Chapter 66 Snape's Girlish Attitude

Because of his love of learning, Anton was not isolated by his classmates, but became the most popular person.

The reason is...

The length of homework for each class.

The little wizard class in the first grade is easier than other grades. There is only one big class (two hours) in the morning. Except for the class of Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, there will be more than ten minutes of relaxation time in the middle of other classes.

But no more than that.

There are two big classes in the afternoon and one small class (one hour) in the evening.

Classes are packed every day from Monday to Friday morning, and every class has homework.

Anton really couldn't understand how the little lions had time to go out for night swims in the middle of the night.

Then he finally understood.

Because of the quarrel with Hermione, Ron had to find Anton, take homework and copy it with his friends.

The friends included Harry, Neville, Seamus and others.

And this is the normal state in the school. Except for the hard-working children in Ravenclaw, Anton's homework has been spread through Ron and Draco for almost half a year.

It is conceivable that the theoretical knowledge these little wizards mastered would be a tragedy.

But it didn't have much impact. The senior twins told Anton that only casting spells would be tested in the final exam of the lower grades.

Anton loved every single course.

Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration is amazing.

Professor Flitwick's Charms class is amazing.

Professor Sprout's herbalism is amazing.

...

Even the flying lessons, Anton loved it to death.

He usually goes to the library to borrow books he likes, and when Mrs. Hooch has a problem, he can read most of the books with peace of mind.

This has always been the case.

Flying lessons are filled with questions from the very first lesson.

Mrs. Hooch said a few words. Neville was lifted into the air by the broomstick and was injured. Mrs. Hooch's solution was to take Neville to heal herself, and let these children who were about to move stay with the broomstick.

Then Draco and Harry really flew into the sky.

Tut tut.

In this way, until a certain day.

The Head of Slytherin, Professor Snape, called himself into his office.

"Anthony Weasley." Snape drawled.

"You can call me Anton, idol." Anton replied with a smile.

Snape twitched the corner of his mouth, "Stop your stupid address and call me Dean Snape."

"Okay." Anton looked at Snape obediently.

It stands to reason that Snape is now preoccupied with Harry Potter, and it is unlikely that he will pay attention to himself.

At this time, Snape was obviously a little anxious, completely lost his usual composure, and walked around the desk.

Finally he stopped and looked over, his long, greasy hair twitching.

"Ha~ Rui... Pote! Being selected by McGonagall as the Seeker for the Quidditch match is obviously against the rules. We never let first-year students do this kind of thing."

Anton nodded, "I've heard that Professor McGonagall personally took Harry Potter to Principal Dumbledore to obtain a license, and bought Harry a Nimbus 2000 out of his own pocket. Wow, That performed really well."

The more Anton talked about Snape's face darkened.

"Obviously, Harry Potter has talents beyond ordinary people..."

Snape growled, "Shut up!"

Anton looked helplessly at his dean, spread his hands, "..."

The two stared at each other, and Snape's face changed for a while, as if he had thought of something very unpleasant, and finally he said word by word through gritted teeth, "We Slater can't lose Quidditch, this belongs to our academy. glory!"

Is it really? Idol?

Anton smiled and said nothing.

"I've seen your flying skills." Snape stared at Anton coldly. "Using a wand to cast spells while riding a broomstick, your talent is obviously very good."

"???" Anton looked bewildered, yes, at that time he cast the Iron Armor Curse on Lupine and attacked Snape, but it's been almost a year, is this person so vengeful?

"You go to Quidditch and become a Seeker!" Snape waved his hand to make a decision!

Anton couldn't believe his ears, looking at Snape as if looking at a strange flower, "You're not joking, are you?"

Snape stared fixedly at Anton with eyes like icebergs, "Do you have any objections?"

"I reject!"

Anton's answer was very straightforward.

"I hate Quidditch, it's the dumbest sport I've ever seen."

Just kidding, he knows how to drive a motorcycle, but it doesn't mean he's going to participate in racing.

Race on this unprotected stick that's as fast as an airplane?

What the hell is this game?

This is desperate!

Anton came to study, not to play ball with his life!

Snape's head was simply a joke.

Anton said he couldn't understand.

Snape was obviously pissed off, his index finger stretched straight, pointed out the door, and roared, "Get out!"

Well, the dean was angry, Anton could only helplessly explain, "Looking at your expression, you think so too, right?"

"Ha!" Snape let out a strange, incomprehensible laugh, pushed the door open and walked out.

There is a kind of momentum that if you don't go, I will go.

Oh, the bad-natured dean.

Snape could only lose his temper at best, what else could he do? Deduct his college points? If so, it would be very interesting.

At this moment, there was a 'creak creak' sound from the shelf in the corner of Snape's office.

Anton raised his eyebrows and walked over curiously.

A small pink fluffy animal with big eyes and a pink beak like a bird.

It looks a bit like a 'color change bird' or 'angry bird'.

Tsk tsk tsk, is Snape a girl at heart?

This kind of fat bird with pink feathers seems to have a stone stuck in its throat. It has been making a pitiful hoarse cry like a crow and sneezing from time to time.

"Boom boom boom."

There was a heavy knock on the door, "Professor Snape, are you there?"

Then, a huge figure came in from the opened door, "I heard that you brought a sub-dragon, it's so interesting, it can let me see... Eh, I seem to have seen you somewhere? "

Anton looked at him with a smile, "Hagrid."

"My name is Anthony Weasley, you can call me Anton."

"Weasley?" Hagrid looked strange. The Weasley twins came back from school recently, and the Forbidden Forest became more lively.

He patted himself on the head violently, "I remember, at the Leaky Cauldron, you sold Professor Snape a strange brain."

Anton nodded, "Long time no see."

Hagrid rubbed his hands excitedly, "I remember you told me that you would write to me and introduce some cute little furry. I haven't waited for your owl."

"Yeah..." Anton also felt a little emotional, "A lot of things happened, and then I lived with Lupine."