Rebirth of HP

After breakfast, Harry was led by the prefect to go to Transfiguration class with his first-year Slytherin classmates.The prefect just led them to the door of the classroom and left.At this time, there were no other people in the Transfiguration classroom. With Gryffindor's character, he would not arrive early even for his own dean's class.When Harry, as temporary head, led a class of first-year Slytherins into the classroom, there was only a tabby cat on the podium.Harry stepped forward, saluted the cat, and then led the Slytherins to the left seat.The others didn't know why, but they learned from it. They already believed that Potter would not do anything that did not comply with the "Slytherin Rules".

Pansy, who likes cats, wanted to go up and touch the kitten, but she gave up after seeing Harry's attitude.

Finally, when the Slytherins sat down and opened their books and began to read, the Gryffindor students appeared in groups of three or four, fighting and fighting. Until 3 minutes after class, everyone still did not wait for McGonagall Professor, the Gryffindors were noisy, and the Slytherins were in stark contrast to them.Harry was very glad that he didn't choose Gryffindor again, otherwise, with his current temper, how could he bear it?

Harry peeked at Professor McGonagall, is it because everyone is not here?

Sure enough, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and all the Slytherins turned to see who was late for so long, but Harry didn't even look back, he knew who it was - he hadn't noticed it since breakfast Neville and Ron.

Sure enough, when the cat on the podium jumped down and turned into Professor McGonagall, the Slytherins were thankful that they respected the cat as much as Harry did and did not do anything out of the ordinary.

"Oh, Harry, how did you know it was from the professor?" Blaise whispered in surprise.

"Professor Snape said." Harry hurriedly pushed it to Severus, he didn't want people to see anything.

"Oh." Both Draco and Blaise nodded. It seems that the dean called Harry away last night, and he really went to confess to Harry.

"I think, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Longbottom, I need to turn one of you into a clock, so that at least one of you will not be late..." Professor McGonagall has always been extremely fair and strict, and for the first class The cubs who dared to be late even had a bad face, even if one of them was "one of the saviors", it was useless.

"We...we're lost." Harry heard Ron's explanation, and Neville didn't dare to say a word, but just sniffed softly, obviously a little frightened.

"Oh? Then turn it into a map? Oh, I believe you don't need directions when you walk back to your seat, right?" Professor McGonagall turned and walked up to the podium. Harry thought the green-patterned black robe was very beautiful.

Many little snakes laughed out loud without any scruples, and Harry shook his head helplessly—could it be said that no matter how many ages passed, Slytherin would turn into a reckless lion whenever he met Gryffindor?

That's right, Slytherin and Gryffindor take all public classes together, which is a tradition handed down from the era of the Big Four.Harry asked the Big Four, why should Gryffindor and Slytherin be taught together?Obviously knowing that the two colleges are not compatible, even if the first deans of the two colleges are happy friends, but students who are so mismatched can't be asked to... er, "love each other", can't they?

So, in the end, it was Rowena who solved Harry's confusion - just to watch the fun...

It turned out that it was Slytherin's own idea. He saw that the little snakes had little expressions, were so boring, and needed stimulation, so he came up with this idea.And what a sense of accomplishment to bully a lion. ——This is really bad fun...

Watching Professor McGonagall introduce Transfiguration, Harry listened very carefully, and compared it with Helga's Transfiguration class, he found that Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class was not as good as the theoretical introduction. Helga.But it has its own characteristics, and Harry himself can be regarded as a master, so he naturally understands that every wizard is different.Helga paid more attention to theory, but Professor McGonagall obviously didn't talk much about the theory.Harry already had his own system, so when he came to listen to Professor McGonagall's class, it was easier for him to come up with some new ideas of his own.

After that, because of Professor McGonagall's beautiful practice of turning scraps of paper into butterflies and flying away, the little lions who were stunned began to learn excitedly. As for the little snake?Looking at their nonchalant looks, one can tell that these cunning guys have long known that the difficulty of transfiguration cannot be achieved overnight.

Harry himself understood the principles of transfiguration very well under Helga's leadership, and he didn't find it difficult to turn the matches on the table into similar needles, and he didn't intend to let the Slytherins think he was easy to bully, So with just a wave of the opal wand, the dozen or so matches in front of him immediately became obedient needles all at once.

"Oh, look, Mr. Potter succeeded, it turned out to be group transformation." Professor McGonagall immediately noticed the difference in Harry, "Oh, very good, 20 points for Slytherin! For you to master group transformation in advance." He added double points without hesitation. Professor McGonagall was a fair professor. Harry always knew that she would love students with outstanding talents, regardless of which college they were from.From this point of view, Harry felt that McGonagall was much better than Dumbledore.

"Professor, thank you very much, I have practiced before, so I was able to go so smoothly." Harry said humbly. One of the "Slytherin Code of Conduct": The more ostentatious the moment, the more humility must be kept in mind.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, even so, you are hardworking and good enough, you know, not every 11-year-old wizard can do mass transformation." Professor McGonagall highly praised Harry, "Come on, Mr. Potter, can you try to make the needle more beautiful, such as adding some patterns?"

"Yes, Professor." Seeing Professor McGonagall's encouraging eyes, Harry waved his wand again, "As you wish."

Green fine gemstones and beautiful S-shaped lines appeared on more than a dozen silver needles, as luxurious as handicrafts.

"Oh, Mr. Potter, this is simply a handicraft. Can you give me one as a souvenir? Oh, it's so beautiful." Professor McGonagall sighed.

"Of course, as long as you like it, but, I think, maybe you'll like this—" He said, waving his wand at one of them again, and the emerald on it turned red, "Professor, with you Your robe will be beautiful."

"True hypocrisy..."

"A sycophant..."

The Gryffindor cubs saw that their Headmaster liked a little snake, and there were some envious whispers of cursing.

"What a genius, Harry. Oh, 20 points in Slytherin. Just like your parents, a genius." Professor McGonagall glared at those people, praised Harry without hesitation, and touched him lovingly as he spoke. Harry's little head took over Harry's work and put it on his chest happily, "James and Lily will be happy. Good boy."

Harry didn't say anything, just smiled a little embarrassedly.

Transfiguration class ended soon, and Harry led the Slytherins towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. It took a while to walk from the fifth floor to the third floor, and Harry carried his schoolbag in his hand.He was thinking about how to get along with Quirrell, but at this moment, a black figure stopped all the Slytherins who were moving towards the third floor.

"You, come with me first." Snape held Harry, "for... some... er, small problems." Snape said in a low, soft voice, causing the little snakes to slap chills.

"Uh... yes, Professor." Harry immediately followed his dean.Draco looked at his godfather's impatient look, and then at Harry, who was a little confused. Both of them had normal expressions, but why, did they always feel that something was wrong?

Then, everyone watched as Harry was dragged by the gloomy Professor Snape to the third floor through another corridor.

"What's the matter, Sev?" Harry asked the Snake King when he entered the teacher's secret passage.

"This is for you." Snape said angrily, handing over three bottles of potions.

"Huh? Magic Stabilizer, Soul Stabilizer, and Physique Enhancer?" Harry smelled the potion and asked in surprise.

"Since you don't have time to brew potions today." Snape knew that Harry needed these potions every day, so he brewed them for him overnight last night.

"Then, these materials will be handed over to Sif." Harry took the materials sent by home this morning from his schoolbag and handed them to Snape, then drank the potion in three gulps.

"If you need to research potions, I hope you don't mess around in the dormitory." Snape said, "I think the experimental facilities in my cellar should be able to meet your requirements."

"Sev, well, I think you're right," said Harry, "but won't Dumbledore be suspicious of us being so close?"

"Has the great gray scorpion's brain turned into slug mucus? You are a Slytherin now, and I, the dean, naturally need to pay more attention. Well, as for the others, I think I can still be a double agent for many years." Handle it." Snape reminded with sarcasm.

Why didn't Harry know what Lord Snake King was thinking? He nodded, "I understand." Then he asked again, "So, what do you want me to do in the weekend chief battle?"

"Mr. Potter, may I remind you, you are now a Slytherin..." Snape curled his lips.

Harry nodded understandingly, returned the potion bottle to the professor, and hugged his man by the way, before going to class contentedly.