HP in the name of Slytherin

Mulciber followed Catherine into her room, and with him were the other three who gathered around her in the afternoon, only to follow the unconscious little snake.

One of them was very interesting, Belle Lestrange. This little girl hated Catherine for not giving her face in class in the afternoon. At that time, she followed her to see Catherine's excitement, but she was knocked unconscious instead, and her points were deducted along with her.

In the entire first grade, except for Catherine who is qualified to use herself as a bargaining chip, anyone else who makes mistakes and is held accountable will have to implicate their respective families!

Belle had no doubt that if Malfoy had a bigger appetite and dealt with the instigator Mulciber, she and her Lestrange would be the next ones to be punished like that!

It hurt, it really hurt, it hurt so much that Miss Lestrange's face turned pale, and she still hasn't recovered from it.

She felt scared, let alone Mulciber, who was at the center of the storm. Until he walked into Catherine's room, he still had a blank look on his face.

Catherine ignored them and sat on the sofa to caress Haierbo, who hadn't eaten for a while and started coquettishly.

She fed it cooked prawns, and the little basilisk chewed them very fragrantly, making it loud in the quiet room.

Finally, Belle couldn't stand it anymore, she closed and opened her eyes and confessed with a trembling voice: "I'm sorry, Miss Slytherin! I won't join in the fun next time!"

She also specifically said that she was "joining in the fun", which to a young lady was undoubtedly tantamount to scolding her for being disgraceful.

Catherine rested her chin with one hand and looked at her lazily, "Joining in the fun is indeed not a decent habit. I think Miss Lestrange really understands this time?"

Belle's eyes were red with embarrassment, and she shed tears while nodding.

I had heard from my parents that I should be careful about my words and actions when entering Slytherin, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the first day, which almost affected my family.

Catherine only smiled, and soon the other two little snakes who followed and wanted to cause trouble also cried and apologized and confessed.

The more he talked, the sadder he became. The fear of the whole night finally found an outlet, and the room suddenly burst into tears.

In fact, apart from Belle, the other two are the lackeys they met on the Mulciber train. They don't know the rules of Slytherin at all. It's just that looking at the situation today, the prefects don't care whether you know it or not. If you do, you will be punished.

Why hasn't Catherine spoken? What is she looking at? What are you thinking about? How would she punish him for taking on this...

Finally, Mulciber's legs gave way and he collapsed on the ground.

He looked at Catherine in horror amid the miserable cries behind him. Catherine maintained a half-smiling expression, looking at him like a ghost under the fire.

"I'm sorry!" He almost collapsed and shouted, "I'm sorry!"

His legs seemed to have lost strength, and he was almost crawling as he tried to get closer to Catherine, begging her to say something, even to scold him.

Don't say anything, don't torture him anymore!

Save him like you just did, "Please!"

Catherine tilted her head slightly, with a look of innocence and curiosity: "Now that I know I'm afraid, how could you dare to ruin my plan at that time?"

Her voice was very soft, half of her face was in the firelight and lamplight, and half of her face was in the shadow of her hair.

Mulciber shrank and knelt on the spot, his mind went blank, and he instinctively tried to save himself: "I just want to teach him a lesson..."

"Questioning my plan?" Catherine raised her beautiful eyebrows slightly, and there seemed to be sarcasm in her gray-blue eyes, as if God had seen through his hypocrisy and was mocking his reckless sophistry.

"No! I don't dare!" Mulciber lowered his head, not daring to look at Catherine's expression.

When he wasn't watching, he kept thinking about what she was thinking and how to deal with him. After seeing it, Mulciber found that his mind went blank. The more he looked, the more frightened he became, and the more he looked, the more blurry his mind became.

He had a vague feeling that Catherine was scarier than Senior Lucius.

"Come here." Catherine waved to Mulciber.

Mulciber only looked up once to make sure Catherine was calling him, then immediately lowered his head again.

He didn't even dare to stand up, and kept crawling over... Then he remembered with horror that Catherine's actions just now were the ones to attract the puppy, and his body seemed to be out of his control just now.

Did Catherine just use magic against him? !

But he didn't hear the sound of the curse, nor did he feel any magic flow...

Do not……

He's just too scared...

how so……

Mulciber was so confused that he couldn't even care about the shame. He just trembled and knelt in front of the sofa.

"Mr. Mulciber..." Catherine called him with a sigh.

Mulciber did not dare to delay and said immediately: "Yes, Miss Slytherin."

Catherine raised her hand. Mulciber, who had his head lowered, vaguely saw Catherine reaching out. He didn't know what Catherine was going to do, but he didn't dare to move. His mind went blank.

For a moment, he thought he was going to die.

There was a warm touch on the top of his head, a little heavy, not heavy, just enough for him to feel.

Patting gently, as if to comfort.

Mulciber opened his eyes wide and tears rolled down from his eyes unconsciously.

"Look, when it comes to magic, I'm stronger than any of you, so you should listen to me, right?"

"Yes."

"If we talk about power, I am a prefect and the heir of Slytherin, so you should listen to me, right?"

"Yes."

"Not to mention wisdom..." Catherine patted Mulciber's head gently, followed his hair to his cheek, and lifted his chin.

"Mulcibo..." She sighed again, with infinite disappointment.

The boy's face no longer looked ferocious and domineering at this time. His eyes were open and weeping, filled with fear, fear and regret, and a mess of negative emotions.

Catherine took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the tears on his face, and said in a gentle voice, "If it weren't for your unnecessary efforts, my plan would have been successful, and we would be celebrating now instead of suffering, Mulciber." …”

"I'm sorry..." Mulciber grabbed Catherine's hand and held it tightly. He trembled in collapse and repeated in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry! Please! Please!"

"Forgive me, please! I'm sorry! Forgive me!" He begged, his voice was sad.

Catherine waited for a while, waiting until he was about to kowtow, and waiting until the three people behind him turned pale again as they begged for mercy.

She held Mulciber's trembling hand back and stopped his movements firmly and forcefully.

"I forgive you." Looking at Mulciber's pupils that seemed to be dilated, Catherine said softly and gently wiped away his tears again.

Mulciber's lips moved, his eyes were wide open and glazed over, obviously frightened.

Catherine patted his cheek gently and said in a mother's gentle tone, "Be obedient next time, okay?"

"Be a good boy," she whispered in her ear.

Mulciber's almost empty eyes gradually became brighter, "Okay..."

He is forgiven…

at last……

Catherine looked at him with gentle eyes, really gentle, like the afternoon, like the morning, like all the times she looked at them before.

Mulciber nodded vigorously, feeling like he was coming to life again: "Yes! I won't dare to do it next time!"

"Very well, good boy." Catherine patted his head as a reward.

Mulciber took a deep breath and smelled a little bit of very elegant fragrance, which quickly dissipated together with the temperature on his head. At this moment, he felt that his attachment was being pulled away.

"I will listen to you next time, Miss Slytherin!" he promised hastily.

"Okay," Catherine just looked at him with a smile, "I'm waiting for your performance."

I didn’t continue to pat him on the head as a comfort or reward...

Ah, the reward…

Mulciber understood that he needed to do better to be rewarded.

He nodded vigorously and promised in a low voice, fearing that the people behind him would imitate him after hearing it, "I understand, Miss Slytherin."

Catherine just smiled and told him, "Get up."

He stood up from the ground, not daring to move, and stood straight.

Catherine then looked at the other three people and said, "You three too, please be good."

Three little thorns who couldn't see the situation clearly, and the big thorn in front of them with a sinister nature.

The four children trembled and nodded quickly, "Yes, Miss Slytherin!"

"Go back and rest." She waved.

"Yes, Miss Slytherin!" the four of them said in unison, and Mulciber secretly added, "I wish you sweet dreams, Miss Slytherin!"

Catherine smiled at him, "Thank you, you too."

Mulciber pursed his lips and smiled, his face turned a little red, and he nodded excitedly.

After leaving the room, he couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Slytherin is so kind..."

She forgave him!

It would be great if I could see Miss Slytherin looking so gentle in the future.

Don't be angry, don't be cold-faced, don't look disappointed at him.

The other three people did not face the impact directly. They just listened to Catherine's cold questions and were all frightened. They always felt that her next move would be to violently beat them all. God knows they almost didn't dare to breathe at that time. She was afraid that the sound of breathing would disturb her and make her even more angry.

Finally seeing her forgiving them and wiping away Mulciber's tears, I was really relieved.

Finally forgiven...

Belle walked away directly holding on to the wall. The other two nodded sadly when Mulciber said this.

obedient! Be really obedient from now on!