Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 289: Miss Granger is played by a bad woman
Go back a little in time, another world.

Friday morning.

"Harry, have you prepared for Potions?"

Hermione stirred her oats with some concern.

“All I see is…”

"No."

Harley said without hesitation.

"I thought you knew that I never prepared for any of my classes."

She spent most of her spare time on Voldemort's soul fragments and had no time to prepare for class.

Especially after what happened on Wednesday night, Harley's need for strength had grown a little more.

It was true that Fudge was frightened, but an elite Auror like Kingsley adapted quickly.

If it were a more experienced Auror, such as Mad-Eye Moody.

I'm afraid Harley will have to throw the Transformers out at the beginning.

To be honest, although Transformers are good at attacking, they are not so good in other aspects.

Therefore, Harley accelerated her research on turning soul fragments into servants.

It also adds a project on how to take advantage of Voldemort's identity as the heir of Slytherin to fleece the Slytherins.

'Wait, Slytherin seems to be related to Merlin?'

Harry, whose mind was full of the Servant Project, suddenly made a connection with the past.

In wizarding legend, Merlin graduated from Slytherin, but this is of course just a legend.

The Arthurian legend predates the founding of Hogwarts.

If Merlin wants to graduate, he has to learn how to travel through time in units of hundreds of years in order to succeed.

However, although the legend is false, it does not prevent Harry from doing something with it.

She immediately opened the chat group and found Ram.

Harley: Ram, can you get Merlin's spiritual base data?
"You mean to say that your usual performance in class is all learned on the spur of the moment?"

Hermione stared at Harry in disbelief.

"Yes, I thought my performance in Herbology and History of Magic showed that."

Harley, who was sending the message, replied casually.

After receiving the message, Atram immediately replied to Harley.

Type-Moon: Only a computer-simulated spiritual base.

This answer made Harry feel a little regretful.

Type-Moon: Merlin has the ability to see the present and partially predict the future.

Type-Moon: Unless it is the FGO world line, it cannot be summoned at all.

Halle: Yeah.

The simulated spiritual base should be enough, at worst we can add some other things in it.

Harley: By the way, FGO hasn't intervened on your side yet?
Type-Moon: No, I think it’s all thanks to Aige.

Atram really wants to meet Chaldea of ​​FGO, after all, he was once the master of FGO.

Well, an old African resident who spent over two hundred and got nothing.

Halle: That's a shame.

Type Moon: Indeed.

After chatting for a few more words, Hari and Ram said goodbye and turned their attention away from the chat group.

Then she saw Miss Beaver, who was silent.

Harley instantly understood Miss Beaver's condition.

'That won't do.'

"Are you angry again?"

she asked.

"No."

Hermione stuffed food into her mouth with an attitude that she was about to eat to death.

"You're just mad at me."

Harley continued to pester.

"No, I just..."

Hermione turned to look at Harry, her heart was uneasy at the sight of those toad-green eyes.

"I'm just mad at myself."

She turned her head away again and fiddled with her breakfast with her fork.

"Hermione, sometimes I really don't understand what you are anxious about."

Although Harry said this, she actually knew it very well.

"You are smart enough and work hard enough. You are only a little bit away from becoming one of the great wizards whose names are recorded in history."

"I'm not as good as you say."

Miss Beaver had evidently listened.

Although she didn't think she was that great, Harley's praise still made her a little happy.

"You are much better than I said. Haven't you noticed that the average level of young wizards our age is?"

Harley asked back.

Look at Seamus who can use the levitation spell as an explosion spell, and then look at Malfoy's two followers who have wizard bodies but are comparable to ordinary people's bodyguards.

Hermione, who has already taught herself fourth-grade spells, is simply a god of literature.

Sometimes Harry really wondered if Hermione had sucked the brains of this class away.

But considering that there were such idiots in other grades, she ruled that out.

"But I'm still not as good as you."

Hermione's voice gradually faded away again.

"Compared with me? Really?"

Harley asked back with an exaggerated expression.

"Who am I? The savior? Haven't you seen the newspaper?"

"I see, the savior."

Hermione was somewhat surprised at how active Harry's facial muscles were.

"Isn't that okay?"

Harley continued.

"So, don't push yourself so hard. There is no such thing in the wizarding world that says you will be sent directly to Azkaban if you fail an exam."

"What helicopter? Azkaban is not a school."

Hermione retorted instinctively.

"Who said it wasn't? Azkaban has always been the superior college of Hogwarts. Many graduates with outstanding academic performance go there for further studies."

Harry couldn't accept Hermione's rebuttal.

It has the most suitable atmosphere for studying (an isolated island surrounded by the sea);

Adequate teaching resources (multi-skilled prisoners per capita);
The enthusiastic and rigorous graduation examiner (the guard who waits to suck souls every day, the Dementor).

It's simply the perfect place to study.

"They didn't go there for further studies, they went there for committing crimes."

Hermione stressed to Harry.

Because of Harry's argument, Hermione is now in a much more normal mood.

"In the world of ordinary people, old thieves in prison will teach newcomers skills so that they can commit bigger crimes."

Then he watched with a smile as the petty thieves were caught and sentenced to heavier penalties.

"Normal prisons also teach prisoners skills to help them return to normal life after they are released."

Harley gave another example.

“So, prison is the academy.”

She summarized.

"Crime is a barrier to admission. You can't ignore the value of their school just because their admission method is strange."

"This……"

Hermione, who was still a child, had never heard of these things.

Although she instinctively felt that something was wrong, she couldn't find any reason to argue and could only stare at Harry with wide eyes.

"Okay, stop looking at me and eat quickly. We have to go to Potions class."

Harry devoured his breakfast at the speed of light.

Although Hermione was still not convinced, she felt that not being late for Potions class was more important than arguing with Harry.

So she lowered her head and picked up what was left of the plate.

"Also, I'm not not looking down on you by not preparing for the class, but because I have more important things to deal with."

A rather soft voice rang in Hermione's ears, but she could clearly tell it was Harry's voice.

Hermione turned her head and saw Harry smiling at her.

So Hermione immediately lowered her head, with a noticeable blush on her face.

"Are you telling the truth? About ordinary people's prisons." Daphne asked curiously.

Malfoy, Pansy, and some other little snakes pricked up their ears, looking like they were listening to a story.

Once again, Harry felt how lacking in entertainment there was for the young wizards in the wizarding world.

No wonder a group of senior time travelers all chose cultural projects as the starting point for their entrepreneurship.

Maybe she should find something to earn some pocket money.

"almost."

Harley answered casually while thinking about these distracting thoughts.

“There was even an organization established inside Soviet prisons that specialized in selecting and training criminals for criminal activities.”

That is the famous legal thief.

"Muggles, I mean the government of ordinary people doesn't care?"

Pansy corrected her wording.

"Yes, but there are always many people who go astray, otherwise Azkaban wouldn't have so many new inmates every year."

Harry wiped his mouth and finished his breakfast.

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, she called out:
"Let's go, it's time to go to Potions class. Don't keep the Dean waiting too long."

……

"Harley, someone asked me to give you this note."

Just when Harry and others were about to go downstairs, a student from another college suddenly came to the door.

He quickly walked through the crowd, handed over a note, and then quickly disappeared.

"Thank you."

Harry took the note.

As expected, this was written by Hagrid.

He asked her about her experience at school and invited her to have afternoon tea with him at 3pm, just like in the book.

Harley put the note away.

She originally thought that Hagrid, the half-blood giant, would cancel the invitation because she was sorted into Slytherin house.

It seems that I am the villain.

Harry reflected on himself for a moment, then led the team to the Potions classroom.

Snape's opening was the same as the Charms class, starting with roll call.

He read out everyone's name quickly, like a dead person, without any fluctuation.

Except for Harley.

No matter how hard he tried to hide it, Harry could hear the complex meaning behind it.

Especially when you read the last name Potter.

Regret, pain, disgust... the combination of multiple negative emotions made Harry very satisfied.

She even felt that she could eat three bowls of rice with this.

After the roll call, he began his classic opening remarks.

Things like "brewing honor" and "preventing death" made the little wizard's originally cold heart boil with blood, and he couldn't wait to start making medicine.

Oh no, it's about brewing potion.

"Miss Porter, what would happen if you added powdered narcissus root to an infusion of wormwood?"

Seeing that Harry was a little distracted, Snape still asked that classic question.

"I don't know. I suggest you ask Hermione."

Harry knew the answer to this question, of course, but she didn't want to argue with Snape about it.

The official explanation for this plot is that Snape is apologizing for the death of his mother.

But Harry is more inclined to believe that this was the original author Rowling burying an Easter egg through Snape's mouth.

As for expressing guilt, that was expressed by the author Rowling, not by Snape himself.

After all, judging from his attitude towards the male version of himself in the original work, it is hard to say that he expressed any guilt.

Besides, Snape wasn't that kind of person.

I guess the questions he asked here were just to see if Harry/Harley inherited his mother's talent for potions, nothing more.

"Well, Miss Granger."

Snape looked reluctantly at Granger.

Hermione raised her right hand the moment Harry spoke, with an expression that showed she couldn't wait.

"It's a dose of life and death water, a powerful sleeping pill."

After Snape called her name, Miss Beaver spewed out answers at machine gun speed.

“It’s scripted, but it’s correct.”

Snape said expressionlessly.

"One point to Slytherin for honesty and good recommendation, Miss Potter."

Then he did not continue to ask the follow-up questions in the original book, but turned and walked towards the blackboard, preparing for class.

"Where are Miss Granger's bonus points?"

Harry looked up and asked before Hermione could respond.

This made the Gryffindor students' eyes widen.

Although they knew that Hermione and Harry had a good relationship, they didn't expect her to speak at this juncture.

After all, the extra points Hermione gave were to Gryffindor, not Slytherin.

As for the little Slytherin snakes, they felt that this big brother had made the right decision.

Look at Granger. The moment his interests were harmed, Harry fought back.

This is the big brother they want.

The moment Snape heard Harry speak, he turned around and stared at Harry with his empty eyes.

Harry glared back without hesitation.

"One point for Gryffindor."

Snape finally gave in, turned his head and uttered these words.

The Gryffindors were in an uproar.

The Slytherin also looked at Harry with admiration. As a student, she could actually make her teacher give in.

This thigh is so powerful.

"Quiet."

Harry called out for Snape and continued to glare at him.

"One point isn't enough, right? Even I got one point for her answer?"

This scared Hermione. She quietly pulled Harry's clothes, trying to stop him.

However, Harry just gave Hermione a reassuring look in return.

"Two points for Gryffindor."

If you give in once, there will naturally be a second time.

But before Hermione could be happy, she heard Snape continue speaking.

"However, Gryffindor will be deducted two points for someone disrupting class."

"That's not fair."

Seamus from Gryffindor probably thought Snape was reasonable.

"Talk back to the teacher and lose another point."

Snape's move was clean and efficient.

Now Gryffindor dared not speak.

They could only look at Harley, hoping she could say something for them.

However, this time, Harry had no intention of speaking.

"Harley."

Hermione shouted quietly.

"They did make a scene in class, didn't they?"

Harry motioned for Hermione to look at the Slytherins, but the little snakes remained silent the entire time.

"but……"

Just when Hermione was about to say that deducting points for this was too much.

"They squandered the college points you earned, but showed no gratitude at all and even excluded you."

Harry placed a finger on Hermione's lips, stopping Miss Beaver from speaking.

"So why should I speak for them?"

Her eyes are like a clear spring, intoxicating.

Hermione was so distracted that she even forgot that Harry's finger was still on her lips.

"I……"

Hermione reacted the moment she opened her mouth.

Miss Beaver turned her head away in panic, not daring to look at Harry again.

(End of this chapter)