On the official day of class, Hetty got up early. As a student who had gone through three years of high school, she was used to going to bed late and getting up early, but other freshmen seemed not to have the same attitude. When she appeared in the common room, there were

There is no one there.

Hogwarts' castle is very big, and a new student like Hetty could get lost if she wasn't careful. But fortunately, she was given a map, and her ability to recognize directions was pretty good, so she came to the hall easily.

Hetty sat down at the Slytherin table, and not long after, a standard English breakfast appeared in front of her. She didn't eat anything at all last night, and she woke up hungry early this morning, although she wanted to eat wontons more.

and steamed buns, but due to her hungry stomach, she still finished the breakfast without any leftover. In fact, it tasted pretty good.

Just when Hetty was thinking about when to go to the kitchen for a walk, Malfoy and his two lackeys suddenly sat down next to her. She was so frightened that she quickly got up, picked up her schoolbag, and was about to leave, as if she had seen a ghost.

Malfoy pulled him back.

"What are you doing!?" Hetty glanced at his pale cheek. The red mark scratched by her fork was still obvious after a night, which made her feel even more guilty. Her tone of voice was no longer as tough as last night.

, now she just hopes that the eldest young master will let her go.

Malfoy seemed to have seen through what she was thinking, and suddenly showed an extremely "kind" smile. He held her arm without letting go, "Listen up, from today on, you mudblood, you are my Della."

Malfoy's maid."

???Hetty had a black question mark on her face, what the hell? Then, she changed her look to look at someone with a mental retard and directly shook off his hand and replied, "Malfoy, are you still dreaming? Do you want it?"

Go back and sleep a little longer, but don’t talk in your sleep on the first day of school!"

Malfoy's face suddenly turned cold, but after a while he put on that "friendly" smile again. He raised his hand to touch the scratch on his cheek, and snorted coldly, "Mudblood."

Your memory is so bad? Don’t forget who did this!”

Hetty suddenly felt a little scared when she was told this, but she immediately pretended to be calm and replied, "Hey! You obviously asked for this! Who told you to keep calling me a Mudblood? I clearly have a name." However, her voice

It became smaller and smaller as he approached, Hetty looked at his pale face, swallowed her saliva, and subconsciously moved back.

"My father wouldn't give up so easily if he knew about it!" Malfoy raised a proud smile, with a "Just accept your fate" expression on his face, and then added, "Miss Granger, it was just your one-sided statement."

,who can testify for you?”

kao! Hetty gritted her teeth and looked at his rather unbeatable expression. She resisted the urge to punch him and secretly cursed "Damn Malfoy!" and then swallowed it hard. She was really angry.

Kill her!

Seeing that she didn't answer, Malfoy felt extremely comfortable in his heart when he saw her suppressing her anger. He curled his fingers at her and said, "From now on, I will call you number one, and you have to be there whenever I call, number one."

." As he said that, he threw his schoolbag at her.

Hetty quickly caught the thrown schoolbag but was still hit on the head. "Hiss", she reached out and rubbed her forehead, while Malfoy next to her was gloating with his two followers as they looked at the hit.

Even though Hetty wanted to throw the schoolbag in her arms at these people's faces, she still held back.

"Can't even hold the bag steady? Maybe you should learn how to do these little things, you know, No. 1?" Malfoy glanced at Hetty, full of disgust. He raised his hand and patted his side as a signal.

She sat down but saw no movement from her. He looked up at her impatiently, "Don't stand here like a stupid Hufflepuff. Sit down! Can your reaction be any slower?"

Hetty wanted to hang up this arrogant little kid and beat her up. She took a deep breath and sat next to him, but she was still angry. She glanced at his side face, and Hetty sneered in her heart. She was a maid, right?

It will give him an unforgettable memory!

In the first Transfiguration class, the famous Potter was unfortunately late, and was criticized by Professor McGonagall together with his Weasley friend. Of course, Malfoy was full of ridicule, wishing that Potter would be embarrassed, and Grant

Fendo was deducted a few points. His wish was successfully realized in the Potions class below.

The Potions class was in the basement. All the students were sitting upright, waiting for the professor to arrive. Hetty was looking around, probably because she was in the basement. She just felt a little cold, and there were a bunch of bottles and jars in the back.

The glassware filled with a bunch of unknown objects gave her an inexplicable feeling of gloominess.

At this moment, the back door of the classroom suddenly opened, and a professor wearing a black robe with greasy and messy hair walked in. He walked towards the podium and said quickly, "You are here to learn this subject."

The precise science and exacting craftsmanship of potion making. Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe it's magic. I don't expect that.

Can you truly understand the beauty of the slowly simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting out bursts of fragrance? You can't truly understand the wonderful magic of the liquid flowing into people's blood vessels, which makes people's hearts wander and blur their will. I can teach you.

How can you increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death - but there must be one thing, that is, you are not the kind of stupid idiots I often encounter!"

For a moment, the entire classroom was silent, and all the students did not dare to say a word for fear of attracting the attention of this seemingly unfriendly professor. There were always exceptions, such as the savior Potter.

"Oh, yes," Professor Snape whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival - a famous figure." He looked coldly at Potter sitting in the front row, paused and suddenly

Ask "Potter, what will I get if I add narcissus root powder to a mugwort infusion?"

Potter stood up with a confused look on his face. He obviously didn't know the answer to the question. However, Hermione was assigned to Ravenclaw. This time, there was no know-it-all lady rushing to answer the question. "I'm sorry, Professor, I

have no idea."

“Tsk, tsk—it seems that fame doesn’t mean everything.

Let's try again. Potter, if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you look for it?" Snape stared at him expressionlessly, as if he wanted to see through him.

Unfortunately, Potter still couldn't answer. Snape asked him another question before letting him sit down and told him the answer with a look of disdain.

Hetty sat next to Malfoy and silently watched the scene. She sighed to herself about poor Potter and quickly used a quill pen to write down the knowledge points Snape just said on the parchment. And the one next to her

As for Malfoy, God knows how happy he is now to see Potter being stumped. If he deducted a few points from Gryffindor, he would be even happier.

Theoretical knowledge is always boring, and most of the time was spent practicing and making potions. They were divided into groups of two, and first processed the herbs according to the steps taught by Professor Snape.

Malfoy directly ordered Hetty to deal with some of the herbs, but he was not idle either. Apart from taking a look at Potter's situation from time to time, he never stopped working. He didn't seem to dare to do anything with Snape.

How unrestrained in class.

Although he had been picky about everything, at least the two of them were doing well, but something seemed to have happened to Potter. The cauldron on their table suddenly exploded, and the potion in it spilled all over the floor.

"Idiot!" Snape roared, and he waved his wand to sweep away the potion on the ground. "I think you put the porcupine quills in the pot without taking it off the fire, right?

Send him to the hospital ward above first," Snape said sternly to the student next to him.

Hetty glanced at the affected student and guessed that it was most likely the genius who blew up the cauldron - Neville Longbottom. But she had no interest in watching now, as they hadn't finished their own work yet. However,

Malfoy had been paying attention to the situation at Potter's place. When he saw Professor Snape deducting points from Gryffindor and Potter was helpless, Malfoy was finally satisfied and continued to make potions, even to Hetty.

My attitude has improved a little bit.

So, doesn’t Malfoy really have a crush on Potter? Hetty only thinks that he must be truly in love with Potter. As long as Potter is around, he will definitely put at least half of his attention on Potter and be ready anytime and anywhere.
Chapter completed!