Hogwarts snake in the mist

"Who are you?" The person who opened the door was a little girl with short black hair, Pansy Parkinson.Draco's scolding was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door.

He turned around, trying to see who the guy who interrupted him was, but he saw a familiar face.

"It's you." Draco immediately put on a look of contempt, "Didn't you hang out with those mudbloods? Why, you regretted it?" He saw Eric when he just went to see Harry.

But compared to Eric, who came from a small family, Draco wanted to make friends with the famous Harry.It's a pity that Harry doesn't appreciate it and still wants to stay with Ron, the traitor.

"Draco, if I were you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to openly antagonize a half-blood wizard."

"You are the same traitor as the Weasley family." Draco said in a bad tone. The good impression Eric had created on him at Mrs. Malkin's shop had now disappeared.

"Draco, I appreciate your Malfoy family's review of the situation and your approach to maximizing your own interests. But your style now does not look like a Malfoy family."

Eric tried his best to sound mature, although it always felt weird for a little boy to say such words.

"If it is true, as you said, that pure-blood wizards are inherently more powerful than those hybrids, then one pure-blood wizard can probably deal with two mixed-race wizards. Let's assume that for now."

"There are 28 pure-blood wizards, excluding small families of course. How many mixed-blood wizards are there? The answer is countless. When pure-blood wizards and mixed-blood wizards go to war, who do you think will win?"

Draco didn't even think about it and said directly: "Of course it's a pure-blood wizard, how can a mudblood defeat us?"

"That's not necessarily true. In a war, there are many mixed-blood wizards, so they can use the crowd tactics. When three or even four mixed-blood wizards face off against a pure-blood wizard, do you think the pure-blood wizard will still win?"

"And among the 28 families, some families are more pro-Muggles and mixed-bloods. Most families are neutral. Only a few families are so hostile to Muggles and mixed-bloods."

"If a war really breaks out, how many families will be left that are really willing to fight?"

Draco was silent. He felt something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong. Everything he said seemed to be right.

When Eric saw him starting to think deeply, he knew he had succeeded.At least Draco was fooled now.

He didn't ask Draco to turn pro-Muggle and half-blood all of a sudden, that wouldn't be realistic, as long as he didn't use the pure-blood half-blood to fire taunts every day.

"Okay, you're right." Draco thought for a long time but couldn't find the flaw in Eric's words, so he could only agree in frustration.

"So, it's easy to have a good relationship with mixed-blood wizards, because we pure-blood wizards only need to give them a little equality and respect."

Eric deliberately regarded him and Draco as the same kind of people. Sir, now the world is dominated by mixed-blood wizards.He thought to himself.

"You can think about what you said today carefully. I am reminding you because we are still friends. It's up to you whether you want to change. I'm going to find Harry first."

Eric quickly left Draco's box and hurried back to eat the delicious chocolate frog.

Do I really want to be friends with those mudbloods? Draco sat by the window, his face uncertain.

Returning to Harry's box, he saw Hermione there.They chatted about many strange topics and ate a lot of chocolate frogs along the way, and finally arrived at Hogwarts.

"First years, first years come over here Harry, come over here, how are you?" It was Hagrid, "There can't be more than four people in a boat."

Of course Eric is on the same boat as Iron Triangle and the others. As for Neville, he likes to take that boat.

Then there is the opening banquet and the sorting ceremony.

"Eric, what test do you think they will give to sort us into different schools?" Ron asked in a low voice to Eric beside him. Harry was listening to Professor McGonagall attentively.

"I don't know, it shouldn't be difficult."

The Sorting Hat opened its mouth and began to sing.

You may belong to Gryffindor,

There is courage buried in the bottom of my heart,

Their courage, boldness and chivalry,

Make Gryffindor stand out;

You may belong to Hufflepuff,

The people there are upright and faithful,

Hufflepuffs are stoic and honest,

Not afraid of hard work;

If you're smart,

Into wise old Ravenclaw, perhaps,

Those who are wise and learned,

Will always meet their fellows there;

Maybe you'll be in Slytherin,

Maybe you make a true friend here,

But those cunning and insidious people will do everything possible to

to achieve their goals.

"Next, those whose names are called, come up one by one, put on the sorting hat, and wait to be sorted." Professor McGonagall took out a list with the names of the new students and began to call them one by one.

"Hannah Abbott"

"Gryffindor"

"Next up, Eric Klein."

He walked over and put on the Sorting Hat.Let's just settle for which house I will be assigned to. Eric quietly waited for the Sorting Hat to make its choice.

"Wow, your mind is unexpectedly mature," the Sorting Hat said in Eric's ear in a small voice, "Oh my God, it's really unexpected. In such a terrifying city, you are really still an 11-year-old child. "

Eric was shocked. Could it be that the Sorting Hat saw it?

"You're wasting your talent if you don't go to Slytherin."

"Slytherin"

The Sorting Hat shouted out Eric's sorting result.Draco turned around and looked at him strangely, while Harry and Ron watched in disappointment as Eric walked to the Slytherin table over there.

"Is there something wrong with the Sorting Hat? How could Eric be sorted into Slytherin?" Ron muttered quietly, "I really hope that both Harry and Eric will come to Gryffindor."

Fortunately, the fact that Harry was assigned to Gryffindor dissipated Ron's small dissatisfaction, followed by Principal Dumbledore's speech and a sumptuous opening banquet.

"Can I change places with you?" Eric was carefully cutting the meat from the chicken legs with a knife to eat when he heard something moving next to him.It turned out that Draco had changed places with a boy who was sitting next to him.

"Aren't you playing well with those mudbloods and half-breeds? Why did you end up in Slytherin?" Probably Eric's analysis on the train affected Draco, and he has now changed his name to not being called a mudblood. Changed to a mixed race.

Whenever Draco wanted to call him a Mudblood, he would always have a terrifying image in his mind of three or four half-blood wizards rushing up to deal with him with wands.

Eric didn't want to talk to him, but the chicken legs caught his attention more.Although I ate a lot of chocolate frogs on the train, I felt hungry again for some reason.

If it weren't for the fact that everyone else in Slytherin was eating elegantly with a knife and fork.Eric really wanted to grab it and eat it. "Well Draco, you can't just take everything at face value."

Leaving such an ambiguous sentence and a confused Draco, Eric stopped paying attention to him and concentrated on dealing with the chicken legs.