Hogwarts, where the stars shine

There were only two people left in the smoky underground classroom just now, the strong and majestic teacher and the thin student.

The two stood facing each other, not far apart.

Snape observed Mesa carefully. Even without using Legilimency, it was not easy to lie in front of him.As the spy king of the magic world, lies and disguise are the foundation for his survival.

If a student lies in front of Snape, it is tantamount to playing tricks on the class, and is extremely disrespectful to Snape's career as a child.

Although Snape had already confirmed in his mind that Mesa was the one who cast the spell, the Potions Master did not immediately punish him.

It's not because Snape can't produce strong evidence. Just kidding, since when does Snape need evidence to punish students?

No punishment was given, just because the thin boy with black hair and black eyes in front of him suddenly reminded Snape of himself when he was young.Once upon a time, young Severus Snape was also a bully.

It was impossible for Marcus Flint and others to confuse right and wrong and stir up trouble, and it was impossible to hide it from Snape's eyes. He was very aware of the dire situation in Mesa at this stage.

Mesa Black was not the first Muggle-born student in Slytherin, and she would never be the last.

Along the way from the first Slytherin freshman to the current Slytherin Dean, Snape has seen too many similar situations.

Bullying from students in the same house is a must for Mesa's growth, and it was doomed from the moment he joined Slytherin.If you step forward, the sky and the sea will naturally be vast; if you cannot step forward, you will be trampled into the soil, even worse than the humble dust.

"Before school starts, I should have warned you." Snape said slowly, "Hogwarts has strict rules, and the wizarding world also has laws."

Snape's voice was like a whisper, light and airy, but it could be clearly conveyed to Mesa's ears word by word.

"Once you enter the magical world, you must obey the laws here." Mesa said, "I remember it very clearly, Professor Snape."

Mesa naturally took this warning from Snape before the start of school to heart.

Mesa has a very clear understanding of himself. He knows very well that he is a weakling now. There are many strong people in the magic world who can crush him to death. Hogwarts is not something he can mess around with now. place.

This is why Mesa only gave Bol and Derek a warning instead of directly seriously injuring them.

Seriously injuring two students and making two students "sick" are two very different things, and the school's attention will be very different.

Once a student is seriously injured or dies abnormally on campus, the school will conduct a thorough investigation to find out the real culprit.As for minor matters such as "sickness" and minor injuries, the school usually doesn't pay too much attention.

At Hogwarts, whether it is malicious injury on the Quidditch field or shooting curses between students, as long as it does not cause serious injury or death, the school's punishment for the perpetrator is not serious.

It's nothing more than a package combination of deducted points and confinement, and it won't even be reported to the Ministry of Magic.

That's why Mesa retaliated by using a curse to make them "sick" while they were sleeping, instead of hanging the two of them on a swing from the chandelier when they were unable to fight back.

Snape's second warning today was to warn Mesa: Even if you want to retaliate or fight back, you must be cautious and methodical, and you must not go too far.

Fighting back impulsively as soon as your mind gets hot, without caring about the method or the consequences, that is not what a Slytherin should be like.

Not that group of reckless Gryffindor, Slytherin does not need Gryffindor-style bravery.

Snape took a step forward, looked at Mesa condescendingly, and said softly: "Just remember it. Rules are rules. From the day they were made, people have to abide by them. If you don't want to abide by them, There will also be people who will force you to comply.”

"But Professor, if the person who made the rules is wrong, and the rules he made are wrong...should we still submit?" Mesa silently stepped back half a step, his hands behind his back tightly clenched into fists.

Hearing this, Snape's dark eyes flashed with a hint of imperceptible admiration, but he was still cold when he spoke.

He said: "The strong make the rules, and the weak must abide by them. Everything you do must be within the scope of the rules, unless you have the strength to break the rules, or... you are prepared to die."

"Tell me, you, Mesa Black, are you the former, or the latter?"

His clenched fists were loosened. He had been a man for two generations and had lived on the streets for a while. Mesa's ability to observe people's emotions was not bad.Mesa could see and hear that the seemingly stern Professor Snape had no intention of punishing him, at least not yet.

Maybe it's because he hasn't been caught, maybe it's because his approach is still within the allowed range, or maybe it's because he's more valuable than Bol and Derek.

"I remember, Professor Snape." Mesa nodded solemnly.

He knew the elegant meaning of the string song, and Mesa thought he understood the hidden meaning of Snape's words.

If a helpless orphan wants to avoid being bullied, he should participate in the formulation of rules and become the one who makes them.Or, simply override the rules and no longer be bound by any restrictions.

Mesa, who once lived on the streets, certainly understands this.

The law of the jungle has always been the same. If you don't want to be the meat of the weak or the soup in the cup, you must hold the handle of the knife tightly and become the person who wields the knife.

"You'd better remember it firmly and imprint it deeply in your blank mind." Snape's voice was cold and devoid of any emotion. "Now, you can leave."

With that said, Snape ignored Mesa and turned back to the podium to sort out the glass bottles handed in by the students.The black robe floated behind him, like black waves rising from the sea.

Mesa took three steps back, then turned around and strode out of the classroom door.

……

In the afternoon, the first-year students of Slytherin House walked out of the castle in twos and threes. Their destination was the greenhouse.

Herbalism, equivalent to Muggle botany, is one of the basic disciplines in the wizarding world.Therefore, the first graders take herbal medicine classes three times a week to learn how to cultivate these exotic plants and fungi and understand their uses.

Magical plants are not limited to medicinal purposes; there are many complex and dangerous plants among them.These dangerous, magical plants that can even cause death will gradually come into contact with you as you learn more about herbalism.

The pudgy Professor Sprout was still standing at the door, welcoming the first-year students.Her kind smile was as warm and gentle as the sunshine at this time.

Under the leadership of Professor Sprout, the freshmen walked into the greenhouse.

To Mesa's surprise, the smell of dragon dung in the greenhouse seemed to be lighter and no longer pervasive.

The content of this class is still learning about fresh flowers. Different from the knowledge and understanding in the first class, the freshmen in this class will touch this plant with their own hands.

The healing and fragrant white plant grows in the mountains and canyons of Crete, Greece. The plant is about one foot tall and feels like velvet.

Thanks to Professor Sprout's careful care, the flowers at Hogwarts are growing vigorously in the summer, blooming pink flowers one after another, bringing a touch of bright color to the greenhouse.

It's autumn now, and with the help of magic fertilizer, the white flowers will continue to grow vigorously.

In order not to delay the subsequent growth of the white flowers, the students must complete the transplantation of the white flowers under the guidance of Professor Sprout and transplant the white flowers into flower pots that are more suitable for their growth.

Following the method taught by Professor Sprout, Mesa, wearing gloves, began to spread soil into the new flowerpot in preparation for the subsequent transplanting work.

Time passed little by little, and Mesa completed the preliminary preparations for transplanting.

Just as he was about to take a break and catch his breath, he noticed unfriendly eyes again.

The owner of his gaze was still the two Slytherins from Potions class in the morning.Different from the morning, this time the two of them did not lower their heads immediately, but instead looked at Mesa unwilling to be outdone.

Mesa didn't like their looks, so he stopped looking at them and concentrated on the plants in his hands.

Perhaps seeing Mesa withdraw his gaze, the two Slytherins smiled triumphantly, like generals who had won a battle.

But what they didn't know was that Mesa didn't look at them because he was afraid, but because he wanted to secretly take some fresh food back.

Someone will be in need of this healing plant tonight.