Hogwarts: The frog cub brings back the Dragon Slayer Crystal at the beginning

Tom looked at the letter in his hand, one hand clenched into a fist.

He knew that Geralt would send a letter back, and there must be nothing good about it!

The letter contained very little content, the first of which was that a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would come over to join them during the holidays.

Tom didn't seem to care at all about it.

He had a lot of dark wizards or Death Eaters here who wanted to join him almost every day, and he was just a professor, so he was too surprised.

What made him emotionally unstable was something else.

Go to Godric's Hollow and dig someone else's grave!

On such a cold day, you let me dig someone else's grave!?

You're not a human being—Geralt.

Resisting the anger in his heart, Tom continued to watch.

He also had a rough guess that Lorne had asked him to dig up the graves of the dead.

Presumably, those people were also made into undead puppets like him and Lockhart.

"I don't know if the lucky wizard will be resurrected by him. "

Tom whispered to himself.

However, his gaze froze when he saw the location marked below and the name of the tomb's owner.

Godric's Hollow, Lily Evans (Potter).

It was a name he knew all too well.

Tom had heard Ron tell him when he was still a notebook that Voldemort had failed when he met Harry, who was a baby at the time.

And isn't this name Harry's mother!?

Geralt wants to resurrect this woman?

But what was the purpose of resurrecting her?

Tom felt his mind getting more and more confused, so he simply burned the paper in front of him with a spell to ashes.

Even if he couldn't figure it out, his body had to carry out Lorne's orders.

No way, who made him just a tool man.

.........

Hogwarts.

The snow finally stopped, and the blue sky outside the window reflected the white sea of clouds, which made people feel a lot of joy at first glance.

Although the snow has stopped, the cold weather has not changed at all.

Each little wizard wrapped himself in a thick coat like a snowman.

Inside the auditorium.

"It's supposed to be Potions class this morning, right?"

As soon as Lorne walked over to the Gryffindor table, he saw Harry's sad face.

He couldn't help but ask the little witch beside him.

"Morning is indeed Professor Snape's Potions class. "

Hermione tucked her little head into her brown scarf, and she followed Lorne's gaze to Harry.

There is no need to guess, as long as the other party shows this expression, then the next lesson will definitely be Snape's class.

"No way, who told Harry not to use potions now. "

Lorne said, shaking his head.

Since the last time he was attacked by Malfoy, Harry hadn't used the Fountain for fear of being targeted again.

"No, you don't know—"

Harry also heard the young couple's exchange, and he looked up and said a little depressed.

"Snape is even more fierce now, and he deducts me ten points every day in class for various reasons!"

There was some anger and desperation in his tone.

It is clear that he was persecuted by Snape.

"Why don't I remember him deducting points from you?"

Lorne touched the tip of his nose, a little confused.

Even Hermione, who was following him, shook her head.

"You two are chatting in the corner every day, how can you possibly remember..."

Ron on the side said a little speechlessly.

Snape had been staring at Harry almost every day since the last Screaming Shack incident, and as long as he showed up in Potions class, it meant that Gryffindor would be deducted more than ten points.

"It's almost nine o'clock, so we'll go first. "

Hermione glanced at the watch in her hand and then took Lorne's hand and walked out of the warm auditorium.

"I... Let's go too. "

Harry exhaled lightly and said helplessly.

Sooner or later, Snape was going to face it, just a little sooner or later.

No - I can't share a table with Harry today!

I'll have to move somewhere else...

Ron shuddered at the thought of Snape's cold eyes.

He felt that if the Boggart stood in front of him, then it would most likely change from a big spider to Snape.

I'm sorry, my friend!

Ron looked at Harry's dejected back and thought silently in his heart.

Inside Potions class.

The basement, which was originally gloomy and cold, is even more bitterly cold in winter.

Lorne sat in the corner and pulled out two cauldrons.

Tom didn't come out with him today, but hid in the room and slept by the fire.

No way, after all, it's just a pet...

Although this pet knows more than Lorne.

With a crisp sound, the huge door opened.

Snape walked to the podium with a big stride and a gloomy face.

Ever since he walked into the classroom, his eyes were locked on Harry, who had his head down.

However, to Snape's surprise, the red-haired Weasley next to Harry had moved to the back corner.

Staying with Neville.

Seeing this, Snape couldn't help but sneer.

Harry Potter, it's not a good feeling to be betrayed by a friend...

"Start class now, put away all your useless textbooks!"

With a slightly stiff voice, the Potions class was about to begin.

"Harry Potter, I remember saying in the first class—"

The lesson had just begun, when Snape walked up to Harry and said in a weird manner,

"The crucible is meant to be held with two hands, are you ready to burn to death with one hand now?"

"Gryffindor deducts ten!"

Ron, who noticed Harry's side, couldn't help but pat his chest with rejoice.

Thankfully, I didn't go past today.

In the corner, Lorne looked up at Snape, who was looking for fault in the distance, and then looked down at the crucible he was holding.

"Did he say this in his first class?"

He couldn't help but ask the little witch.

(There's another chapter!)