Ravenclaw roommates

Then Snape narrowed his eyes and strode out of the Third Floor Corridor, returning to his office down in the dungeons...

I seemed to see Lily's eyes tonight. I'm in a good mood. I'll warn Quirrell another time.

Tomorrow evening would be a good time to have a proper talk with Quirrell and see just what he wants to do!

The first lesson tomorrow morning seems to be first-year Ravenclaw's Potions Class again. I wonder whether Potter's talent is exactly like his mother's...

Because Harry had not gone to Gryffindor this time.

Although he had not come to Slytherin, either, at least it made it less easy for Snape to see him as James Potter...

Being in Ravenclaw meant liking to study; being in Gryffindor meant making mischief.

It was a prejudice, but Snape could not shake it.

With Potter in Ravenclaw, perhaps he really was unlike his father and was instead as likable as his mother?

Whenever he thought of those emerald-green eyes, Professor Snape could not help feeling ripples stir in his otherwise still heart.

It had been that way ten years ago, and ten years later, it remained the same.

She felt deeply guilty that she had become a Death Eater and done those things...

She really had liked Lily once, and she admitted that, back then, people throughout Hogwarts had actually treated her as a freak because of her orientation.

But she liked her. So what?

She had done nothing wrong, and besides, Lily had never rejected her back then...

Later, Lily, who had not been quite so bent, had gone straight again-who knew whether that damned James Potter had slipped her a Love Potion...

Only then had an enraged Snape uttered the word "Mudblood," breaking with Lily for good.

So many years had passed.

Yet what Snape regretted most was still that word, "Mudblood"...

"Lily..."

Of course, regret was no antidote.

There was no longer any way to tell the person concerned about that past love and hatred.

Lily had become a cold corpse and lay in eternal rest with James Potter in Godric's Hollow, with snow that never melted for company.

And now, the only way left to carry on that love and find redemption was to protect Potter's life and keep him from suffering at the Dark Lord's hands again...

She had been a Death Eater. She had betrayed Lily. She had hurt them...

She had the ability and the means-and even if there were no way, she had to find one-to protect Harry Potter!

He was Lily's only child, the one and only...

Of course, she hoped this Potter would not be like his disgusting father. Otherwise, she would certainly be unable to resist giving him a thorough going-over for a few years...

Looking at the photograph on his desk, Professor Snape fell silent for a while.

Then, without saying anything, he slipped the photograph back into the inner pocket of his robes, securing it firmly against his chest...

Click~

As the light in the Potions professor's office went out, darkness fell.

The Ravenclaw boys' dormitory had also quieted down considerably compared with an hour earlier.

Well, Harry's experience of his accommodations had been pretty wonderful.

Although he certainly would not be rooming with any of his four roommates from the original story now.

Ron had gone to the girls' dormitory. Hopefully, he would not argue with Hermione.

Dean, Seamus, and Neville were all over in Gryffindor now.

As for Harry's four roommates here, Harry had actually never heard of a single one of them in the original story...

That was normal, too. Although each year's intake of young wizards at Hogwarts was not large, it still numbered close to a hundred.

If Auntie Rowling had tried to write about every single one, she certainly could not have managed it. That was perfectly normal.

Not having heard of them did not mean they were bad people, much less that they would not achieve much in the future.

After all, who among those who could get into Ravenclaw did not have a clever little head on their shoulders?

His first roommate was a tall, thin Muggle-born boy just like him, named Ramos Volgan. He did not seem very good with words, but he was very friendly toward Harry.

According to him, if Harry ran into any trouble in the Muggle world, he could simply come to him. His family had a million pounds, and his father was also very happy to welcome other wizards as guests.

Yes, definitely the son of a wealthy businessman. Harry was a little envious.

Although he was a little shy, he seemed very easy to talk to.

He even gave Harry and each of their other three roommates a souvenir he had brought back from an earlier trip to Paris, prompting repeated exclamations of admiration from the two roommates from wizarding families.

Although they were not useful for anything, the things Muggles made were so pretty!

His second roommate was named Plappus Volvo.

His name looked very comical, and he was actually very witty and humorous when he spoke, too. Every few sentences, he would throw in a simple joke that had Harry and the other roommates laughing along.

Of course, his favorite jokes all seemed to be stories about goblins and dwarves...

He was a half-blood wizard. His mother was a witch, and his father was one of the executives at the Ford Motor Company over in the United States.

Harry really was a little curious why an executive at Ford would have the surname Volvo...

However, according to him, his father had also worked in Germany before, but had changed jobs...

Never mind. It's rather complicated, but easy enough to remember. That's pretty good.

Because of Harry's identity, both these roommates enthusiastically invited him to visit their homes during the Christmas holidays, hoping he would be sure to come.

Ramos said he could cover the travel expenses and all the other costs; Harry could simply enjoy himself without worrying.

Prapus went one better, immediately declaring that he could take Harry to get a proper taste of Miami's beaches across the Atlantic Ocean!

Furthermore, Prapus thumped his chest and declared that his parents would definitely love a friend like Harry, with his rosy lips, pearly white teeth, and pleasant way of speaking.

Of course, the other two roommates were not to be outdone. They also invited Harry, wanting to give him a wizarding Christmas completely different from one in the Muggle world.

Although neither of their families counted as pure-blood wizarding families, they did fit the broader definition of pure-blood wizards.

Cruise Stran and Cilia O'Byrne.

Their parents were all employees at the Ministry of Magic, and their families were not particularly wealthy.

However, since each was also the only son in his family, they had actually lived quite comfortably throughout their childhoods...

Their overall family incomes were not high, but their expenses were very low. They even had all kinds of benefits provided by the Ministry of Magic, making it genuinely difficult to associate them with the word "poor"...

Everyone had invited him, and Harry could not split himself into multiple people, so naturally, he could only politely decline them all.

"Next time" and "we'll see" were very useful turns of phrase, whether in the East or in Britain...