The Little Lions' Ordeal

The Little Lions' Ordeal

Do you know what it feels like to be famous? Do you know what it feels like to have countless fans? Do you know what it is like when everyone who sees you stares as though they have just encountered an alien?

Harry knew very well now. As he walked along, anyone who knew who he was was talking about him, without caring in the slightest how loudly they were speaking.

Stars always said they had no privacy and that it was annoying. Harry had always thought they were putting on an act, but now that he had become a "big star," he realized they were damn right!

As Harry endured the strange looks from his classmates, he silently thought, If heaven gave me another chance, I would definitely choose, "I still want to be the Savior!" That was right, that was the choice. Only an idiot would not want to be the Savior!

Hermione kept a straight face, clutching her books as she glared away a student who had been staring curiously at Harry. "Don't you find them annoying?"

Harry said helplessly, "There's nothing we can do about it. Anyone who grew up hearing my story would be curious after seeing the real person. But it's only temporary. Once they realize that I'm just a student like them, always around them, those feelings will gradually fade."

"Of course, if I happen to do something outstanding, their curiosity will turn into admiration and reverence, until they push me into the ranks of legendary wizards, just like Professor Dumbledore!"

Hermione put on a mocking expression. "You want to compare yourself to Professor Dumbledore? Who knows how long it will take before you can reach that level?"

Harry did not mind. "It's only a matter of time. Everyone knows about the aura I have."

"All right, we're here!" As they spoke, the two arrived at the Potions classroom.

First-year students only had seven subjects to study: Flying, History of Magic, Potions, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, and Transfiguration.

They were about to attend their first Potions class. It had taken them quite some effort to find the classroom, because it was actually located in the basement, cold and damp.

Several rows of desks stood inside the classroom, with a small blackboard at the front. It looked much like any other classroom, except the wooden shelves lining both walls were packed with glass jars of every size, containing animal organs submerged in liquid or strange, unusual plants!

Harry and Hermione found seats and sat down. Before long, the other students entered as well. Sure enough, as soon as they came in, they could not help rubbing their arms, hoping to warm themselves up a little.

The desks were arranged in two sections with an aisle down the middle. A dark figure entered from the back. He had greasy black hair, and his long black robes dragged across the floor like rolling waves. (Luo Bei: These two features could be said to be Snape's most memorable traits.)

Snape strode forward as though he were the very embodiment of darkness. The moment he entered, an uncomfortable atmosphere settled over the room, and no one dared say another word.

Snape stared coldly at the entire class. Under his gaze, none of the little lambs dared raise their heads. His black eyes were like two venomous snakes!

Then he spoke loudly, as though luring them into the world of potions.

His brief introduction not only described the magical allure of potions, but also displayed his supreme authority.

Snape expressionlessly took out the roll book and called attendance one by one. Sure enough, when he reached Harry's name, he paused. He looked at Harry with a half-smile, while Harry smiled back at him.

I refuse to believe you can look into these eyes, the same as my mother's, and feel nothing! The facts proved that he truly deserved his reputation as a master of deception.

His voice was hollow. "So, the famous Harry Potter."

The Slytherin first-years all laughed, with Malfoy laughing the loudest.

"Tell me, Mr. Potter, what would I get if I added powdered asphodel root to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape suddenly asked.

The students were all stunned for a moment, then hurriedly searched their memories, but their faces were blank.

Just as Snape wore a smug expression and prepared to mock him, an even voice rang out. "Powdered asphodel root and wormwood can be used to brew a powerful sleeping potion called a Draught of Living Death."

"Professor Snape, am I correct?" Harry did not forget to cast a provocative glance at Snape.

Snape's face twitched as he quickly asked, "If I told you to find me a bezoar, where would you look?"

"Of course, in a cow's stomach."

Snape's voice suddenly grew louder. "Mr. Potter, then tell me, what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"In fact, there is no difference at all, Professor," Harry answered again.

Snape's face was filled with rage, but he could only suppress it. He turned and roared at the other students, "You idiots, do you all know these things? Why aren't you writing them down?"

"Sit down," Snape said coldly.

"Shouldn't you be awarding Gryffindor points?"

Snape immediately looked at Harry. "Talking casually during class. Five points from Gryffindor!!" The little lambs below all trembled in fright.

Hermione had just been about to raise her hand when Harry hurriedly stopped her. If Hermione stood up, it would probably only give Snape an even better excuse.

But this was only the beginning...

After that, Snape began the practical lesson, with students working in pairs. Harry looked worriedly at Neville. Neville was absolutely born to clash with Potions class. Who knew how many times his cauldron had exploded because of Potions, how many mistakes he had made, or how many times Snape had scolded him... It was definitely a dark chapter in his life, and because of it, Snape had become the person he feared most!

"Seamus, your fire is too high. One point from Gryffindor."

"Ron, look at the mess you've made. One point from Gryffindor!"

Bang! Neville's cauldron finally exploded!

"Idiot! Hurry up and take him to the hospital wing. Five points from Gryffindor!"

After class, the Gryffindor students left the classroom in a sorrowful mood.

Hermione said angrily, "Why does he have to take so many points from Gryffindor? Slytherin made mistakes too, and your potion was so well made, yet he deliberately pretended not to see it. It's completely unfair!"

Harry patted Hermione on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Little girl, let me tell you something. Remember it well: to Snape, Slytherin's mistakes are not mistakes, while Gryffindor doing the right thing is a mistake!" Hermione immediately fell into conflicted thought.

The two Gryffindor students behind them were moved to tears when they heard those words. Afterward, the saying quickly spread throughout Gryffindor House and became a warning motto followed by countless little lions!!

Snape was truly someone they could not afford to provoke!

Luo Bei: Some readers said Harry should learn the magic from the novel and then crush the Dark Lord! Haha... let's forget that. After all, it would change my original intention. But even without learning that forbidden curse, Harry could still crush the Dark Lord!

Today, I'll explain why Malfoy and Ron are sworn enemies! Below is an essay I found online.

Whenever we see them trading insults, we think of their families: the Malfoy family and the Weasley family.

This was actually Rowling's most subconscious idea, born from her cultural background.

In the original work, they began arguing the first time they met on the train, and Malfoy spoke to Ron with an arrogant attitude. Malfoy was arrogant, but he would not normally be so casually hostile. Why was that?

Malfoy's mockery began with Weasley's red hair. Why did he say that? This involves United Kingdom culture.

Modern Britons have two major ancestral origins: the Germanic peoples and the Celts. The former were conquerors, while the latter were conquered. The differences between the two groups can be seen from their physical features. Celts have red hair, while the homelands of the three Germanic tribes were all near the Baltic Sea. This region lies at a very high latitude and receives little sunlight. The higher the latitude, the lighter a people's hair color.

In other words, Platinum-haired Malfoy was a victor, while red-haired Ron was a loser!

But why did Malfoy not initially show hostility toward Harry?

Think about it—Harry had black hair! What did that represent?

The earliest history of civilization in the United Kingdom began with the Roman Empire, and all European nations take pride in Roman civilization. Harry's black hair was a symbol of his noble bloodline; he had hair the same color as Julius Caesar! As a platinum-haired descendant of Germanic conquerors, it was normal for Malfoy to look down on Ron, a red-haired descendant of the Celts. But before Harry, with his black hair as a descendant of Julius Caesar, he could no longer flaunt his own noble bloodline!

Now everyone understands, right? Consider this a bit of knowledge about the United Kingdom.