Douluo: Huo Yuhao of the clone style

Chapter 293: The Second Gamekeeper at Hogwarts
After suppressing Blake's suicidal thoughts, Harley took some time to sort out his current situation.

Afterwards, the three of them sat in the cabin drinking tea and chatting.

Hagrid and Black exchanged views on Harry being sorted into Slytherin.

Both sides agreed that the Sorting Hat had been used for too long and had become confused, which was why it sorted Harry into Slytherin.

Then they chatted for a while about Harley's first week.

But it was mainly Hagrid who was talking about the outrageous campus rumors he had heard, while Black looked at Harry with the eyes of a great angel.

This forced Harley, who was playing with an owl, to speak out and refute the rumor.

"By the way, Harry, I wonder how your Potions class went today?"

As they talked, Hagrid suddenly remembered that he had an important class today.

"It's OK. Professor Snape is very serious in class, and I have some talent in potions."

Harley answered truthfully.

"Snape takes class seriously? This is the biggest joke I've ever heard."

Blake felt as if he had heard Snape wearing women's clothes, and lamented the absurdity of reality.

"Although he likes to favor Slytherin students, he is indeed a master of potions."

Hagrid unexpectedly objected.

But Harry felt that Hagrid thought this way probably because Professor Dumbledore trusted Snape, rather than the so-called Potions Master.

"He's certainly good at potions, but he's definitely not a good teacher."

Given Black's familiarity with Snape, he could fully imagine how Snape would perform in class.

"Oh, Gryffindor student XX, because you want to raise your hand to answer the question, I have to deduct five points from you."

He said in an awkwardly emotionless tone.

However, this way of speaking was totally inconsistent with his emotional face.

"Hahaha, very funny."

Hagrid was amused by Black's performance.

"But Snape wouldn't be so extreme. At least he wouldn't do that until the students made a mistake."

Hagrid continued to defend Snape.

"In fact, he did do quite well in that class this morning."

Harry suddenly remembered that he had another piece of news to tell his godfather.

"So I accepted his offer to be his Potions apprentice."

"you alone?"

Blake panicked.

It wasn't because of the relationship between Harry's mother and Snape, but simply because he was worried about his goddaughter being alone with an adult man.

"Of course not, there's also my friend Hermione."

Blake breathed a sigh of relief at Harley's response.

"Is this Hermione also from Slytherin?"

Blake asked.

"No, Hermione is from Gryffindor."

Harry's answer made Blake even happier.

He knew that it was a mistake for Harry to be sorted into Slytherin, otherwise she wouldn't have made friends with Gryffindor.

But Snape was actually willing to take a Gryffindor as his apprentice. Was there any trick in this?

Blake's vigilance rose again.

"Black, don't underestimate Hermione."

Hagrid thought Black was doubting Hermione, so he explained.

"She is the best student in the first grade besides Harley. She and Harley almost monopolize all the class marks."

“That’s amazing.”

Blake's vigilance still did not dissipate.

Of course, he had no intention of stopping his goddaughter, but he had to prepare some precautions.

"Ha, I didn't even notice it. It's already this late."

At this moment, Hagrid suddenly found that it was getting dark outside.

"Harley, you should go back to the castle."

Blake noticed this, too.

"It will be a while before Filch comes out to catch people."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Harry placed the owl on his shoulder and stood up to leave.

"After you finish talking to Dumbledore, go home and rest up. Take care of your body. Look at how weak you are now."

She warned him worriedly.

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself."

Blake always had a feeling that Harley was the parent and he was the child.

"I'm going to believe you."

Harry said doubtfully.

In fact, her suspicion was not wrong.

the next day.

The morning is the club meeting time.

Except for Hermione, most of the current club members who joined had received letters from their families, so no one was absent.

All the members who joined strictly adhered to the class schedule.

This made others look at Harry with strange eyes.

Then they went together to an empty classroom located below the castle.

This was a classroom that Snape had chosen specifically.

Not only on Saturdays, but no one uses it on weekdays.

In other words, this club was basically completely assigned to Harry and his club.

Even though the classroom was empty and no one was using it, it was fully equipped with desks, chairs, targets, and a large number of magic books, all brand new.

It's obvious that the dean has put a lot of thought into Harry.

"Considering that school only starts this week, there is no other schedule this morning. You can read, do homework... You can do whatever you want as long as you don't disturb others."

Harry looked around at the members below from the podium.

"In the meantime, if you have any questions, you can ask the seniors or Miss Granger. I'm sure they will be able to give you a good answer."

The students of other ages below all looked at Hermione.

They knew Harley's abilities, so they naturally didn't doubt her words.

They were just surprised that Hermione could receive such praise from Harry. No wonder she was always regarded as his right-hand man.

Miss Beaver was happy but also a little worried.

She was worried about whether she could really complete the task effectively.

"And, attention first years."

Harley looked down at the other group of people.

“This is the finished work that all of our classes have assigned over the last week, and I’m going to put it right on the podium.”

As she spoke, several pieces of parchment floated in the air.

Then the ink on the table rose into the air and turned into characters floating towards the parchment in mid-air.

In just a few blinks of an eye, all the parchments were covered with densely packed words.

“You can choose to write your own and then compare it with the original to see if there are any mistakes; or you can directly borrow it.”

The parchments fell back onto the podium and were neatly stacked together.

"It all depends on your own choice."

After saying that, Harry left the podium and landed next to Hermione.

"Harley, aren't you afraid of them?"

Hermione leaned over and asked quietly.

Although she didn't finish her words, Harry understood her meaning easily.

After all, who hasn’t copied homework a few times during school days?

"They won't."

Yet Harley said this with considerable confidence.

"At least in front of me, they won't. They will even try their best to complete their homework and only consider the comparison at the end."

In front of her, these people are not ordinary students.

"Okay." Hermione rummaged through her bag, found a piece of mostly written parchment and began to continue.

This was her Potions homework, and it was almost done with just the ending.

Hermione started doing her homework and Harry also did his own thing.

She pulled out a notebook with complex data and magic arrays written on it, and continued to advance her research on Servantization.

Time passed quickly.

As Hallie expected, no student chose to copy the assignment.

They all do their own research and rarely even ask others for advice.

This also resulted in almost no one paying attention to Harry's homework at the podium.

Only Hermione went to check halfway and examine her own shortcomings.

And tried to rewrite his homework.

"I think you'd better not do that."

Harry stopped Hermione from doing anything stupid.

"You can record what you missed, but rewriting everything is a waste of time."

Why not use this time for repetitive copying?
Of course, Hermione was still a little hesitant.

"Don't worry about the teachers. Even if you don't hand in your homework, they know you are excellent."

Harry saw what Hermione was thinking.

“Isn’t it too much to not hand in your homework?”

Hermione, who is still a good and obedient child, finds it hard to understand why there are students who don't hand in their homework.

“It’s not too much.”

Harry recalled his past life.

"In ordinary schools, some teachers will tell students that if they feel they have mastered the content of the class, they don't need to do homework and spend their time on other subjects."

“Won’t this result in all students not writing?”

Hermione expressed concern.

"Of course, the teacher will have a requirement, that is, if he makes a mistake during the test, he will not only have to make up for the previous one, but also have extra homework waiting for him."

In Harry's previous life, the neighborhood kids had encountered this kind of thing.

I was full of confidence and didn't do my homework during class. After the exam, I not only had to make up my homework, but also had to be treated to a meal of fried pork with bamboo sticks by my parents.

At that time, their parents sent messages to other residents in the community in advance to explain the reasons.

Then, unexpectedly, many families in the entire building also responded.

The result was that after that day, the naughty kids in the community became afraid of their building.

"So that's what it is."

Hermione found this educational plan novel.

After all, they are now in Great Britain in 1991, which is quite different from the place where Harry lived in his previous life.

"Okay, hurry up and clean up, we have things to do in the afternoon."

Harry reminded Hermione gently.

"So don't waste your time on copying."

"I see."

Hermione thought about it for a moment and decided that it would be more valuable to take private lessons from Snape.

So he quickly packed his things.

"Daphne, my thesis and other things are left with you. If others want to see it, just give it to them."

Harley gave a task to Daphne, who was the one who flattered her at the beginning.

"Yes."

Daphne glared at Pansy smugly and immediately went over to collect Harry's paper.

Pansy just glanced back without any other reaction.

In the afternoon, Harry and Hermione came to the outside of the Potions classroom.

After Harley knocked gently, the classroom door opened instantly.

To her surprise, there was not only Snape inside, but also Harry's newly found godfather, Sirius Black.

Blake was much more respectable now than when they first met yesterday.

He was clean and tidy, and had changed into a more normal set of clothes, at least not the tattered ones like yesterday.

"Hi, Harley."

He greeted Harley excitedly.

"Ugh--"

Harry didn't respond, but instead sighed.

She could guess with her toes what Blake was doing here.

"Ms. Potter, Miss Granger, perhaps we need to change the teaching venue."

Snape was in a good mood when he saw Harry's reaction.

Even Hermione took the initiative to talk to him.

"It's no use for you to change. I will follow you."

Before Black had time to feel sad about his goddaughter's reaction, he immediately confronted Snape.

"Sirius Black, I must remind you that a gamekeeper is not qualified to take part in teaching."

Snape felt very uncomfortable with the sticky situation in front of him.

When teaching Harry, having one more Granger was enough, but what if there was also a disgusting Black?

Snape would rather go out and be hit by a carriage and die.

"Gamekeeper?"

Harry's eyebrow twitched slightly.

"Yes, I think Dumbledore applied for it."

Blake turned to look at Harry.

"Isn't Hogwarts a good place for me to recover? There are magnificent natural scenery and lively little wizards here."

This is indeed what he really thinks.

Black would rather live in Hogwarts than return to that home.

If you can still call it home.

"Well, if the little wizard who's been messing around all day and the forbidden forest full of dangers can really help you recover, then there's nothing wrong with you staying here."

Harley accepted the result.

"Thank you."

Black turned his head instantly and continued to argue with Snape.

"See, Harley agreed to let me stay."

He quite naturally equated the two things.

"If I heard correctly, Miss Potter agreed that you stay at Hogwarts, not in this classroom."

Snape retorted on the spot.

"And let me remind you again that you are not qualified to participate in teaching."

If he hadn't been thinking about Harry, he would have moved his wand long ago.

"As Harley's godfather, I have the right and obligation to protect her when she is in danger."

Perhaps wanting to make up for his lateness, Blake refused to give in.

"Are you suggesting that my teaching is dangerous?"

Snape's voice gradually became louder.

"No, I'm making it clear that your entire being is in danger."

It would have been fine if he didn't know it before, but after chatting with Professor McGonagall yesterday, Black swore that he would not leave Snape any chance.

"stop."

Harley interrupted the two people who were arguing.

"Sorry, Professor, just let him stay."

After what happened yesterday, Harry has a clear understanding of his godfather.

This guy is very good at doing things. If they don't let him stay, he will probably do a big job for them, so it's better not to give him this opportunity.

"Ok."

Looking at Harry's face, Snape sighed slightly.

"Oh yeah."

Blake cheered.

(End of this chapter)