The day of the duel at Hogwarts

Sitting in front of the long table in the auditorium, Sean looked at the Slytherins who either nodded slightly to him, or simply greeted him with a smile, or at the worst, pretended that he didn't exist, and sighed with a headache. tone.

Why are you so kind to yourself?

Did you agree to fight for Malfoy?

Did you agree that you, the son of a squib, would dislike you and keep causing trouble for you?

Why are everyone so friendly all of a sudden?

Then who should we fight with?

You can't let others greet you with a smile and then challenge them yourself!

In this case, the reason for the challenge is other than the fact that these people laugh too ugly and there is no other reason!

Speaking of having an ugly smile, Sean glanced at Marcus Flint, the sixth-grade Slytherin Quidditch captain, and turned his head helplessly. If this guy can be considered a cold-faced villain when he doesn't smile, When he smiles, he has two rows of very uneven buck teeth and eyes that are invisible when squinted. There are really few people with a more ugly smile than him.

"Ugh……"

Sean sighed, somewhat sighing.

Strength and family.

Sean's strength earned him respect, and his family made others smile towards him.

In fact, when he proposed the duel to Malfoy, Sean had already thought about what would happen if he was targeted by most people in Slytherin in the future. At that time, Sean's idea was to find a room of his own in the Room of Requirement. room, rest there, independent of Slytherin, and then go to class as normal, and find opportunities to duel if you don't like whoever you like.

In the end, Sean's plan didn't work at all. All the consequences of his duel with Malfoy had been completely eliminated by his cheap grandfather personally coming forward.

My cheap grandfather did this to such an extent because he didn't just use me as Millicent's whetstone. What on earth did he want to be so concerned about me, a grandson he just got to know?

He couldn't possibly be trying to figure me out, could he?

Ghost letter!

Sean didn't spend his time speculating about the conspiracy of his cheap grandfather.

At this stage, regardless of what the cheap grandfather thinks about him, what he does is really beneficial to him. Sean simply pretends to be stupid and takes the benefits first. As for what other ideas the cheap grandfather has later, let’s talk about it when the time comes. At worst, he would sneak away to Hong Kong to work in the entertainment industry, and he wouldn't be able to control him anyway.

After stuffing the last spoonful of oatmeal into his mouth, the Gryffindor table opposite suddenly burst into laughter. Looking up, Sean realized that the Weasley twins were playing tricks on someone again, which triggered Grenffindor's reaction. The laughter of Findor and a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws.

Among them, Goyle on the Slytherin side also wanted to laugh, but was knocked back by Malfoy with an elbow. For Slytherin, laughing in public is already a very embarrassing thing, let alone because of Grant. Fendo laughed out loud, which was even more embarrassing.

Most of the Slytherins were bored by the laughter. They preferred a quieter environment. If Hogwarts had not been subject to school rules, it would have been impossible for them to dine in such an environment.

Unlike most people in Slytherin, Sean didn't think much about these laughter. Looking at the other three houses that were far more lively than usual, Sean suddenly realized that tomorrow is Halloween. I'm afraid this will happen. This is the reason why the other three colleges have become so lively. After all, for underage students, festivals themselves are already very tempting.

Halloween?

Sean sat on the long table and suddenly thought that in the past years at home, whenever Halloween came, his old father would take time out of going to the gym and fighting dojo to decorate the house like it belonged to Halloween. Unfortunately, this year he There is no way to see this scene.

and many more……

Sean frowned slightly, suddenly thinking of something.

He vaguely remembered that something happened on Halloween, which made Hogwarts uneasy. Especially Harry and the others seemed to have encountered some problems. Although it was a near miss, it was very noteworthy.

It's just that Sean has been in this world for so long, and his memory of the plot itself only retains a few key points. Many details and subplots have become vague, and it is impossible to fully recall them for a while.

Forget it, let's see when the time comes. Anyway, they were in danger and it had nothing to do with me.

Thinking of this, Sean stopped thinking about it, picked up another piece of bread and started eating it with bacon.

At this time, Blaise arrived late. Looking at his tired look, Sean had a slightly strange expression.

"You guys, didn't you go fooling around last night?"

"How can you call it fooling around?" Blaise said righteously: "How can you slander me out of thin air? What is fooling around? I was in a serious relationship! Can the intimate contact of love be called fooling around?"

"Oh..." Sean said with a normal expression: "So I didn't say anything wrong, right?"

"more or less."

Sean has become accustomed to Brace's chaotic private life, and in this regard, Brace is indeed a bit shameless.

"Okay, hurry up and eat. There will be a Transfiguration class later. Professor McGonagall will not give Slytherin preferential treatment. If you dare to fall asleep in class, Professor McGonagall will definitely deduct points from you severely. After all, lately For a while, Gryffindor's points have dropped sharply, and I think Professor McGonagall will still be willing to deduct points from Slytherin within the prescribed range."

While stuffing something into his mouth, Blaise chuckled and said, "Isn't this all thanks to you? It's only been less than three months since school started, and you've almost earned back the points you deducted before. If you continue to work hard after this, Thinking about the speed at which Gryffindor's savior deducted points, our Slytherin's seventh consecutive championship should be a success."

Hearing this, Sean looked at Blaise with a strange expression. He vaguely remembered that Slytherin's consecutive championship this semester should have been ended by Gryffindor. After all, Dumbledore was here to recharge Harry. Even two Slytherins may not be able to withstand fifty or hundreds of bonus points.

Coupled with Harry's talent in Quidditch, the extra points are a certainty. When it comes to extra points, even three or five of them tied together can't beat Harry.

What Sean can do now is to make up for all his points. If conditions permit, he can add some more points. In this way, even if the consecutive championships are lost, no one can blame him. This is enough.