Two demigods are not safe yet?

Earlier, Harley had sensed three gazes from the direction of the teachers' table—gazes that had triggered a reaction in her spirituality.

One of them belonged to Dumbledore, which was normal; after all, that old man had already reached the formidable level of a demigod.

The gaze of a demigod-level powerhouse was not something one could remain indifferent to, even if Harley had once been a Witch of Agelessness. Not to mention, Harley was currently just a weak little Witch.

Another gaze originated from a man with a hooked nose.

His skin was sallow and his hair was greasy; he looked like someone who neither cared for his own physical maintenance nor practiced good hygiene.

This gave Harley a terrible first impression of him. If a person didn't even value their own body or practice hygiene, what else could they possibly cherish?

Furthermore, he was staring at Harley quite rudely, his expression appearing extremely agitated and excited.

When he realized Harley was looking back at him, the man even gave her a smile.

In particular, the man's gaze contained a series of very complex emotions.

However, Harley was not on the Spectator Pathway, so she couldn't interpret much information from it; she could only barely sense a kind of twisted affection within it.

This gave Harley the illusion that she was still a Pleasure Witch, and she instinctively activated her supernatural charm ability.

"What a creep," Harley muttered under her breath.

A senior student next to her leaned over and asked, "Miss Potter, what did you just say?"

"Nothing. Senior, may I ask what your name is?"

The senior smiled. "My name is Angelina Johnson. You can just call me Angelina."

Harley nodded. "Nice to meet you, Senior. You can just call me Harley."

"Thank you so much, Harley." Angelina smiled as she looked Harley over. "I really didn't expect you to be such a pretty girl.

We originally thought you would be a handsome young lad!

It seems the Daily Prophet occasionally tells the truth after all.

If you have any questions, feel free to come to me; I will answer them for you as best I can."

"Thank you, Sister Angelina!" Harley nodded obediently and said sweetly.

Angelina was instantly charmed, feeling as though she were facing a cute kitten.

She really wanted to pull Harley into her arms and ruffle that beautiful hair just like petting a cat.

"So cute!" Angelina managed to resist the urge to mess up Harley's hair.

"If anyone dares to bully you, just tell me, and I'll call the Gryffindor seniors to beat them up!

Hurry up and eat; your food is going to get cold." As she spoke, Angelina pointed to the steak in front of Harley.

"Try this steak; it's delicious with the black pepper sauce."

Only then did Harley realize the Sorting Ceremony had completely ended, and the table was full of delicacies. The students were all tucking in.

Harley served herself two pieces of steak, drizzled them with sauce, and while eating in small bites, she continued to watch the teachers' table out of the corner of her eye.

Of the previous gazes, if the first two were relatively friendly, the last one was extremely cold and had triggered a warning in her spirituality.

Although that gaze had already vanished, Harley had managed to remember its origin and found the person on the teachers' table.

It was a pale young man with a thick scarf wrapped around his head. It wasn't convenient to observe from Harley's angle, but she could just make out that he had wrapped the entire back of his head.

At this moment, he was bowing and scraping while talking to the black-haired teacher who had been looking at Harley earlier, his entire body slightly hunched as if he were terrified of that teacher.

From the shape of his mouth while he spoke, Harley could judge that the teacher wrapped in the scarf seemed to have a bit of a stutter.

However, Harley didn't dare underestimate him, because no one dared to underestimate a demigod. Yes, the professor with the scarf wrapped around his head seemed to be a demigod-level powerhouse.

But Harley felt a bit strange. When that professor had looked at her, his gaze sweeping over her had triggered a spiritual warning.

But now, as Harley stared at that professor, she didn't receive any warnings at all.

After all, Witches also belonged to a spellcasting pathway with high spiritual sensitivity, and Harley herself had spent a long time at the demigod level.

So, logically speaking, as Harley stared at that demigod professor, she should have received some kind of alert, even without activating Spirit Vision.

"Sister," Harley asked in a soft, sweet voice as she watched Senior Angelina finish what was in her mouth, "Who is that professor with the scarf wrapped around his head? And who is that greasy-haired, hooked-nose professor next to him?"

Angelina pulled back the hand she had been using to reach for a kidney pie, looked toward the teachers' table, and spoke to Harley in a near-whisper:

"That professor with the scarf is our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Quirinus Quirrell.

He was originally responsible for teaching Muggle Studies, a position he held since he graduated five years ago.

However, he resigned after teaching for three years, and after a long period of traveling abroad, he returned to Hogwarts and applied for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

It just so happened that the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quirrell's predecessor, left without notice, so Professor Quirrell got the job."

Angelina paused, looked at the hooked-nose professor, and told Harley in an even lower voice:

"That professor with the hooked nose who doesn't like to wash his hair is the Head of Slytherin and our Potions professor, Professor Severus Snape."

At this point, Angelina frowned. "This professor doesn't like Gryffindor and often uses all sorts of bizarre reasons to deduct points from Gryffindor."

"Then he probably doesn't like me either," Harley nodded, saying thoughtfully.

"He was staring at me earlier, and he kept his eyes locked right on mine. His gaze was honestly so unpleasant!"

Angelina smiled. "It's fine. Professor Snape might be excessive, but at most he'll just deduct some points; he wouldn't harm a student."

"Or rather, no one in this school would harm a student! Students are absolutely safe at Hogwarts. This is the safest school in the entire world, after all!"

That's for sure. Harley muttered to herself, after all, with a school equipped with one demigod-level powerhouse and another suspected demigod-level powerhouse, it certainly had to be safe.

Coupled with this castle full of spirituality, or rather, magic, even if an Angel of the Earth were to attack, it could probably hold out for a while.

Harley stopped asking questions and began to eat quickly. She sliced the steak gently, taking only small bites each time, and chewed with her mouth closed.

However, Harley's heart was not as calm as she appeared, especially with such a bizarre demigod lurking nearby, and one who harbored malice toward her at that.

I must find a way to recover my strength as quickly as possible. I didn't expect this world to be so unsafe after all!

Harley made a secret resolution and prepared to devote more time to the study of Potions.