HP in the name of Slytherin

At this time, Snape had no room to speak. His escape was blocked and his intentions were misinterpreted. How could he refute it himself?

No, the rules of the game were not made by him, nor can they be modified by him who is not weak.

Apparently Slytherin House was not as simple as he thought, and he understood it as he sat down in the hall.

All this was his own choice. For his own ambitions and ambitions, he chose to pay all the price in silence.

Catherine withdrew her gaze from Malfoy, stroked Herbo's head, invisibly stopped her from chewing her tail, and looked at Snape.

The black-haired boy's eyes were still calm, and Catherine suddenly realized that his eyes had been like this since he entered Slytherin House.

Quiet, determined, and indomitable.

She suddenly smiled, and her bright red lips curved in a gorgeous arc that was beyond what she should have at this age. It was strange and beautiful, like a century-old soul loaded into a child's body. Her true body might be that of a vampire.

Before anyone could react, she waved her hand and knocked Snape to the ground a few meters away.

The black magical energy suddenly gathered and then dissipated, revealing the little mixed-race wizard who fell facedown to the ground inside.

Then everyone discovered: Oh, it turns out that the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground just now was made when a person fell.

It is actually a silent and wandless magic!

Just looking at the flow of magical energy and the effects produced, even the best little wizard can't tell which spell she used.

Malfoy's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step forward, fearing that if Catherine killed a little wizard when she arrived, they would make too much noise.

What greeted him was Helbo who raised his body and opened his mouth and bared his teeth at him.

【Fool! 】Hungry Haierbo cursed.

It resented these little wizards for delaying its meal, and its voice sounded weird and aggrieved to Catherine, but to the little wizards, it was completely different. For the first time, they knew that the basilisk could really "scream." ", that strange hissing sound very much like Parseltongue.

Malfoy immediately and cautiously took a few steps back.

Catherine chuckled, not sure whether she was laughing at Malfoy or at the little hybrid who was knocked down by her blow, "He is too weak."

The little half-blood remained motionless. When Malfoy thought something had really happened to him, he slowly pushed himself up with shaking hands.

It seems to be in pain.

Although his forehead was bruised and his nose was bleeding, nothing serious happened.

No lives were lost anyway.

"Weak people find existence in the weak," Catherine pinched Haierbo's mouth, and the little basilisk immediately closed its mouth obediently and retreated into her arms, "and I never think of myself as a weak one."

She tossed Helbo to Snape and then threw him a small bag. "Feed it something to eat. Just take it from your pocket."

When Snape reacted, Herbo had already wrapped himself around his arm.

The little basilisk muttered to itself: [It didn’t hit the ground, Haierbo didn’t hit the ground, Haierbo is clean. 】

I am afraid that the owner will think it is dirty.

Snape caught the small bag that Catherine had cast the Seamless Stretching Charm on, and for a moment he didn't know whether to take out the food or calm down the basilisk that was stretching its head crazily.

[Let him feed you, Helpo.] Catherine drank to stop Helpo, who was stretching his body and wanted to come back, and ordered Snape, "Wipe the blood on your face and get him something to eat."

Halbo looked at Catherine, and then at Snape, who was trying to stay calm and wiped away the nosebleed with his sleeve, and brought food to it...

Well, for the sake of food, it can barely stay with this human for a while.

After getting rid of Snape, who was used as a tool, Catherine looked at Malfoy, turned her fingers out of her wand, and let it spin in a circle on her fingertips, "I have just learned modern magic. Even so, low I’m afraid even the junior wizards are no match for me.”

She looked at Malfoy, smiled and asked, "Why don't you ask Senior Malfoy... to find someone to give me some advice?"

The focus in the lounge turned from Catherine to Malfoy.

As for Slytherins, keeping to themselves has never been their personality, and they always want to cause trouble whenever they have the opportunity.

Whoever Malfoy throws out at this time, it is hard to say whether he will lose or win, he will definitely offend someone.

"The modern magic I am most proficient in is the disarming spell, and I am not very familiar with the other ones." Catherine chuckled, as if she was a little embarrassed.

This implies that he will not use any magic that will embarrass his opponent or make him dangerous.

Malfoy also smiled, with a gentle and generous smile, like a kind brother, "It seems that Miss Slytherin is very interested in charms. I have also studied a little bit about disarming spells. How about the two of us try it?"

The little snakes who were watching were faintly excited. The disarming spell was just a magic spell learned in the third grade. Since it was familiar to everyone, the final result would directly reflect the magic power of both parties.

Catherine looked not afraid at all, tilted her head and smiled innocently, "It seems I need to go all out?"

She really looks like a simple little girl who doesn't understand anything.

Malfoy clenched his wand and nodded gracefully, "I will do my best, Miss Slytherin."

"Expelliarmus—"

"Expelliarmus—"

Two red lights flashed, and everyone saw that both of them had their wands in their hands.

draw.

The young wizards who had just been staring at Catherine exchanged glances again.

"Come again?" Malfoy asked.

Catherine raised her wand, "Please."

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

This time the red light was bigger than before, and before the situation in the field could be seen clearly, the sound of something falling to the ground was heard.

"It's Lucius's wand!" someone exclaimed.

"No," a young wizard pointed to a ball of silver on the sofa, "Miss Slytherin also lost her wand."

It didn't fall to the ground because Halbo flew over and grabbed the wand of its owner the moment the wand was released.

[Guren’s muttering is just clean——] Haierbo happily shook his tail to take credit.

Both hands were empty, and since there was no sound of landing, they didn't know whether Catherine's wand fell to the ground first or Malfoy's wand.

Still a draw.

Malfoy's girlfriend picked up his wand and returned it to him, and Catherine also came to Helbo to get her wand back.

Pat the little basilisk on the head as a reward.

"Miss Slytherin is worthy of being a descendant of Lord Salazar," Malfoy stepped forward and extended his hand to Catherine, "I am Lucius Malfoy. I hope to spar with Miss Slytherin next time."

Catherine smiled and shook hands with him, "Just call me Catherine, Senior Lucius."

Lucius raised Catherine's hand slightly and said, "Miss Catherine is the prefect of the first grade. I think everyone here has no objections?"

Who can have any objections? Lucius is already the head of Slytherin Academy. He is popular in the academy not only because his surname is Malfoy, but also because his magic level surpasses everyone else.

There was no trace of leakage in the previous sparring. From this, it can be inferred that Catherine's magic power is also very strong, and Slytherin's little snake will not rush to show off his hero when he knows that he cannot do anything.

"The prefects have a separate bedroom. I think Miss Catherine will like it," Lucius said with a smile on his lips, "I wish you a good sleep tonight."

Catherine smiled at him, "Thank you."

"Free to move around and pay attention to the curfew time." Lucius said to everyone.

Most of the old students dispersed, preparing to write and send letters.

Thanks to Lucius Malfoy's risking his life to test her, they are now probably a little bit unsure of Catherine Slytherin's strength.

Catherine can't leave immediately because as a first-year prefect she still has to be allocated dormitories.

Lucius didn't tell her about the situation in the dormitory at all, but Catherine didn't panic at all. She pointed directly at Snape and ordered, "Go and see how many first-year dormitories there are."

Proud purebloods are naturally unwilling to do this kind of errands. Ordinary purebloods want to hug Catherine's thighs, but there is no reason for purebloods like them to run errands. Snape, a little half-blood, is waiting here, right?

Snape knew it well, returned Catherine's small bag to her, and trotted over immediately.

In less than two minutes, he ran back panting, "There are 4 first-year dormitories, each with 3 beds, in the middle of the corridor going down here."

Impeccable answer.

Catherine poked there expressionlessly, no one dared to laugh at Snape's embarrassment.

"Besides me, there are 1 classmates in the first grade." Catherine glanced around and pointed out two people, "Miss Lestrange, Miss Flint, you two will share a room, and the others will share a three-person room. "

There are a total of 12 freshmen in Slytherin this year. Originally, there were 6 boys and 6 girls, which was just the right balance. However, since Catherine went to a separate prefect dormitory, one of the girls' dormitories naturally became a two-person dormitory.

Lestrange and Flint are both from the Holy Twenty-Eight Clan. The former has a large population and power, while the latter is tall and has someone he knows in the third grade. They have been standing together just now. Living together, at best they would bully each other, at least no one would suppress the other and bully the other until death.

Of course, looking at the entire first grade, the one who is most likely to be bullied is the only mixed-race Snape.

After the dormitories were sorted, the eyes of some young wizards began to drift towards him intentionally or unintentionally.

Catherine saw the changes in their expressions and called Snape in a long voice: "Mr. Snape——"

"Yes, Miss Slytherin." Snape didn't know if he noticed the change in the atmosphere in the lounge. He stopped preparing to leave and lowered his head to wait for Catherine's instructions.

Catherine glanced at the little boys who were winking, raised her eyebrows and asked, "What? You want to use him too?"

She said in a soothing but arrogant tone: "I thought this was the prerogative of being a prefect."