"As arrogant, arrogant, self-righteous as his father, he loves to violate discipline, likes to show off, meddle and be rude," Snape said to the three people who were leaving, his eyes firmly fixed on Harry, with unforgettable hatred in his eyes.

"He is really not likable if judged by Slytherin's values. Well, all three are." Felix said softly, "but you heard it, they only know the last few words, without any end... So I said to them, we're talking about my new wand, and I gave it a fairy tale name."

Snape didn't speak. His dark eyes were still staring at Harry's back. From this perspective, he looked very similar to his father.

After a moment, he spoke coldly: "Felix, I will reveal the information about your wand to that person."

Felix said peacefully: "You decide how much you say."

"Do you think I can make the decision?" Snape said dissatisfiedly, his black robe shook and passed through the layers of rain. His figure blurred.

...

"It's so unlucky." Ron muttered as he stepped on the steps.

"Oh, stop talking"

They stood at the door of the staff lounge, Harry knocked on the door nervously, sincerely hoping that there was no one inside. The few seconds of waiting seemed to be like a year. Finally, a familiar voice said from the inside: "Please come in."

Things went against his wishes. Harry heard two sighs, and he mustered up the courage to push the door open and walked in. At this time, a long room, soft light hanging from the ceiling, the room was a little warmer than outside, perhaps the function of the fireplace in the corner. Professor McGonagall raised his head from a pile of parchment, and his sharp eyes looked over from the square glasses.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, are you all right?"

"We were asked to come and see you because... because of some mistakes." Harry handed over the note in his hand. Professor McGonagall frowned and took the note. The note was sticking together, which was the Order of the Phoenix. Her eyebrows were twisted deeper, and she took out the wand and put it on a little, and the note was automatically opened.

Professor McGonagall quickly started to look at it and didn't say anything after reading it for a long time.

"Is this true?" she said, "eavesdropping on the professor's conversation?" In addition to roughly explaining the process, the note also mentioned the background of the speech in obscure words. The two were talking about confidential information from the Order of the Phoenix at the time.

"We didn't mean it," said Harry. "Well, I'm right, come out to breathe after lunch," Professor McGonagall snorted, and Harry continued to explain with a gritty bullet. Time went back more than ten minutes ago

"Hear? Sirius' class is very popular." Hermione said thoughtfully, she and Harry and Ron just came out of the auditorium and were about to breathe.

"He said he wanted to keep it secret," Harry looked angry and kicked his feet, "It was a surprise. We will have his class tomorrow. I don't expect it."

Hermione and Ron laughed.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at them blankly.

"Your tone looks like a kid who has a fight with parents... Be careful!" Hermione said, and a freshman stumbled over and almost hit them.

"Running is not allowed in the castle, you will bump into someone else." Hermione said sternly first, then her tone softened, "What's going on?"

The freshman looked terrified and kept looking back, as if someone was chasing him behind him.

Harry and the other two looked at each other.

"Hey, little guy, we are the chiefs. If someone bullies you, just say it boldly," Ron held his chest to make the chief badge on his clothes more conspicuous. "I have the right to be confined and deduct points..."

"Come on, Ron, we can't abuse this right." Hermione said seriously, looking at Xinsheng, who said with a shocked expression: "I, I just met the professor of Potion Class in the yard, and his eyes were so scary!"

"Did you know it on the first day... OK, it's true." Ron muttered.

"Professor Snape...well, he's really harsh," Hermione said slowly. "If he inadvertently scolds you, you don't have to take it to heart."

"Yes, the bad luck is still long." Ron said again. Hermione's eyes slanted, and he immediately shut up. When her attention was re-focused on the freshman, he began to wink at Harry. Harry felt that Ron's words were quite accurate.

"No, no, Professor Snape is talking to another professor, I think... they don't want to be disturbed." The freshman blushed and stammered, and he was about to cry, turning around and running away.

...

"So you want to figure out what's going on?" Professor McGonagall said in a stern voice.

Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded in a wooden manner.

"We are the chiefs, we must, we must..." Ron scratched his head and Professor McGonagall glanced at him, "Improvement, Mr. Weasley, there is no one in the chief's code that explains your behavior today, let alone this is not the first time."

The bell rang, and Professor McGonagall stood up and stuffed the parchment on the table into the drawer. "I completely agree with Professor Snape's approach, deduct points..." She pursed her lips, "and was in custody, starting this week."

Harry and Ron looked up in horror, and they thought of the same thing, Quidditch's selection on Friday afternoon.

“Every Saturday night until the time before the lights are turned off, the potion materials are processed until the end of this month.”

After saying that, they were swept out by Professor McGonagall and rushed to the Potion Classroom. Ron was muttering all the way: "I'm going to be late again. I bet that old bat will definitely cause trouble for us... Why didn't Professor McGonagall say a few words for us? Snape was completely making a big deal. Now, he has found someone to help him deal with the potion materials for the new semester..."

Harry suddenly felt a little nauseous, and recalled the dark classroom, the toads with broken belly, the smoked ginger root and peppermint, horseradish, and the secretions of the spotted earth, the spleens of bats and mice, and the sticky slugs... His scalp was numb.

Until evening, they dragged their heavy steps back to the lounge.

"I'll just say that Snape didn't plan to let us go easily, because each person was late was deducted ten points, which was not his reason... It was nearly 200 points together." Ron wailed, and he was about to catch up with the crying Myrtle. They came listlessly to the most remote location in the lounge.

Harry and Hermione were not very interested.

"You guys say, can we deduct points from other academy?" Ron said with a sudden whim. Neither of the other two paid attention to him. Harry and Hermione were used to Ron's daily unreliable suggestions, and he would give up anyway.

"We can't do this, let alone you have to write a lot of reports." Hermione couldn't help but correct it.

"If it were Malfoy's people..." Ron's eyes flashed, and then the light dimmed, "Oh, no, I forgot that he was also a senior."

At this time, Harry, who had not spoken, suddenly asked.

"That story...is the one that Professor Hayp picked out the name from it and named his new magic wand. It's the legend of the Three Brothers. Well, is it very famous..."

"It's so thunderous, buddy, I grew up listening to it." Ron said without hesitation, "It's a small story in "The Story of the Poetry of Weng Bidou".

"Wait, I seem to have seen this name somewhere, Poet Peter and Bean, elsewhere..." Harry said slowly, and he subconsciously looked at Hermione. Generally, at this time, Hermione could always give accurate answers.

But this time Hermione also showed a thoughtful expression.

"Have you really seen it, Harry?" she couldn't help asking.

Harry returned with a clearly confused look.

Ron next to him held back his smile and said, "This is a rare thing. Miss Wanshitong will have a day when she can't find the answer."

Hermione glared at him, "If you know, say it quickly."

But Ron enjoyed the process very much, and he shook his head: "Think about it, Harry and I know anything, well, I have the opportunity to come into contact with it, and you happened to miss it."

Hermione's eyes seemed to become as confused as Harry.

But Harry had a thought, which was definitely not something related to learning, because Hermione would not leave any corner of the textbook or reference book, she had this ability. That could only be seen by him and Ron when passing the time...

"I remembered it," Harry's eyes lit up, and Hermione stared at his face immediately. He said in a sure tone, "It's "The Adventures of the Little Wizard Mickie", which mentioned the book, but I don't remember where it is."

"But I have also read... a few volumes." Hermione slowly came back to her senses. She and Harry looked at Ron. Ron wanted to keep it a secret, but when they were targeted by both of them, he immediately raised his hand to surrender.

"Well, that's the content of the last book: the little wizard Mick's friend was in danger. In the critical moment, he used magic and exposed his identity as a wizard. Mick was sad because he lost a group of friends while receiving the Hogwarts notice. But on the day Mick left, his friends came back. They didn't mind whether he was a wizard or not, but sincerely blessed him. Later, Mick told his friends the story of 'wizard and jumping into the pot'."

Ron made the final decision, "It is here that the name of "The Story of the Poetry and Bidou" was mentioned, just once."

"You really are." Harry praised.

Ron grinned.

Hermione was still thinking about what he said before, "What are the wizards and the whistleblower...?"

This made Ron stump. He thought for a while and said stammeringly: "It's probably...well, a kind old wizard is about to die. When he was alive, he was very kind to Muggles and always helped people as much as possible. The neighbors loved the old man very much. But his son didn't understand him, so the old wizard left a magical cauldron before his death. The old man must be an alchemist. Cough, I continue to say that after the old man died, his son refused to help the poor neighbor again. In short, he was very stalwart. Then the cauldron began to torment the old man's son, making him unable to eat and sleep well. So the son decided to follow his father's approach and continue to help the neighbors as much as he could."

Ron was a little breathless after saying so many words in one breath. He took a few breaths and concluded: "I guess this story is to express that the wizard can live in peace with Muggles and help each other... it was said by my mother." He finally added.

Hermione stared at him.

"Don't look at me, I was only a few years old at that time, it would be nice to have a little impression of it," said Ron.

"But" Hermione bit her lip and asked in confusion: "I didn't see peace with each other. I mean, the old wizard must have calculated, but his son was forced to do good under the cauldron."

Ron shrugged, "I don't know either."

At this moment, a voice suddenly penetrated, "Don't make things difficult for him, he was drooling in his arms with a teddy bear at that time." Fred and George walked over happily, "sold seven telescopic ears. The first day of school!"

"You're still short of money?" Harry asked.

"That's not," Fred said carelessly, sitting next to him, "but we need some testers who promise to give product feedback."

"Like you guys do on quick-acting skip lesson candy?" Hermione suddenly said sternly.

"What?" Fred asked in surprise.

"I've seen it all! You posted the revelation of recruiting testers on the bulletin board. If I hadn't found it when I posted the list of assessment spells," she pursed her mouth, her expression was very similar to Professor McGonagall.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"It won't take long before you will change your mind, Hermione." George said disapprovingly, "You will definitely use it. This year, it's O.W.Ls, and there are several collapses every year. Others are not feeling well. The better the grades, the easier it is to get hit... Do you remember, Celton was wearing an onion-flavored amulet?"

"Remember, of course," Fred said seriously, "after all, we sold her. Unfortunately, the concentrate of the joy agent does not seem to coexist with the onion." He stood up and tilted his head at George, "Let's go, we go find Lee, he might get something."

When he saw Hermione looking at him angrily, he closed his mouth alertly and changed the topic smoothly: "Oh, by the way, George and I also asked my father about your previous questions at that time, saying that wizards always have good and bad, so people like him have meaning."

"You mean" Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Dad was making laws to protect Muggles at that time." George said concisely. While Hermione was thinking, the two left together.

Harry feels very conflicted now. On the one hand, Mr. Weasley's practice of protecting Muggles through legislation is very admirable just as the old wizard used a cauldron to restrict his son in fairy tales; but these words always seem a little weird when they say them from Fred and George, especially their backs are sneaky...
Chapter completed!