"Just like his father, he is arrogant, conceited, self-righteous, loves to violate discipline, likes to show off, is nosy, and is impertinent." Snape said as he looked at the three people going away. His eyes were fixed on Harry, and there was deep hatred in his eyes.

"If we judge from the values ​​of Slytherin, he is indeed not likable. Well, all three of them." Felix said softly, "But you also heard that they only knew the last few sentences, without a beginning or an end... So I told them that we were talking about my new wand, and I gave it a fairy-tale name."

Snape did not speak. The black eyes were still staring at Harry's back. From this angle, he looked very much like his father.

After a moment, he said coldly: "Felix, I will reveal the information about your wand to that person."

Felix said calmly: "You decide how much to tell."

"Do you think I can decide?" Snape said dissatisfiedly, and his black robe fluttered as he passed through the layers of rain. His figure blurred.

...

"What bad luck." Ron muttered as he stepped on the steps.

"Oh, don't say it."

They stood at the door of the staff room. Harry knocked on the door nervously, hoping that no one was inside. The few seconds of waiting seemed to last forever. Finally, a familiar voice said from inside: "Come in."

Contrary to his wishes, Harry heard two sighs. He mustered up the courage to push the door open and walked in. At this time, a long room was filled with soft light from the ceiling. The temperature in the room was higher than outside, probably due to the fireplace in the corner. Professor McGonagall raised her head from a pile of parchment, and her sharp eyes looked over from under her square glasses.

"Potter, Weasley, Granger, what do you want?"

"We were asked to come to see you because... because of some mistakes." Harry handed over the note in his hand. Professor McGonagall frowned and took the note. The notes were stuck together, which was the trick of the Order of the Phoenix. Her eyebrows twisted deeper, and she took out her wand and touched it, and the note opened automatically. Professor

McGonagall read it quickly and didn't speak for a long time after reading it.

"Is this true?" she said, "eavesdropping on the professor's conversation?" In addition to a general explanation of the process, the note also mentioned the background of the conversation in obscure handwriting. The two were discussing confidential information about the Order of the Phoenix.

"We didn't mean to do that," Harry said, "We, uh, came out to get some fresh air after lunch, and then..." Professor McGonagall snorted, and Harry continued to explain with a stiff upper lip, and time went back to more than ten minutes ago

"Did you hear that? Sirius's class is quite popular." Hermione said thoughtfully. She, Harry, and Ron had just come out of the auditorium and were ready to get some fresh air.

"He said it was a secret," Harry's tone sounded indignant, and his feet were clattering. "He said it was a surprise, and we won't have his class until tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to it."

Hermione and Ron laughed.

"What's wrong?" Harry looked at them blankly.

"Your tone looks like a child who has quarreled with his parents... Be careful!" Hermione said, and a first-year student stumbled over and almost bumped into them.

"No running in the castle, you'll bump into other people." Hermione said sternly at first, then softened her tone, "What's going on?"

The freshman looked terrified and kept looking back, as if someone was chasing him.

Harry and the other two looked at each other.

"Hey, little guy, we are prefects. If someone bullies you, just speak up," Ron puffed out his chest to make the prefect badge on his clothes more conspicuous, "I have the right to give detention, deduct points..."

"Come on, Ron, we can't abuse this right." Hermione said seriously, she looked at the freshman, who said with a frightened expression: "I, I just met the professor of potions in the yard, his eyes are so scary!"

"You only know this on the first day... Well, it's true." Ron muttered.

"Professor Snape... Well, he is really strict," Hermione said slowly: "If he scolds you unintentionally, you don't have to take it to heart"

"Yeah, there are still many bad days." Ron said again. Hermione's eyes slanted over, and he immediately shut up. When her attention was focused on the freshmen again, he began to wink at Harry, and Harry felt that Ron's two sentences were quite accurate.

"No, no, Professor Snape is talking to another professor, I think... they don't want to be disturbed." The freshman blushed and stammered, his expression was about to cry, and he turned and ran away.

...

"So you want to find out what's going on?" Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Harry, Ron and Hermione nodded woodenly.

"We are prefects, we have to, we have to..." Ron scratched his head. Professor McGonagall glanced at him and said, "Excuse me, Mr. Weasley, but none of the prefect rules can explain your behavior today. Not to mention, this is not the first time."

The bell rang for class. Professor McGonagall stood up and stuffed the parchment on the table into the drawer. "I completely agree with Professor Snape's approach. Deduct points..." She pursed her lips, "and detention, starting this week."

Harry and Ron looked up in horror. They thought of the same thing. The Quidditch tryouts were on Friday afternoon.

"Every Saturday night before lights out, we will process potion materials until the end of this month."

After that, they were kicked out by Professor McGonagall and hurried to the Potions classroom. Ron kept muttering, "We're going to be late again. I bet that old bat will definitely make trouble for us... Why didn't Professor McGonagall say a few words for us? Snape is making a fuss. Now he has found someone to help him process potion materials for the new semester..."

Harry suddenly felt nauseous. He recalled the dark classroom, the disemboweled toad, the suffocating ginger root and peppermint, horseradish, the secretions of the spotted awn, the spleen of bats and mice, and the sticky slugs... His scalp was numb.

Until the evening, they dragged their heavy steps back to the common room.

"I told you, Snape doesn't plan to let us off easily. Each of us will be deducted 10 points for being late, and it's not because of him... It's close to 200 points in total." Ron wailed, almost catching up with Weeping Myrtle. They came to the most remote seat in the common room listlessly.

Harry and Hermione were not in high spirits either.

"What do you think, can we deduct points from other colleges?" Ron said on a whim. The other two ignored him. Harry and Hermione were used to Ron's daily unreliable suggestions. Anyway, he would give up on his own.

"We can't do this, not to mention you have to write a lot of reports." Hermione finally couldn't help correcting him.

"If it's Malfoy's group..." Ron's eyes flashed, and then the light dimmed, "Oh, no, I forgot he was also a prefect."

At this time, Harry, who had been silent, suddenly asked.

"That story... is the one that Professor Happ picked out the name from it to name his new wand. It's called the legend of the three brothers, right? Well, is it very famous..."

"It's absolutely well-known, man, I grew up listening to it." Ron said without hesitation, "It's a short story in The Tales of Beedle the Bard."

"Wait, I seem to have seen this name somewhere, Peter Beedle the Bard, somewhere else..." Harry said slowly, he subconsciously looked at Hermione, usually at this time, Hermione can always give an accurate answer.

But this time Hermione also showed a thoughtful expression.

"Have you really seen it, Harry?" She couldn't help asking.

Harry responded with an obviously confused look.

Ron, who was standing next to him, said with a smile, "That's a rare thing. Miss Know-It-All can't find the answer one day."

Hermione glared at him, "If you know, tell me quickly."

But Ron enjoyed the process very much. He shook his head and said, "Think about it, there are things that Harry and I know, and we have the opportunity to get to know them, but you just missed them."

Hermione's eyes seemed to become as confused as Harry's.

Harry, on the other hand, had an idea. It was definitely not something related to study, because Hermione would not miss any corner of the textbook or reference book. She just had this ability. It could only be that he and Ron saw it while killing time...

"I remember," Harry's eyes lit up, and Hermione immediately stared at his face. He said in a positive tone, "It's "The Adventures of Little Wizard Mick". This book is mentioned there, but I don't remember where it is exactly."

"But I have also read... a few volumes." Hermione slowly came to her senses. She and Harry looked at Ron together. Ron wanted to keep it a secret, but when they stared at him at the same time, he immediately raised his hands and surrendered.

"Well, that's the content of the last volume: the friend of the young wizard Mick was in danger, and in the critical moment he used magic, thus exposing his wizard identity. Mick was very sad because he lost a group of friends at the same time as he received the Hogwarts admission letter. But on the day Mick left, his friends came back. They didn't mind whether he was a wizard or not, but sincerely wished him well. Then Mick told his friends the story of 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot'."

Ron made the final decision, "It was here that the name of The Tales of Beedle the Bard was mentioned, just that once."

"You're amazing." Harry praised.

Ron grinned.

Hermione was still pondering what he had said before, "Wizards and the Hopping Pot... what's it about?"

This really stumped Ron. He thought about it and stammered, "It's about... well, a kind old wizard is about to die. When he was alive, he was very friendly to Muggles and always helped people as much as possible. The neighbors loved the old man very much. But his son didn't understand him, so the old wizard left behind a magic cauldron before he died. The old man must have been an alchemist. Well, I'll continue to say that after the old man died, his son refused to help the poor neighbors anymore. In short, he was very hard-hearted. Then the cauldron began to torment the old man's son, making him unable to eat or sleep well. So the son decided to follow his father's practice and continue to help the neighbors as much as he could."

Ron was a little out of breath after saying so many words in one breath. He took two breaths and finally concluded, "I guess this story wants to express that wizards can live in peace with Muggles and help each other... my mother said so." He finally added.

Hermione stared at him.

"Don't look at me. I was only a few years old at that time. It's good to have some impression." Ron said.

"But," Hermione bit her lip and asked in confusion, "I don't see how they can live in peace. I mean, the old wizard certainly counts, but his son was forced to do good deeds under the pressure of the cauldron."

Ron shrugged, "I don't know."

At this time, a voice suddenly interrupted, "Don't make it difficult for him. He was drooling over his teddy bear at that time." Fred and George came over happily, "Sold seven retractable ears. The first day of school!"

"Are you still short of money?" Harry asked.

"That's not the case," Fred sat next to him and said casually, "But we need some testers who promised to give us product feedback."

"Like what you did with the quick-acting skipping candy?" Hermione suddenly said sternly.

"What?" Fred asked in surprise.

"I saw it all! You posted the notice to recruit testers on the bulletin board. If I hadn't found it when I went to post the list of assessment spells..." She pursed her lips, and her expression was very much like Professor McGonagall.

Fred and George looked at each other.

"You'll change your mind soon, Hermione," George said disapprovingly, "You'll definitely need it. This is the year of OWLs. Every year, there are a few who collapse, and the others are not easy either. The better the grades, the more likely they are to be infected... Remember, Seldon was wearing an onion-flavored amulet?"

"Of course I remember," Fred said seriously, "After all, we sold it to her. Unfortunately, the concentrated solution of the euphoria agent doesn't seem to coexist with onions." He stood up and tilted his head towards George, "Let's go, let's go find Lee, maybe he'll have something to gain."

When he saw Hermione looking at him angrily, he closed his mouth alertly and changed the subject smoothly, "Oh, by the way, about your previous question, George and I also asked Dad at the time that there are always good and bad wizards, so people like him have a meaning to exist."

"You mean," Hermione asked hesitantly.

"Dad was making laws to protect Muggles at the time." George said concisely. While Hermione was thinking, the two left together.

Harry now felt very conflicted. On the one hand, Mr. Weasley's approach of protecting Muggles through legislation was as admirable as the old wizard's use of a cauldron to restrict his son in the fairy tale. But these words coming from Fred and George always felt a little weird, especially when their backs were sneaky...

He threw these messy thoughts aside while lying on the four-poster bed. He was full of anticipation when he thought about hearing Sirius's class tomorrow.