My Damn Charm

"Uh."

Hearing Daphne beside him, Jerry was taken aback as well.

But he did not think there was anything wrong with Daphne. After all, as a Slytherin, it seemed perfectly normal for her to think that way.

After all, that was the education and environment she had received since childhood.

But Jerry was not a typical Slytherin, nor did he hold Slytherin's rotten ideas.

A person's strength had little to do with the purity of their bloodline. What mattered most was their own strength.

External things were ultimately just external. As long as you were strong enough, you would be the one making the rules.

"Daphne, no one can influence me. I—Jerry Carmen—as a Slytherin, will become the most powerful Wizard in this world."

Jerry looked at Daphne with a firm gaze, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.

Daphne's body stiffened. The dissatisfaction in her eyes vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but wholehearted admiration.

My damn charm—heh... ptui. No, those lines were seriously cringey, but kids really did fall for this stuff!

As a Slytherin, if he refuted Daphne now and said that pure-blood theory was wrong and so on, it would surely provoke the dissatisfaction of all the Slytherins once word got out.

But if he drew a clear line between himself and Hermione and the others now, that would not sit right with him either. Besides, in the entire school, Hermione was truly the only one who could keep up with his pace, communicate with him, and improve together with him.

Moreover, getting along well with Harry would definitely have plenty of positive effects with Dumbledore.

Just look: such an outstanding Slytherin, yet he had no bloodline prejudice and was willing to be friends with Gryffindors and Muggle-born Little Wizards.

Wasn't that exactly what Dumbledore wanted to see?

Otherwise, if Dumbledore treated him as a second Voldemort, that would be rather troublesome.

"Jerry, you might not necessarily be the best Wizard. There's me too!"

Hermione replied indignantly from beside him.

Harry and Ron, who were beside Hermione, also showed a trace of admiration in their gazes as they looked at Jerry.

"Hmph, how can you compare to Jerry!"

Daphne immediately mocked Hermione.

At that moment, the entire Potions Class classroom suddenly fell silent—so silent that a pin drop could be heard.

Professor Snape, dressed in black Wizard Robes and wearing an expression capable of frightening a three-year-old to tears, had appeared at the entrance to the Potions Class classroom.

Which professor at Hogwarts frightened the Little Wizards the most?

It was not Dumbledore, the strongest and greatest Wizard, nor was it McGonagall, the strictest and most stern professor in the school.

It was Professor Snape, who wore an expressionless face all day, seemed incomparably gloomy, and looked as though he would hit you with the most terrifying and evil Dark Magic the moment he got angry.

Even the Slytherin Little Wizards felt a chill in their hearts whenever they saw their Head of House.

Snape held a wand in one hand and the Potions Class textbook in the other. Like a great bat, he strode swiftly to the podium.

Like the other professors, he first took out the attendance register.

But when he called Harry's name, he suddenly paused. Then he raised his head, shot Harry a sharp look, and said mockingly in a low voice:

"Harry Potter. Our new arrival, the famous one."

Little Malfoy and his two companions, seated in the back, covered their mouths and snickered.

After saying that, Snape continued taking attendance.

When he reached Jerry Carmen, he paused again, his tone carrying a hint of praise.

"Very good. Unlike certain people whose reputations exceed their abilities, you earned more than twenty points right after school began. That is what excellence looks like!"

What a blatant comparison. Snape really does hate Harry—or rather, he's exceptionally partial to Slytherin students!

Jerry inwardly complained.

After all, the points Hermione had earned over the past few days were not much fewer than his. It was just that Hermione had earned all her points for Gryffindor, so Snape had skipped right over her during attendance.

Little Malfoy, who had been laughing at Snape's mockery of Harry, turned green the moment he heard Jerry being praised—green like the lighting in the Slytherin Common Room.

Setting down the attendance register, Snape looked at all the Little Wizards in the classroom with cold, hollow eyes and briefly introduced the subject of Potions.

Jerry summed it up: this subject was amazing and formidable, and anyone who could not learn it was an idiot.

Once his opening remarks were over, Snape immediately launched a series of sharp questions about Potions at Harry.

Harry was not Hermione, nor was he some abnormal Little Wizard. There was no way he could have memorized that difficult and obscure book, "Magical Drafts and Potions," before school started.

Using that as an excuse, Snape mocked Harry again.

Even Jerry, who had expected it long ago, could not help sympathizing with Harry for a few seconds.

If Harry had not suffered countless grievances while growing up at Aunt's home and developed a strong heart, any other Little Wizard would probably have been frightened to tears by Snape by now.

In truth, Jerry knew that although Snape was willing to protect Harry with his life, it was only because Harry was the child of Lily, the woman Snape loved most.

With an appearance extremely similar to James, his former sworn enemy, and having entered Gryffindor as well, it was hard for Snape not to hate Harry.

If it had been Hali instead, and she had entered Slytherin, Snape probably would not have had this attitude.

"Jerry Carmen, answer those questions just now!"

After a round of mockery, Snape looked at Harry's green eyes, so like Lily's, paused for a moment, then directly ignored Hermione beside Harry, whose hand was raised high, and ordered Jerry.

Jerry sighed helplessly, but still stood up.

He did not want to get involved right now. Harry was already miserable enough, and Hermione's hand was raised so high.

But Snape had directly called on him, so he could only stand up and answer honestly.

"Powdered root of asphodel and wormwood can be combined to make a powerful sleeping potion, the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from a goat's stomach and has powerful antidotal properties. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant, both commonly known as aconite."

"Ten points to Slytherin!"

Snape nodded in satisfaction, and the Slytherin Little Wizards immediately erupted into cheers.

Even Goyle and Crabbe could not resist applauding, though Little Malfoy stopped them with a murderous glare.

"Ten points straight away. Just as expected of you, Professor Snape!"

Snape's blatant favoritism made even Jerry feel a little embarrassed.