HP in the name of Slytherin

The newspaper with the engagement information of Lucius and Narcissa was from mid-August. It said that her two sisters were still famous and unaccompanied. It was only September 8nd. It seemed that Miss Andromeda already had a boyfriend. .

It only takes a moment to figure out interpersonal relationships. Catherine has no habit of exploring other people's private feelings. She smiled and said hello: "Good morning, Miss Black."

Andromeda Black immediately let go of her boyfriend's hand with a salute, "Good morning, Miss Slytherin."

She thought that the newly appointed first-year prefect would look them over, but in fact he didn't. Catherine seemed to just say hello to her politely. After she responded, Catherine slowly walked downstairs with her pet basilisk. went.

The morning classes were over, and it was free time until lunch time. There were obviously more students walking around the Hogwarts campus, and Catherine was going to go back and read some books for her afternoon Herbology class.

There is also a Transfiguration class in the morning. First graders have two Transfiguration classes a week. The Transfiguration Professor, Ms. McGonagall, is very strict and will give homework after each class. Catherine does not want to be criticized or lose points for not doing homework. She has to find someone. Ask what the homework is.

Walking to the Slytherin lounge, the place needs lighting even during the day, but the black lake is relatively clear during the day, and the underwater world on half the wall and ceiling makes people feel very cool.

As soon as Catherine entered the door, she found many first-year students crowded in the lounge. They seemed to be discussing something.

Or they were arguing about something.

"If you don't want to go out looking like this during lunch, I advise you to just take medicine." It was Snape's dry voice, and he couldn't tell whether he was mocking or admonishing.

One boy immediately cursed loudly: "Come on, you cowardly mixed-race brat! You dare not take action when you see Lily Evans. What a waste!"

Another boy mocked: "If you ask me, Avery, your spell was really almost accurate. If it really hit, Potter would have to go to the hospital wing."

The boy who scolded Snape growled angrily: "Shut up!"

The boy with a mocking voice turned to encourage: "Let's give them some color in class this afternoon."

A young wizard standing outside was the first to see Catherine and immediately shouted: "The prefect is here!"

The small group of people quickly dispersed, revealing Snape standing inside and another... boy with a large red spot on his face, like a red spot mask.

Snape had a small bottle of magic potion in his hand, which was not quite full. There was a little water stain on the carpet, as if some of it had been spilled.

Catherine had already seen the situation clearly when she walked into the crowd. She stood in front of the boy with large red spots on his face and asked him: "Mr. Brian Avery, I remember that you washed your face when you went to class in the morning."

"It's all that damn Potter!" Avery stood up immediately in anger.

His voice was really loud. Catherine frowned slightly and glanced at him with gray-blue eyes: "Don't yell in front of me."

Avery gritted his teeth, but he really didn't dare to continue shouting.

Catherine had a tie with Lucius Malfoy yesterday.

The boy who had been sitting silently on the sofa on the other side stood up and said in a low voice: "In today's Transfiguration class, Lily Evans conjured the needle that Professor McGonagall wanted first, and Gryffindor got five points." , and then Snape was second, and Professor McGonagall also gave him 5 extra points."

"Yes." Catherine nodded in satisfaction.

However, it was unclear whether this was satisfaction for Slytherin's bonus points or satisfaction for him being honest and not making any noise.

The person who spoke was Evan Rozier. Catherine remembered that he was Snape's roommate. Together with Brian Avery, who had just cursed, the three of them shared a room.

Rozier continued: "After class, Potter and Sirius Black came over to find fault, saying that Snape succeeded under the guidance of that mudblood Evans."

Snape frowned slightly at the name "Mudblood", but said nothing... The first-year snakes all gathered around because of Catherine's appearance. It was not a wise move to argue about this name now.

Catherine glanced at Rozier: "Did your class assignment succeed?"

Rozier didn't know why and said honestly: "No."

Catherine shook out her wand with a flick of her sleeves and pointed at a cup filled with hot chocolate on the coffee table: "Veravito——"

The cup suddenly disappeared, but soon the little wizards realized that it didn't really disappear, because there was a silver light on the table.

Miss Lestrange stepped forward and picked it up. It was a small silver needle, cold to the touch, with a sharp tip and a hole in the middle of the back end.

She originally went over to see if there were any flaws in the magic. After discovering that it was undoubtedly a complete silver needle, she lowered her head and put her hands back on the table.

"Have a full understanding of both sides of the change to measure the amount of magic invested, have a stable mentality, clean gesture paths, and coherent and clear spells..."

Catherine's tone was cold, but two little snakes filled her soul, and they took out their wands as she taught.

"Veravito!"

"Veravito..."

One is Miss Lestrange who has just retired, and the other is Margaret Morgan, a pure-blooded little witch who rarely speaks or shows up.

Both of them actually succeeded in turning the things around them into silver needles!

The effect is better than the changes in the class!

The eyes of the remaining little wizards lit up, and they wanted to give it a try, but Catherine's expression was too serious at this time, and none of them dared to move, and even their stance became more serious.

"You're not as good as the Mudblood you call me. How dare you say that?" Catherine said, scanning the other young wizards. "If you lose to a Mudblood, can you only rely on emphasizing your bloodline to regain your dignity?"

The little wizards lowered their heads to avoid her gaze. Rozier stared at the silver needle that Catherine had just conjured with his eyes wide open and gritted his teeth, as if the silver needle was his father-killing enemy.

"I hope you are just pointing your nose in the air because you are really strong, not because of your so-called bloodline," Catherine sneered, "That's so stupid."

Rozier suddenly took out his wand, but pointed it not at Catherine, but at the coffee cup on the other side of the table, "Veravito!"

The coffee cup also disappeared, and he eagerly picked it up as if it was his salvation.

But the silver needle was hot in his hand, and when he touched the silver needle created by Catherine, it was cold.

He still remembered the silver needle that Snape conjured in class, which was also cold.

He gasped heavily and threw his silver needle onto the table.

"Anger is the most useless emotion," Catherine walked slowly to his side, and patted Rozier's clenched fist with her wand. Even though she was a head shorter than Rozier, no one dared to look down on her. asked her, "Understand, Mr. Rozier."

Rozier gasped, and the hand holding the wand trembled slightly.

After a few breaths, he lowered his head and said, "Yes, Miss Slytherin."

He seems to have calmed down completely.

"Then," Catherine looked at Avery, who had red spots on his face, "what's wrong with your face?"

Avery tightened his fists, but did not forget what Catherine had just said. He lowered his voice and said: "They were provocative to that... Snape, and during the process they said that Slytherin House was all insidious and cunning. Villains, I think they are too arrogant, so I want to go up and teach them a lesson."

"Professor McGonagall was gone then?" Catherine asked.

"Yes, Professor McGonagall has left. I was chatting with Rozier, so I was a little slow." He glanced at Snape with a look of disgust, "Snape was talking to Evans about something, Potter and Blackburn went out and came back shortly after."

Catherine also glanced at Snape, ignored him, raised her eyelids and glanced lazily at Avery, "In the end, you were taught a lesson?"

"Rozier was stopped by Black and another Gryffindor. I was going to deal with Potter together with Snape," he said while gritting his teeth and glaring at Snape. He was so angry that he forgot Catherine's warning. "But this little bastard just stood aside and watched because a mudblood stopped him!"

Fortunately, Catherine didn't get angry at his statement this time. Some little snakes didn't know exactly what happened. They just saw that someone in their college seemed to be injured, so they paid a little attention to it. They gathered after that just because Catherine expressed concern about it.

After hearing what happened at this time, my perception of Snape also deteriorated again.

There are more than just first-year students in the common room, and there are also a few seniors who haven't gone out. This matter is not just a small friction between first-year Slytherin and first-year Gryffindor, but it will also reflect on Catherine, the first-year prefect. Is it really possible to lead first year Slytherins...or even more Slytherins.

The Transfiguration teaching just now proved her intention and control over the first-year students, but if she is too weak in the face of Gryffindor, such a prefect will still not be able to convince everyone. If she can't handle it well, Lu Hughes, the shrewd male student president, can naturally help her handle it.

I believe Lucius will be happy to "help" the first-year juniors and juniors in front of all Slytherin students.

Catherine understood the key, narrowed her eyes and said calmly: "I will retaliate against Potter's provocation against Slytherin this afternoon."

The eyes of the first-year snakes suddenly lit up again. They looked at Catherine with stern eyes and heard her say vicious words in a light voice: "Hidden, not discovered by any professor, send him to the hospital wing to wake up his brain." ……How about it?"