Hogwarts: My Plants Have Billions Of Evil Points

The enchanted boat carried the incoming freshmen to Hogwarts' South Pier.

After arriving here, Hagrid with the kerosene lamp disappeared, but there is only one road that winds up to the castle, so don't worry about getting lost.

The children were excitedly discussing the mystery and magnificence of the castle, and Harry, who looked up at the castle, felt it and wanted to find someone to share his inner joy with.

However, when he turned his head, he saw Leonard, who was out of tune with the people around him, looking towards the forest to the west.

You can only see a corner of the forest here, and I don't know what to see.

Leonard naturally focuses on things that are closely related to him.

The Forbidden Forest is really fascinating.

Leonard even had the urge to abandon the sorting ceremony and run to the Forbidden Forest to farm.

"Calm down, wait until tomorrow when you have time to "410"..." Leonard just thought of this before falling silent.

Wait, what day is it today?

It seems to be Sunday...  

School starts tomorrow Monday!

Do you want to go to the Forbidden Forest in a week?

Leonard's face twitched, and his mood suddenly turned bad.

No, it’s a big deal to start with a night tour tonight, first go to the Forbidden Forest and choose a good location.

The freshman team soon arrived in front of the Hogwarts auditorium, and when the students were about to walk up the stairs to the auditorium, someone blocked in front of the crowd.

"I heard that a great person has come among us." A boy with light gold hair and two boys, one fat and one thin, stood on the steps and looked down at the freshmen.

"Harry Potter!" The light blond boy looked haughty, "People of noble blood should associate with people of noble blood, and I, Della Comalfo, are your worthy friends.

He pointed to Harry Potter in the crowd with a smug look on his face.

He also enjoyed the surprised eyes of the freshmen.

Hermione in the crowd was lost in thought when she saw this.

Does this count as making friends? It feels weird, but it feels good.

But the probability of success of this method should not be very high, is it a matter of attitude?

Hermione thought of the times when she'd helped Neville in the car and then tried to help the others.

Except for Neville Longbottom who showed a certain amount of gratitude at the beginning, everyone else looked very strange. Although they didn't express it directly, they were all unhappy.

Thinking about it now, my expression at that time was probably the same as this boy's, arrogant and annoying.

Hermione was thinking, and Harry in the crowd considered how to respond to the man in front of him under the eyes of the freshman.

While it was nice to be told of high blood or something, Harry remembered that Leonard seemed to be of Muggle birth.

He doesn't have any noble blood, but he is very powerful.

"Sorry, Della Comalfo," Harry said earnestly, "I will choose my own friends. I will judge a person by whether he is excellent, not by whether his blood is noble or not. Unfortunately, the current you didn't let me see To look worth making friends with.

Lore!

This sentence instantly turned Della Comalfo's face into a pig's liver color.

He walked up to Harry angrily, his eyes dangerous.

"You mean I'm not Excellent enough?" Dodd Malfoy questioned, "I'm a noble Malfoy, everyone in our family is a genius, because nobility runs in our blood!"

These words sounded very imposing, but upon hearing this, Harry couldn't help but look at Leonard.

Bloodline determines talent? But according to Mr. Hagrid and Mr. Ollivander, he is a pure-blood wizard, and Leonard is a Muggle wizard.

But my talent is completely inferior to Leonard!

This is a liar! A liar who has done nothing but use the name of the family to show off and cheat!

"Blood has nothing to do with talent." Harry said seriously.

"Irrelevant?" Della Comalfo's mouth twitched, and she looked aggressively at Leonard, who was beside Harry with a gloomy face.

At this time, Leonard was still annoyed because he couldn't sleep well tonight and wanted to go out for a night trip, so his expression was naturally not very good.

"This should be the person you think is talented? I guess, he can't be a mudblood, right? Hahaha!" Della Komalfo laughed wildly, even the two followers behind him laughed .

That harsh laugh caught Leonard's attention.

Leonard raised his head, and stared at Della Comalfo with cold eyes, his knife-like eyes almost stabbed the laughing Della Comalfo...

"You lowly Mudblood, how dare you look at me like that!" Della Komalfo became furious, and the servant behind him even rolled up his sleeves to vent his anger on his master.

"Shut up." Leonard's indifferent voice seemed to be filled with icy scum, and a chill slid across Della Comalfo's body like a poisonous snake.

This look... so scary! I seem to have seen it somewhere!

Della Comalfo recalled her father, and recalled the sullen wizard who occasionally came to their house to ask for money.

My father said that they were dark wizards, they used to be subordinates of the Mysterious Man, and each of them was a Death Eater who had killed many people.

The eyes of this Mudblood are just like those people! The kind who don't treat living people as human beings, as if everyone is their prey.

That's the look in the eyes of the prey!

Della Comalfo couldn't help taking a step back, which woke him up instantly.

He looked at Leonard in surprise, lowered his head and looked at his trembling legs with an ugly face.

He's scared! He's scared of a Mudblood.

Embarrassed, resentful, and fear mixed, Della Comalfo wanted to scold back, and use words to let this bastard know what noble blood is.

But he didn't dare, he was afraid that this cold-eyed Mudblood would kill him.

Thinking of this, Della Komalfo actually felt aggrieved, and tears welled up in 4.8 eyes.

New students:!!!

Wow, that's amazing, that arrogant-looking guy actually cried in fright at someone's words!

Leonard:???

Harry glanced sideways:???

Good... so awesome, Leonard made this arrogant guy cry with a single sentence, so handsome, I really want to learn this kind of momentum!

Better be able to make Dudley cry with one word!

At this time, the crying of Della Komalfo attracted the vice principal, Zeleva McGonagall, who was waiting at the entrance of the auditorium.

She walked down the stairs quickly and came to the freshmen.

"What happened?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

This is just the beginning of school, could it be that bullying happened to students?

She, the unselfish Minerva, would not allow this to happen. .