HP in the name of Slytherin

The dinner ended in a "peaceful" atmosphere. Except for Slytherin's little snake who had some indigestion, the other houses were generally doing well.

The students at the Gryffindor table at the back were right. Many students in Slytherin now have some relationship with Voldemort at home. Faced with the sudden appearance of Catherine Slytherin, they need to make peace with them as soon as possible. Communicate at home and expect the Owlhouse to be overcrowded later.

In addition, Miss Slytherin’s basilisk is really delicious!

God knows, how could such a small basilisk eat several plates of food without feeling a bulge in its stomach? Eat from beginning to end, including all the desserts and drinks. When you get older, will you stop eating people without spitting out their bones?

After the meal, prefects from each house led the students back to the lounge, but Slytherin was different. The person leading them was the handsome boy with light blond hair that Catherine had noticed just now.

The boy called himself Lucius Malfoy. He was not only the prefect of the sixth grade, but also a rare person who became the president of the male student body in the sixth grade.

Originally, in the book Catherine read, only seventh-grade students were eligible to run for student council president.

His demeanor has not lost the reputation of the boy student council president. His face is extremely handsome, his body is tall and his demeanor is proud. When he looks at people, he gives people a natural sense of nobility looking down on all living beings.

But it doesn't make people feel uncomfortable - at least Catherine doesn't feel uncomfortable. Firstly, Lucius Malfoy is polite enough when facing her, and secondly, his face and temperament are so good. If he completely lowers his proud A beautiful head makes people feel weird.

Unfortunately, while she felt good, Malfoy didn't feel so good.

Lucius Malfoy has been a popular figure since he entered school. From being the prefect to the current student president, he already has his own set of experiences in leading the freshmen.

The peacock displays its extraordinary charm inadvertently like its gorgeous tail feathers, from its graceful demeanor to its rich knowledge, striving to give the new students a profound Malfoy shock.

Since his second year, he has led the freshmen back to the lounge for the first time. Master Malfoy has been able to gain a lot of favor from the freshmen every year, and he can always quickly filter these attentions and gradually win over those he thinks are good. past.

This procedure didn't work this year, Master Malfoy discovered, because he had Catherine with the same temperament and knowledge beside him.

She did not overwhelm the guest, but when Malfoy was stuck under the gaze of the Bloody Baron and the Basilisk Herbo, she was very considerate and picked up without leaving any trace.

Ordinary people might not notice that she did it so naturally. Sometimes she would help him connect with questions, which gave Malfoy enough face. Malfoy sometimes felt as if Miss Slytherin was tolerating him... It was very horrible.

Malfoy felt that his little tricks to win people's hearts really couldn't be used today, and he felt ashamed of trying to do whatever he wanted.

So his introductions were all business-like, and he and Catherine maintained a tacit mutual respect.

[Master, want to eat meat——] Halbo, who was hanging upside down on Catherine, poked his head out of his pocket.

Its tail was wrapped loosely around Catherine's neck, its body was lowered and its head was buried in the pocket of her coat. At first glance, it seemed that Catherine was just wearing a silver-white scarf.

[After finishing this chicken wings, wait until you have a break before eating them. Haierbo, don’t get them on my clothes. 】

[Then Haierbo finished it in one bite...]

[…Eat the apple, baby, face me, don’t scare Mr. Malfoy. 】

[Helpo knew,] the basilisk swallowed the chicken wings in his pocket, climbed onto Catherine's arm, twisted his slender body several times to stabilize it, put his head on Catherine's palm and waited to eat the apple, [Helbo was obedient and didn't look at the others. ~]

Malfoy just pretended that he couldn't hear the hissing snakes in his ears. He met Lord Voldemort with his father. That Lord had many pet snakes. Judging from the appearance, no one was as beautiful as Herbo, but...

Haierbo's eyes were dark, giving Malfoy the feeling that if he was given a chance, he could gnaw him clean from beginning to end...

Human beings will have a strange look at things that are too weird, and once this strangeness exceeds a threshold, it will turn into awe.

Catherine didn't do much in particular, just this well-behaved basilisk and the occasional Parselmouth gave her a transcendent status in the entire Slytherin.

Malfoy was busy thinking while introducing, and he didn't notice that since Haierbo was so obedient, why he looked at him just now with an expression on his face that he was not full and wanted to eat you.

Slytherin's lounge is located underground in the castle, avoiding the messy stairs on the tower. The further you go down, the more you rely on the lighting on both sides.

But even if there is more lighting, it still has a sense of depth, as if it is embedded in a black lake. Most of the side and ceiling of the lounge are made of specially processed transparent crystal. As soon as you enter, you can see the deep blue light illuminated by the moon. black lake.

The little wizard in black robe walked in, as if he wanted to blend into the boundless water.

The old students did not disperse immediately when they came back this time. They found places to sit in various places in the lounge, as if they had always done so. The freshmen were waiting in the middle for the student president to talk about some internal topics and then assign dormitories.

"This is the common room of our house," Malfoy continued concisely. "Slytherin House attaches great importance to honor. I believe Professor McGonagall has just told you about the House Cup. Our house always occupies the first place, and rarely comes in second place. Only Ravenclaw can compare with us."

"The prefects of each grade are responsible for their grade. I hope that all members are really smart. We can challenge the rules, but we should not be so low-level that we will be caught."

"Ambition is a compliment here. As long as you have the ability to match it, Slytherin will help you reach the top." I don't know if it was a coincidence or inadvertent, but when he said the last sentence, his eyes swept over Catherine vaguely.

Brief contact, then moving away, like an illusion, only aware of each other.

Several direct members of the family exchanged tacit glances with each other, and finally their eyes fell directly on Catherine, not hiding their curiosity about her.

Lord Salazar's name alone is not enough. The wandless levitating spell at dinner and the unknown basilisk are okay, but if there is a chance, the Slytherins would like to know more information.

Now is a rare opportunity.

Catherine had a hunch that the next step would be the highlight.

"Then," Malfoy said, "regarding the first-year prefects this time, we will follow tradition and ask interested students to step forward."

So what is this tradition? There is no record or explanation. What Malfoy said is what it is. Everyone who knows knows it. Those who don't know, like Catherine who just arrived, it depends on how she will deal with it.

All the freshmen looked at Catherine in unison, as if they could only act according to her decision after she decided. This was a kind of unconscious respect and unconscious compulsion.

Catherine stroked Haierbo's cool head, took a step forward, lost her low-key and reserved attitude, and said in an arrogant tone: "Then hurry up."

The giant squid was frightened by the little basilisk with its wide mouth and hurriedly ran away, leaving behind a series of eager water waves, causing the sparkling water to reflect on Catherine's pale face.

Her long gray hair and gray-blue eyes are extremely special in this deep darkness. They will not cater to the light like pale gold, nor will they be so black that they can instantly blend into darker colors like the descendants of the Slytherin family in recent generations. dark.

She is just her.

But she's not just her.

She moved forward, and the other first-year students stepped back a little in unison, giving up their position to her. At the same time, the half-blood from the Muggle world who did not understand the unspoken rules was also abandoned by everyone, becoming the best pawn in this trial.

Before Snape could retreat, Malfoy clapped his hands in surprise, "Oh?"

He just said something with unclear meaning, and naturally some students who thought they understood his intention came out to speak for him, "It seems that this half-blood wants to give it a try, Miss Slytherin."

His eyes were full of malice, not only aimed at Snape, but also towards Catherine.

After all, she had just chosen to sit close to the hybrid at the long table - for whatever reason, she did just that.

So now let the two of them go to the arena together to see how good Miss Slytherin is, and also to warn everyone about the current rules of Slytherin House.

Malfoy was not angry even after being interrupted, as if he had just realized that the little half-blood's behavior had offended the eldest lady, and gently asked Catherine her opinion on how to deal with it: "What do you think, Miss Slytherin?"

Alas, he is such a magnanimous and considerate leader.