Originally, Neville and Seamus were supposed to be in one group, and Harry and Ron in another.
Neville was now sorted into Hufflepuff, and Ron had seen how Snape was targeting Harry.
Out of fear, he chose to team up with Seamus.
Harry was with another of their roommates.
But Seamus's reputation as a demolition genius was well-deserved!
He and Ron, two people who hadn't read a single page of a potions textbook combined, just messed around relying on their intuition.
They detonated the crucible directly!
Not only did it cause him to be covered in scabies, but it also made him scream in pain.
It also implicated many people around them!
Even Snape, who originally intended to cause trouble for Harry, was accidentally injured by them!
Hidden beneath the black robe, a large number of red scars appeared on his neck!
"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Finnegan, for your excellent conduct, Gryffindor loses ten points!"
"Hurry up and get these two idiots to the school clinic!"
Snape's tone was colder than ever before.
Then he looked at Harry, who was closest to the two of them.
"Mr. Potter, you were so close, why didn't you stop their wrongdoing!"
Harry: ? ? ?
What does this have to do with me?
What did I do to deserve this?
"Do you think that your classmate's foolish behavior highlights your savior-like excellence?"
"Because of your scheming, Gryffindor will lose another five points!"
Harry was completely bewildered.
He wanted to argue, but seeing Ron and Seamus groaning in pain, he gritted his teeth and decided to take them to the school clinic first.
The first Potions class ended dramatically, thanks to the torment of Ron and Seamus.
Gryffindor lost several points on the first day because of the main characters.
Looking at Harry's dejected face, Argus sighed deeply.
Blame your father for making you a man.
If you were a girl, Snape could probably take down Voldemort single-handedly.
Even Argus could imagine what it would be like if Harry turned into Harley.
Snape: Miss Potter, what would happen if I added daffodil bulb powder to wormwood stem sap?
Harley: I don't know.
Snape: Oh, for your honesty, Gryffindor gets five points!
...
Argus made his way to the lobby.
The Hogwarts curriculum was similar to the university in Argus's previous life.
The classes were mainly large lectures, usually lasting one and a half to two hours.
It was noon when the two classes ended.
Because they had come from the very bottom of Hogwarts Castle, when Argus arrived at the hall, many people were already seated at the long tables of the four houses.
When she saw him coming, Hermione waved her arm happily.
"Argus!"
"Clever Miss Granger, I heard from a friend that you earned Ravenclaw a lot of points in Charms class today."
Since the results of last night's battle had already been shown to the Hogwarts students that morning, Argus did not need to sit in the head seat at all times as a reminder.
He went straight to the Ravenclaw table and sat down next to Hermione.
Many of the young girls in Ravenclaw instinctively straightened their clothes when they saw Argus arrive.
They subtly moved their positions toward Argus.
A smug glint flashed in Hermione's eyes, but then she seemed to realize something and her expression turned annoyed.
"But in our first Potions class, Professor Snape didn't give me any extra points."
"They even scolded me!"
"He said I... he said I..."
"Miss Granger, do you think you're much smarter than everyone else? Are you using your raised hand to show how different you are?"
Argus imitated Snape's characteristic intonation, which earned him a flurry of playful punches from Hermione.
The two ate and chatted.
Just then, a bird chirping sound came from the ceiling.
A large flock of owls flew in carrying all sorts of letters and gifts.
"Chirp, chirp!"
Two newspapers were thrown in front of Argus, attracting Hermione's attention.
"Argus, you still look at these?"
"I thought you..."
"You think I spend all my time memorizing textbooks?"
Argus's revelation made Hermione blush slightly.
Ever since she learned that Argus could memorize the knowledge in the third-year textbook, Hermione felt a sense of crisis.
Aside from eating and attending classes, he would even be reading textbooks before going to bed.
As Argus swallowed the last bite of food, a news item in the newspaper caught his attention.
"Gringotts attacked! Suspected to be the work of a dark wizard!"
"The Gringotts goblins have repeatedly insisted that nothing was stolen!"
Voldemort had finally made his move!
Argus's eyes gleamed.
He had been waiting for this moment for far too long.
Compared to Dumbledore's attempts to stop him and the International Confederation of Wizards's fear, he wanted Voldemort to be resurrected as soon as possible.
Use his terror to draw fire and buy time for the acolytes' development!
After all, compared to the living, still-in-the-middle-aged Dark Lord, a young wizard who was not yet an adult and a group of old, weak, and sick people were simply insignificant.
Only if he was active would Dumbledore and the various Ministries of Magic keep their eyes off him.
However, Argus did not intend for his resurrection to proceed as smoothly as in the original story.
Resurrection was possible, but it had to be under his own control!
In addition, Gringotts' actions were also a very important part of his plan.
One of Voldemort's Horcruxes, the Hufflepuff Cup, was hidden in Gringotts' Lestrange vault.
Neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore would ever give up.
As soon as they learned of this news, they would definitely take action against Gringotts.
Perhaps one attack would not shake the wizard's confidence in Gringotts, but what about a second one?
What about the third time, the fourth time?
Attacks continued to occur, and Gringotts had no chance of resistance.
Which wizard would still feel comfortable depositing money there?
Even if Gringotts repeatedly claimed that nothing was stolen, who would believe it?
Argus had been eyeing the Wizarding World's gold mine for many years.
Now was the best opportunity!
Argus had considered getting his hands on Hufflepuff's Cup ahead of time, but Gringotts had stood strong in the wizarding world for many years and was not something he could easily conquer.
Moreover, the Lestrange vault was enchanted, making it difficult to enter. Finding a cup among a mountain of gold would require either Harry or Voldemort, both of whom were Horcruxes, to accomplish.
Instead of wasting a lot of time and energy, it was better to choose other soul weapons.
Meanwhile, Harry also saw the news in Ron's newspaper.
But his focus was more on the attacked vault.
Without their advisor, the duo were like headless flies, guessing wildly but never finding a solution.
...
Before he knew it, it was already afternoon.
Draco, like a wild dog let loose, did not even wait for Argus before running outside with Goyle and Crabbe.
"Did he drink too much fake alcohol?"
"The first period this afternoon is flight class, which Draco has been looking forward to for a long time."
Pansy shook her head helplessly.
Like Argus, she belonged to the minority who were not interested in Quidditch.
The enjoyment of flying had naturally diminished considerably.
"No wonder."
Argus shook his head helplessly and followed the Slytherin group to the flight lesson area.