HP in the name of Slytherin

Since Catherine was using Snape and said that it was the prerogative of the prefects, it was natural that others would not be able to use him.

Before the dormitory was fixed, the luggage was placed outside the dormitory door. Only after this time will a house elf take care of it directly.

Catherine didn't have much, just a small suitcase.

More of her belongings were stored in small bags enchanted with the Invisible Stretch Charm, as well as in her own robe pockets.

The former is filled with too many books and various supplies, while the latter is just for giving Haierbo something to eat at any time. Amy had been making food for some time before school started, and the only thing in her robe pocket was an unfolded preservation scroll.

After she fed Helbo half a chicken, Snape finally found her suitcase and lifted it into her room.

The prefect dormitory only says that the size is the same as the ordinary dormitory, but it is a single room, and all the configurations are for the prefect alone.

The big bed had been made, and the house elf had silently delivered a badge and tie with the Slytherin symbol, which were ready when Catherine came in.

There were vacant desks and bookcases on one side of the wall for her to arrange. In addition, there was an exquisite dressing table, which she had just put on after confirming that the prefect was female.

There is a small fireplace and coffee table sofa on the other side, where the owner of the room can entertain guests or enjoy warm and quiet leisure.

With a simple and exquisite layout, the private bathroom also comes with two options: bathtub and shower. Catherine is already filling the bath water.

"I thought you might have learned one or two simple magics in advance," Catherine crossed her arms and looked at Snape, "such as the levitation spell."

Snape put down the box and said calmly: "I thought it would be more sincere if I took it like this."

Catherine looked at him for a moment, then walked forward: "You are a thoughtful person, Mr. Snape."

Halbo had an apple wrapped around her shoulder and was gnawing on it. Snape could see its fangs opening and closing at an unreasonable high speed. No matter what it ate, it was extremely fast. Snape had seen this when he fed it just now. pass.

It is conceivable that if this basilisk wanted to eat people, it would be the same.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"I remember that my spell was quite accurate and it wouldn't hurt your nose..." Catherine said jokingly beside him, "Is it because the bridge of the nose is too high and my calculation was wrong?"

Snape had an obvious aquiline nose, which was the most prominent part of his face that was so thin and malnourished. If you look carefully, his facial features were actually in good proportion, but he was too thin and his skin tone was too dull, making him look like nothing at a glance. It feels very inconsistent.

He raised his eyelids and stared at her, his black eyes also deep, looking very gloomy in the sunken eye sockets.

It's really not a pleasant appearance.

What he said was also very unpleasant, "I don't think anyone wants to see a safe and sound mixed-race."

Otherwise, what is that magic, a sneak attack like a prank, neither light nor serious?

So he secretly punched his nose to bleed to make himself look embarrassed.

Slytherins are always scheming, including Catherine herself. This seems to be a habit engraved in her bones, such as her sharpness with Lucius, and the blood that Snape forcibly shed in order to preserve himself.

Catherine doesn't like the violence, hot or cold, at school, but now she must blend in and gain status. Only with corresponding strength can we formulate rules.

She hibernated like a snake, waiting for the opportunity to wake up in spring, and so did Snape.

Catherine took Herbo after eating the apple, took out a banana from the bag and fed it to it when she walked back to the sofa, and said casually, "Then I wish you the best and may you get everything you want in Slytherin House. "

"Thank you." Snape bowed slightly to her slender back. Whether she saw it or not, his attitude was serious enough.

In just one night, he had already passively accepted too many of her good intentions, and when he had nothing left, those good intentions seemed extremely heavy.

"Good night, Miss Slytherin."

The door closed softly, and Snape had no fault for etiquette.

That's right……

He accepted Catherine's love for this night, but did not express it in any more obvious way.

Oh, if he thought he was considerate and covered his face with blood.

[Don’t I look like a person worth relying on? 】She poked Haierbo's little head.

Haierbo looked up from the half-eaten banana and boasted without thinking, "The master is the best!" 】

Catherine was coaxed to chuckle. She was not actually angry. Snape's performance was just a common Slytherin assessment of the situation.

Since he chose Slytherin, he must be an ambitious and pursuing guy. Now there are two descendants of Slytherin in the wizarding world. Voldemort has become a phenomenon, and his influence can even penetrate into the academy, but she just appeared and her position is unclear.

How could he, a rootless little wizard like a duckweed, dare to act rashly before the situation became clearer.

And what is it about him that makes Catherine admire him? A little favoritism and protection for friends? A few hours of shallow fate on the Hogwarts Express? Even her kindness may or may not exist and may be withdrawn at any time?

No Slytherin would rely on these illusory things.

Brainless gamblers don't belong in Slytherin.

"My Haierbo is still cute," Catherine kissed the gem on the little basilisk's forehead, "I will reward you with a lamb chop." 】

【Long live the master! 】

[I'm going to take a shower first. After you finish eating, come in and find me, and I'll take a shower for you. 】

While Catherine was enjoying a bubble bath, other little wizards had just finished mailing letters and left the Owlery.

Lucius's light blond hair was very obvious under the light of the dark night, as was his girlfriend Narcissa Black. He had just finished sending the letter and looked up to see the blond girl in the courtyard.

He walked up to his girlfriend and asked her warmly: "How's it going, Sissy, have you seen Sirius?"

"I saw it..." She frowned, holding an unsent letter from home in her hand, "He said I can write whatever I want."

"With the news about Catherine Slytherin, his going to Gryffindor will not attract much attention for the time being," he lowered his voice, "on Lord Voldemort's side."

The Black family has clearly stood on Voldemort's side. Their family has always been a staunch Slytherin. Who knew that Sirius Black would be such an outlier.

Just go to other houses. Gryffindor has always resisted Voldemort's pure-blood theory. The wizards of the two houses were at war with each other at Hogwarts. After graduation, they did not shake hands and make peace. The conflict only intensified.

Narcissa's beautiful face became a little more fragile because of her sorrow. Lucius touched her cold face lovingly and said, "Don't worry, the storm caused by Catherine will subside for a while. I can do it even with her little competition." Many versions of speculation have been extended.”

Narcissa was worried about her family, and naturally she would not ignore her fiancé. She asked in a low voice: "So, is it you or her tonight?"

"I'm afraid it's her, Sissi," Lucius confessed, "otherwise it would be impossible to offset my magic twice."

"She is Salazar's daughter after all, isn't she?" Narcissa comforted, "She also traveled through time and space for a thousand years. I can't believe that the legends in the book are true."

"It doesn't matter, I don't care about winning or losing." Lucius kissed the corner of the girl's lips.

He just wanted to muddy the waters.

Under the rushing water, you can see more clearly who is the sand and who is the gold.

The Malfoy family would not place a bet easily, even if his father seemed to be completely impressed by Lord Voldemort.