Potions class basement.

It is colder than the main building of the castle, and there are various glass jars along the wall, and the stuffed animals in it are chilling on the back.

Professor Snape was a straight-forward man.

His class starts with a roll call.

"Hermione Granger."

"arrive."

"Draco Malfoy."

"Godfather, I am here."

"Harry Potter."

At the thought of this name, Snape's lips curved into a sarcastic smile.

The bitter and mean words have come to the lips, and they are about to blurt out...

Harry took the initiative to speak, grabbing the right to speak: "Hello, Professor Snape. I'm Lily Evans' child."

"Maybe you don't remember the name, but I will always remember it."

"She was my mother who died to protect me."

As he spoke, Harry blinked his emerald green eyes with a sad expression on his face, as if he was about to speak.

After a while, he said, "Mother mentioned you many times in her diary, saying that you are her very important friend."

Climb the relationship, pull the friendship.

Even, Harry used "child" instead of "son" when introducing himself.

These deceitful speaking skills caused Malfoy beside Harry to give him a contemptuous look.

It's a pity that Snape I's fame was eventually lost to the word "love".

The ten thousand year spare tire potions professor felt like his heart would melt when he saw Harry's emerald green eyes.

Confused, he didn't have the energy to get distracted to expose Harry's little tricks.

Snape's lips trembled slightly, and he asked with difficulty, "The diary? Do you still keep it?"

The sadness on Harry's face deepened.

He sighed: "I was burned by my cousin Dali on my ninth birthday."

"I remember very clearly..."

"That day, my uncle lost a horse bet, made an excuse to beat me hard and starved me all day."

Poor Snape's heart softened by being fooled.

The dark eyes that were originally empty, deep and emotionless became like a pool of warm springs.

Those bitter and mean words will never be spoken again.

anyway.

In front of her is Lily's child.

Snape slowly closed his eyes, his facial muscles twisted slightly.

Is the kid who burned Lily's diary called Dali?

He remembered.

When he's free, he'll take a trip to Privet Drive and let the **** Muggle know...

What will happen if you touch the half-blood prince's reverse scale.

...

For five days in a row, Snape used various excuses to give Ravenclaw extra points.

This made Harry the most popular freshman at the academy.

On the contrary, the contempt of his little friend Malfoy for him is increasing day by day.

On this day, when Harry returned to the dormitory, a broom flew towards him.

Snapped!

Harry held the broomstick tightly in his hand, tilted his head and asked, "What's the situation?"

"A guy with bad views."

Malfoy didn't immediately respond to his question, but instead said sarcastically: "If your previous statement doesn't work, are you still planning to take classes in women's clothing?"

Harry smiled strangely: "It's a good idea, but unfortunately it doesn't work."

Severus Snape was Draco Malfoy's godfather, and when the former clearly began to favor Harry, Malfoy was still a little tasteful.

Between life and death comrades, there is not so much preoccupation.

After a few jokes, I didn't take it to heart.

After the two chatted for a while, the topic returned to the broom in Harry's hand.

Four custom-made [Light Wheel OP] are gifts from Lucius Malfoy to his son and his friends.

Both Hermione and Neville had a share.

"Huaxia ebony handle, anti-curse plating, highly polished, adhesive spell and auto-positioning spell ensure the rider doesn't fall to his death."

Harry is like an expert on broomsticks: "The powerful vibration control function and magic engine, it only takes two and a half seconds to go from standstill to full speed."

"This custom model, your father is willing to make four at one time?"

Malfoy curled his lips: "In about three days, my father will send a roaring letter saying that I didn't get into Slytherin House, and it was a shame for the pure blood family."

"So, I responded in advance."

Harry came interested: "How did you do it?"

In the prophecy class, Professor Wang Yan let them see the "big things" that would happen around them in the future.

Most of the apprentices acted as crappy prophets, trying to use their foresight to look handsome in front of little girls.

To Harry, that was the most boring move.

Few people make good use of this.

"I stifled that roaring letter in the cradle."

A wicked smile appeared on Malfoy's face: "Two days ago, I wrote a letter to tell my father to convince him..."

"I came to Ravenclaw to find the crown of the founder, Ravenclaw, to gain endless knowledge, and to possess supreme power, so as to replace Voldemort's position and become the next Dark Lord to rule the world."

"In the letter, I expressed my disdain and contempt for Voldemort - this part, there is no falsehood."

"Unbelievable, how on earth did Voldemort, the fool who always makes mistakes, dominate the wizarding world?"

"I even wrote a planner for grades one through seven, making sure my dad thought that every step I took seemed feasible."

Harry puffed with a cigarette in his mouth: "So, Mr. Lucius was scared by you?"

"He didn't expect that his son would have such 'ambition'?"

While playing with the custom nimbus OP broom, he smiled wickedly: "If my son was like you, I would definitely break his legs."

Malfoy said noncommittally: "The best way to make people ignore one thing is another shocking thing."

He shook the nimbus OP broom in his hand, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned: "As a result... you saw it too."

Draco Malfoy didn't pay much attention to his father's mental journey, but after turning his head a little, he probably understood.

It was nothing more than a gradual change of shock, worry, relief, and silent attention.

Neither of them took the "next generation of the Dark Lord" to heart.

Are there 100,000 people who died because of Voldemort?

During World War II, about 15 million people died because of Hitler.

The difference between the two cannot be reasonably calculated.

The survival quartet is not interested in playing "grade domination" games with their peers.

Not even intending to fight for power in the magic world.

The true meaning of magic is worth pursuing in a lifetime.

Their leisure time is spent forever in the library.

With the growth of knowledge and experience, the fear of Voldemort in the heart of the four people is decreasing day by day.

To Harry and Malfoy, the so-called Dark Lord was a joke.

Only the individuals who put all human beings under the ruthless rule of high pressure and darkness are qualified to call themselves "Dark Lord"!

By the standards of the two, the first-generation Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald could only be regarded as a countryman with self-contained force.

The second-generation Dark Lord, Voldemort, was slightly better, but he was barely considered a mafia.

They are all invisible forces.

The real dark power, the power that can cover the sky and the sun, must have three points:

Complete organization.

Reasonable way for people to ascend.

The general outline of the hypocritical charter that can be presented to outsiders without being hated.

None of these, the Death Eaters.

When Harry and Malfoy were talking, Hermione suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two: "Don't you realize that your position is very strange?"

"Normal people will automatically be brought into the [Brave] perspective, right..."

"Why, you all think from the perspective of the Dark Lord?"

The question stumped Malfoy and Harry.

The two looked at each other and saw each other's confusion.

Perhaps, in the 360 ​​days of the small world of famine, not only their three views, personal characteristics, skills, but also some deeper things were reshaped.

They have become accustomed to plundering other creatures to provide for themselves.

Confusion was quickly replaced by Qingming.

perhaps……

It's not them, but the world who have three wrong views.