Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue Chapter 1254

Hogwarts Student Discipline Committee, Freshman Team Head Coach, All-Excellent Know-How...

It is undeniable that without Elena, Hermione is definitely a well-deserved "other's child" in all grades.

More importantly, compared to the original world line, Hermione's progress in interpersonal relationships has undoubtedly been greatly accelerated and optimized.

Whether it was turning the tide in last year's "Poisonous Mushroom Incident", or answering questions in daily study... Little Beaver is even more popular in Gryffindor than Elena.

With the start of the parent exchange meeting, Mr. Granger's proud smile never disappeared - aside from a little rebellion, her daughter is still quite ambitious.

"Too dangerous, isn't it? Food poisoning in two grades - thankfully Miss Granger recognized it in time to be a poisonous mushroom."

After listening to Hermione's complete review of the "Poisonous Mushroom Incident", a witch let out a long sigh and said with a look of fear.

"I heard, Mr. Granger, that you are a healer in the non-magical world? Before this kind of emergency, it is sure that a child raised by a family like you is reliable-"

"That's a doctor, dear..."

Mr. Finnigan corrected gently, shrugged and continued.

"But almost, in our non-magical world, usually only the smartest and most powerful people can become doctors."

"Dentist, dentist. Our Hermione usually prefers to read."

Mr. Granger coughed lightly and waved his hand humbly, but the expression on his face was obviously very helpful.

Compared to his daughter's rebelliousness, who hides two knives in three sentences on average, the compliments and praises from the parents of other students obviously made him much more comfortable.

"Well, I've heard Neville mention it before, Miss Granger's reading, character, and hard work are so admirable—"

Mrs Longbottom nodded and smiled friendly at Hermione, who was a little shy next to her. "You helped him through a lot of difficulties, didn't you? Well, he's a good boy—"

She looked down at Neville with a stern look down her pointed nose, a little regretful. "It's a pity that he doesn't have the talent of his father. I have to say, if Frank he..."

Mrs. Longbottom unconsciously pursed her lips slightly, her expression darkened slightly, and a low sigh came out of her mouth.

"What?" asked Mr. Granger curiously. Hermione wanted to stop him but it was a little too late. "By the way, I noticed that you came today—"

"Neville's parents were once the best Aurors at the Ministry of Magic, similar to our police."

Hermione tugged at her father's sleeve and whispered, "I told you that a very dangerous dark wizard appeared in the magic world more than ten years ago, so..."

"Sorry, I didn't know—"

Mr. Granger froze for a moment, and immediately apologized in a sincere tone.

Perhaps it was because he had lived in peace for too long, and he almost forgot that the peaceful time in the magic world had only come for more than ten years.

"Oh, there's nothing to apologize for or avoid!" Mrs Longbottom shook her head and said seriously, "I'm proud of them, yes, proud."

"My son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by the men of You-Know-Who, but they didn't give in to the dark wizard until the last moment," she turned proudly to the surrounding parents, her voice slightly raised, and continued, "They are gods. Good score and respected in the wizarding world. Even outnumbered buys time for the others, and eventually kills the Death Eaters..."

Most of the parents and students fell into silence. During the trial of Peter Pettigrew last year, many people saw the magical light and shadow of the Longbottom couple in the sky.

If "The Boy Who Lived" ended Voldemort's reign, the Longbottoms marked the true arrival of an era of peace.

In fact, that's what the Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts, and all the mainstream media press these days.

In that darkest age, the most worthy of memory and respect is not a baby who survived, but those Aurors and righteous people who guard the world at the junction of light and shadow.

"The...the mysterious man you're talking about—"

At this moment, a slightly trembling voice suddenly sounded.

Mrs. Longbottom turned her head, and saw a woman dressed as a Muggle housewife clutching the corner of her shirt tightly, and asked carefully and softly.

"That's what Professor Dumbledore said, Voldemort, right? The murderer who killed the Lilys, I heard that guy seems... alive?"

"Well, the You-Know-Who apparently possesses some kind of evil magic that can bring the dead back to life—"

Along with Penny Dursley's voice, Mrs. Longbottom shuddered subconsciously, and said with a deep expression.

"But I believe in Dumbledore, even if he has temporarily disappeared, the mysterious man has also disappeared again. In fact, I suspect that the battle is still going on somewhere-"

After a slight pause, Mrs. Longbottom glanced at Harry and finally landed on Penny Dursley, frowning slightly suspiciously.

"you are--"

"Penny Dursley, uh, Lily is my sister - Lily Evans."

Under the gaze of the old witch, Penny said in a panic, she tried to restrain herself from looking at the horrific vulture specimen on the other's hat.

"Harry has been living at my house since that happened, until the owl two years ago...well, that Mr. Hagrid told Harry to enroll."

Hogwarts is undoubtedly a magical castle full of wonders.

But Penny Dursley was so long, so long, that some of her yearning and curiosity had turned into fear.

She looked around, and there were wizards and magical creatures that seemed unfathomable everywhere. As an ordinary person without extraordinary abilities, she was like an ant who broke into the kingdom of giants.

"Ah, Mrs Potter's sister, by the way—"

Mrs Longbottom stared at Penny Dursley and held out a dry, eagle-clawed hand.

"Yes, yes, I heard them say that these years have been difficult... Neville spoke highly of Harry, it seems that you must have taken good care of him and educated him-"

Compared with the Longbottoms who lost their health and sanity, the Porters' sacrifice did not even have any hope of miracles, and Augusta Longbottom understood the grief too well.

And more importantly, in the face of potential dangers that cannot be understood and resisted, the Potters' relatives did not abandon Harry.

On the other hand, according to Neville's assessment, Harry Potter is quite good - not a domineering savior, nor a clumsy and ordinary person who takes away the crowd.

"Uh—thank you."

Penny shook hands with her in embarrassment, and said with a dodgy look.

"Harry, Harry, his grades should be okay, Vernon and I don't usually care about their studies..."

Most wizards would show kindness and respect when they found out who she was, but the more this happened, the more scared Penny Dursley felt.

While little Harry was growing up, the Dursleys certainly didn't starve him, but they were definitely not friendly and caring either.

In fact, the moment Penny saw Harry in a wizard's robe, her mind, which was burning with magic invitations, instantly sobered up:

If Harry sued her at Hogwarts, in front of his classmates, and so many wizards, there was a good chance that this magical journey would turn into a horrific public trial.

But over time, Penny Dursley quickly felt ashamed of her worries.

Harry didn't mean to dislike or make things difficult for her, but he introduced Hogwarts and campus life to her with great enthusiasm.

As an adult, she could clearly feel the genuine joy in the child's words and deeds, so much so that she secretly made up her mind to wait until this summer to treat her nephew well, even if Vernon and Dudley objected , she also has to make up for the deficiencies of these years.

However, before she could take action, the inquiries from other parents made her a little overwhelmed.

Crucially, any discussion of magic was strictly forbidden in the Dursleys.

So Penny had absolutely no idea about Harry's situation at Hogwarts, and whenever other parents talked about this part of the problem, she could only rack her brains to find some ambiguity to fool her.

It usually works well most of the time, after all, people don't talk about Harry for too long.

This time, however, Penny Dursley was clearly not expected...

"...Also okay? Mr. Potter's grades are not in the category of 'okay'."

Before Mrs. Longbottom could answer, Mr. Granger frowned, glanced at his daughter's magic book, and said seriously.

"In Potions, Harry Potter's average was second in the year, and he was quite a distance away from everyone else."

"I asked Professor McGonagall before that this rating means the level of a professor of the same age. This is not a realm that can be achieved by individual talent alone. Without a lot of knowledge and practical accumulation, it is impossible to get close to that demon. Miss Pharmacy Teaching Assistant..."

Hogwarts second-year grades can be found in each student's journal.

Taking into account various factors, the list only shows the top ten for the time being.

Elena Kaslana is undoubtedly a top performer, but her crushing performance doesn't have much reference value.

Because most of her subjects' scores are "**" without words, according to Professor McGonagall's answer, she is a special exemption.

Second only to Elena, of course, is Hermione Granger, who has taken second place in almost all subjects...except Potions.

Mr. Granger keenly noticed that in Potions' usual grades and comprehensive grades, the name Harry Potter has been steadily pressing on Hermione since this semester, which obviously aroused his inner feelings. Desire to win - He originally thought that his daughter was invincible.

"Well, then I don't know, maybe Harry is gifted with potions?"

Penny Dursley replied in confusion, suddenly thinking of an acquaintance who had picked her up at the castle that morning.

"That's right. Come to think of it—the potions professor at Hogwarts was Severus, right? He should have taken extra care of Harry as well."

"Huh? You know Professor Snape? I mean, are you on our side too..."

asked Mrs Longbottom curiously, glancing at Penny Dursley in Muggle dress and frowning slightly.

You know, Slytherin Academy can be said to be the farthest academy from the non-magical world, no matter how you think about it, you can't see that there will be an intersection between the two.

"Oh, I'm not a wizard - but Lily she is."

Penny glanced at Mrs. Longbottom, instantly understood the other party's guess, shook her head and replied.

"Severus lived near our house as a child, and Lily and I met him long before Hogwarts started."

"Wait, wait? Aunt Petunia!"

Just then, Harry's eyes widened suddenly, looking at Aunt Petunia in shock.

"You said just now—Professor Snape turned out to be your neighbor, so the professor is actually with my mother..."

"Childhood friends, or good friends. Don't you know? They both entered the same class~www.mtlnovel.com~ Penny Dursley shrugged and hesitated a few times, a little uncomfortable with the sudden focus of the surrounding people. eyes.

"I heard that the two of them had a big fight. I don't know what happened. Lily didn't mention him after that. I thought something happened to the guy - but the two of them were really close at the beginning. Okay, play together almost every vacation."

"You... neighbors? Wait, Professor Snape isn't a pure-blood wizard?"

Before the others could continue to ask, Harry suddenly realized a question and asked in surprise.

"I mean, weren't his parents wizards?"

"No—he told Lily he was a half-blood wizard."

Aunt Petunia glanced at Harry inexplicably, recalling past memories, and said slowly with some difficulty.

"His mother is a witch, she seems to be called Prince or something, old Snape should be an ordinary person on our side - but old Snape has a particularly bad character, drinking, gambling, and often beating and scolding their mother and son, Then at some point the family seems to have moved away..."

Half-Blood, Prince...Prince? !

What Aunt Petunia said next, Harry had little attention to listen.

At the same time, Hermione, who was a little helpless to her father, seemed to have thought of the same question, and her eyes wandered back and forth between Aunt Petunia and Harry in amazement. If there were not so many parents, she would like to go through it now. Flip through Harry's bag.

The inscription on the title page of the old potions textbook appeared in their minds at the same time.

[This Book is the Property of the Half-Blood Prince] (ThisBookisthePropertyoftheHalf-BloodPrince)

Great!

(End of this chapter)

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