the podium, making a "da da" sound, as if counting down the time for Ivan to answer.
"Mr. Potter, you may be able to tell Mr. Halls the answer to the question just now." Snape turned his head and looked at a Gryffindor student.
Ivan followed Professor Snape's gaze and turned to the student named Potter. Ivan felt very strange about the face of this classmate named Potter. There were obvious wrinkles at the end and beginning of his eyes. It was impossible for an 11-year-old to have crow's feet, so his parents died early. However, a lightning-shaped scar made his narrow forehead look wide, smooth and shiny. A fate of early death and a fate of great wealth appeared on his face at the same time.
"Strange, I felt a familiar breath in the scar on this kid's head, but I can't remember what it is." The ancestor said in Ivan's mind.
"Ancestor, don't talk, consume obsession, and besides, this is not our original world, how can there be people you are familiar with?" Ivan stopped the ancestor's voice transmission. The ancestor is a wisp of obsession, and the power of obsession is not endless. As the obsession is consumed, it will slowly dissipate, unless it is an evil spirit, feeding on human flesh and blood to replenish its own strength.
Potter shook his head at Professor Snape's question.
Professor Snape obviously wanted to make things difficult for him. He ignored the girl who raised her hand and continued to ask aggressive questions, "Which step do you think is the most critical in the process of preparing the intoxicant?"
"I don't know, teacher!"
"Where can I find the fecal stone?"
"Not sure."
After several questions in a row, even Ivan knew that Professor Snape was targeting this student.
"Slytherin deducts 5 points, Gryffindor deducts 10 points, get out of class dismissed."
The first potion class ended with Professor Snape's questions and answers.
Ivan didn't learn much knowledge, but the master learned with great interest.
Slytherins went out in groups. Ivan was alone in the team. No one dared to approach Ivan and talk to him.
After all, the title of "mad" was too scary.
In the lobby restaurant, Ivan took his lunch box and walked to the Gryffindor table alone. He sat in front of Potter and the little girl.
A red-haired boy with freckles on his face said, "This is the Gryffindor table. You've come to the wrong place."
Ivan glanced at the red-haired boy and said with a little surprise, "Are you the legendary red-haired Shanks?"
Ivan reached out to touch his hair. You know, Er Gouzi told him every day how awesome Red-haired Shanks was. A look at him scared the sea monsters so much that they dared not move. Although this boy looked quite weak, it was possible that he was Shanks's boyhood. Who hasn't had a boyhood?
"Red-haired Shanks" swept Ivan's hand away and shouted angrily, "What Red-haired Shanks? My name is Ronald Weasley, please call me Mr. Weasley."
When Ivan heard that it was not Red-haired Shanks, he immediately lost interest, "Okay, Mr. Weasley."
He perfunctorily said, turned to the little girl, "Thank you very much for helping me in the classroom. My name is Ivan Avery, nice to meet you."
The little girl raised her chin and said with a little pride, "I know you. At the welcome party, you beat up Malfoy's madness. My name is Hermione Granger. Next to me is Harry Potter." Ivan followed Hermione's gaze and looked at Harry, nodding
"Hello! Mr. Potter."
Ron frowned and said, "Slytherin is really annoying, pretending, don't you know Harry Potter?"
Ivan felt very strange, "Why should I know Mr. Potter, is he famous?"
This time it was Hermione's turn to be surprised. Oh my God, in this magical world, there are still people who don't know Harry Potter.
"Harry is the savior, he defeated the mysterious man."
"Hermione, don't say that, I didn't do anything." Harry doesn't like people calling him the savior.
Hearing this, Ivan finally remembered. Ergouzi had a period of time, he liked to run with a broom, crawling and shouting, I am Harry Potter, I can fly on a broom. Ivan was very curious at that time, wouldn't his balls be panicked when he stuck the broom like this? In addition, how can the broom fly? We all fly with swords, although only sword immortals can do this.
That is to say, I am in the world of Harry Potter? Uh, what is the plot of the world of Harry Potter? Ergouzi didn't say it! Every time he said the boy who survived a disaster. Missing the days when Ergouzi was away for the third day.