Because of his love for studying, Anton wasn't isolated by his classmates, but instead became the most popular person.
The reason was...
The homework assigned after every class, measured by length.
The first-year wizards' curriculum was more relaxed than other years, with only one long class (two hours) in the morning. Except for Professor McGonagall's and Professor Snape's classes, the others even had a ten-minute break in the middle.
But that was it.
There were two long classes in the afternoon, and a short class (one hour) in the evening.
From Monday to Friday morning, the schedule was packed, and every single class had homework.
Anton really couldn't understand how the little lions had time to sneak out for night wanderings.
Later, he finally understood.
Due to his argument with Hermione, Ron had to find Anton and take his homework to copy with his buddies.
These buddies included Harry, Neville, Seamus, and others.
And this was the norm at school. Except for the diligent kids in Ravenclaw, Anton's homework, through Ron and Draco, was passed around to almost half the year.
One could imagine how tragic the theoretical knowledge these young wizards would master would be.
But it didn't have much of an impact. The Weasley twins from the upper years told Anton that the end-of-term exams for the lower years only tested spell-casting.
Anton loved every class.
Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration was magical.
Professor Flitwick's Charms class was magical.
Professor Sprout's Herbology was magical.
...
Anton even loved Flying class to death.
He would usually go to the library to borrow books he liked, and wait for Madam Hooch to run into a problem, then he could peacefully read more than half a book.
It had always been like this.
Flying class was full of problems from the very first lesson.
Madam Hooch said a few words, Neville was carried into the air by his broomstick and got injured. Madam Hooch's solution was to personally take Neville for treatment, leaving these restless kids alone with their brooms.
Then Draco and Harry, as expected, took to the skies.
Tsk tsk tsk.
And so it went, until one day.
The Head of Slytherin House, Professor Snape, summoned him to his office.
"Antonin Weasley," Snape drawled.
"You can call me Anton, my idol," Anton replied with a grin.
Snape's mouth twitched, "Stop that foolish form of address, call me Head of House Snape."
"Okay," Anton looked at Snape obediently.
Logically, Snape's mind should be completely occupied with Harry Potter right now, so it was unlikely he would pay attention to him.
Snape was clearly a bit agitated at this moment, completely lacking his usual composure, pacing back and forth by his desk.
Finally, he stopped, turned his head to look over, his long, greasy hair swaying.
"Ha-rry... Potter! Chosen by McGonagall as the Seeker for the Quidditch match. This is clearly against the rules. We never let first-year students do such a thing."
Anton nodded, "I've heard about it. Professor McGonagall personally took Harry Potter to see Headmaster Dumbledore to get special permission, and even paid out of her own pocket to buy Harry a Nimbus 2000. Wow, its performance is really good."
The more Anton spoke, the darker Snape's face became.
"Clearly, Harry Potter possesses talent beyond the ordinary..."
Snape let out a low growl, "Shut up!"
Anton looked at his Head of House with a helpless expression and shrugged, "..."
The two stared at each other. Snape's expression shifted, as if he had thought of something very unpleasant. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "We Slytherins cannot lose at Quidditch. This is the glory that belongs to our house!"
Is that really so? My idol?
Anton smiled without saying a word.
"I have seen your flying skills," Snape stared coldly at Anton. "Casting spells with your wand while riding a broomstick. Your talent is clearly very good too."
"???" Anton looked bewildered. Right, he had cast a Shield Charm on Lupin and attacked Snape, but that was almost a year ago. Does this guy hold a grudge for that long?
"You will join the Quidditch team, as a Seeker too!" Snape waved his hand, making the decision!
Anton could hardly believe his ears, looking at Snape as if he were some kind of freak. "You're not joking, are you?"
Snape's icy gaze was fixed on Anton, "Do you have a problem with that?"
"I refuse!"
Anton's reply was very direct.
"I hate Quidditch. It's the most foolish sport I've ever seen."
What a joke. Just because he could ride a motorcycle for transportation didn't mean he had to participate in racing.
Competing on a stick with no protection, at speeds comparable to an airplane?
Is this a competition?
This is risking your life!
Anton was here to study, not to risk his life playing with a ball!
Snape's brain must be fried.
Anton couldn't understand.
Snape was clearly furious, his index finger held stiffly, pointing at the door, roaring, "Get out!"
Well, his Head of House was angry. Anton could only explain helplessly, "Judging by your expression, you think so too, right?"
"Ha!" Snape let out a strange, inscrutable laugh and pushed the door open to leave himself.
He had the air of "if you won't go, I will."
Oh, what a foul-tempered Head of House.
The most Snape could do was throw a tantrum. What else could he do? Deduct house points from him? If he really did that, it would be very interesting.
Just then, a "squeak, squeak, squeak" sound came from a shelf in the corner of Snape's office.
Anton raised an eyebrow and walked over curiously.
A small, fluffy, pink creature with large eyes and a tender, bird-like beak.
It looked a bit like a 'Fwooper' or an 'Angry Bird'.
Tsk tsk tsk, Snape's girlish heart?
This fat, pink-feathered bird seemed to have a stone stuck in its throat, constantly letting out pitiful, crow-like hoarse cries, and sneezing from time to time.
"Knock, knock, knock."
A heavy knock on the door. "Professor Snape, are you there?"
Then, a huge figure walked in through the open door, "I heard you got a sub-dragon species. That's so interesting. Can you let me see... huh, I think I've seen you somewhere before?"
Anton looked at him with a smile, "Hagrid."
"My name is Antonin Weasley, you can call me Anton."
"Weasley?" Hagrid had a strange look on his face. Since the Weasley twins came back for the school year, the Forbidden Forest had become a bit more lively.
He suddenly slapped his own head, "I remember now! In the Leaky Cauldron, you sold Professor Snape a strange brain."
Anton nodded, "Long time no see."
Hagrid rubbed his hands together excitedly, "I remember you told me you would write to me and introduce some fluffy little cuties. I've been waiting for your owl, but it never came."
"Yeah..." Anton also felt a bit emotional. "A lot has happened. Later, I started living with Lupin."