Chapter 91

Only then did he look up.

He saw Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore talking sternly, but Dumbledore shook his head.

He also saw Professor Quirrell, with a ridiculous cloth wrapped around his head, facing his back to him, talking to a professor with greasy hair and a hooked nose.

But that professor wasn't listening at all.

His gaze was looking at him with disgust.

"Ouch!"

Harry covered his forehead.

"What's wrong?"

Percy asked.

"No, nothing."

Harry shook his head.

The wound went from painful to disappeared in an instant.

The only thing he remembered was that the sallow-faced professor might extremely hate him.

"Who is that professor talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"That's the Potions professor, Professor Snape of Slytherin House; he likes to deduct points from Gryffindor, hope you don't get caught by him."

Percy shrugged and said.

Harry looked up at Professor Snape for a while longer; that professor wasn't looking at him anymore.

Harry turned back, feeling hungry again, and wanted to take another piece of pudding, only to find that everything on the table had disappeared.

Dumbledore stood up.

"Alright, everyone is full and satisfied; now I will announce some precautions:

First-year students are forbidden from entering the Forbidden Forest, and the same goes for students of other years.

Mr. Filch asked me to remind everyone not to use magic in the corridors.

Finally, I remind everyone that those who do not wish to die miserably or encounter accidents, please do not approach the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed loudly, only to find that only a few people were laughing like that.

"Now, let us sing the school song!"

Dumbledore waved his hand, and golden ribbons flew out from his wand, twisting into words above the dining table.

"Ready, sing!"

PS: This book sets Harry as not a bad person, just a reckless little lion who finds it hard to think of these things.