HP in the name of Slytherin

Early the next morning, as soon as Catherine woke up, she heard Halbo, who was eating breakfast next to her, say: [Master, there are four little wizards at the door. They have been standing there for almost 20 minutes~]

Her brain was a little groggy after just waking up. Catherine felt like she had a dream last night, but she couldn't remember anything after she woke up.

Haierbo saw that her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if she was not feeling well, so he immediately wiped his mouth clean on the sofa, enlarged a circle, quickly swam to Catherine's bed, shrunk, nestled into his master's arms, and licked his cheek.

[Master, are you feeling unwell? Haierbo went to drive them away? Anyway, Master doesn’t have classes in the morning, so it’s okay to sleep for a while~]

[Just didn't wake up,] Catherine rubbed the little basilisk's face, [Good morning, Haierbo. 】

Like a little kitten being tickled, Haierbo rubbed Catherine's hand vigorously and said cooingly: [Good morning~The best master in the world~]

[Pfft, you’re the only one who can speak. 】

There was someone waiting outside the door, so Catherine didn't waste any more time. She quickly changed her clothes, washed up, and summoned donuts to fix it with magic. When the door to the prefect's room was opened, another low-key girl with hairy hair appeared. Miss Slytherin who is exquisite down to her shoes.

Standing outside the door were Mulciber and his two friends. The three young wizards might have gotten up at six or seven o'clock, and they were all dressed up. Especially Mulciber, not to mention wearing a brand new wizard robe. , the brown hair was heavily gelled, and could be faintly reflective in Slytherin's darker corridors.

Catherine looked into his big, blinking blue eyes, raised her lips and asked gently: "Mr. Mulciber, what's the reason for your visit so early?"

With one word, the little wizard's pale face turned pink.

"Good morning, Miss Slytherin," he touched his hair a little nervously, probably touched a hand of hairspray, put it down pretending to be fine and carried it behind his back, and asked with a blush, "I wonder if it would be convenient for me to come with you. Want to chat alone? If it’s not convenient right now, you can call me at any time.”

Catherine was sure that the magic field yesterday was just to scare him, and the effect would wear off at midnight at most. It was absolutely impossible for him to change his temperament, so...

"Come in." She stepped aside, intending to see what this cunning little snake wanted to do.

"I, I can just go in." He tugged on the wizard's robe at the door, and even stamped his feet a little, as if he was afraid of getting dust. After doing all this, he stepped into Catherine's room.

The room has been tidied up with donuts, and the house elf has added new food to Helbo and is standing next to the coffee table to feed it.

Haierbo was lying unscrupulously on the coffee table. When he saw his master coming over, he calmed down a little - from being slumped on the table and being fed, to standing upright to eat on his own.

[Your manners, Haierbo...] Catherine nodded its head helplessly and lovingly.

There was not much blame in the tone, so the basilisk continued to act unscrupulously, its tail hanging pointedly on Catherine's legs as if in demonstration, while eating and looking at Mulciber who was slowly approaching.

There was no need for Catherine to ask. She only glanced at Mulciber after sitting down. The young wizard immediately stood up and said sincerely: "Miss Slytherin, I have thought carefully about what happened last night. I really did something wrong." I am very touched by your tolerance and understanding. I hope I can serve you in the future..."

After he finished speaking, he took a step back and knelt down, covering his left chest with his right hand, spreading his left arm in a straight line, and made a strange salute, "Hyman Mulcerb, I would like to be your attendant."

After he raised his head and said this to Catherine, he lowered his head humbly, maintaining a kneeling posture, as if he was being slaughtered.

The reason why I say it is weird is because it resembles the wizard etiquette from thousands of years ago, which has long been abandoned now.

It could be seen that Mulciber was not very skilled in what he did. Catherine tilted her head slightly, and he said very obediently: "I don't know what the oath ceremony you expect will be like. Please forgive my shallowness. I have only found this action so far. Maybe I didn’t do it very well, you can correct me, no matter how many times I do it, I will do it to your satisfaction.”

Catherine held her chin with one hand and looked at him. Mulciber lowered his head after answering. This action was standard, but if it lasted for a long time, his hands and feet would easily become numb.

"Mulciber," Catherine asked with a smile without calling him up, "what do you see?"

Impersonating the aristocrat, his pale face was always flushed with excitement. Mulciber bent down harder, then raised his head and replied: "I don't know whether you let things go like this yesterday to gain fame and prestige, or whether you did it on a temporary basis. Save me this stupid person... I don’t want to deceive you, I thought about it for a long time last night... maybe it’s the former?”

In other words, not long after he returned last night, he was out of the control of the magic field. It seems that this little wizard's basic magic power is pretty good.

Catherine only looked at him with a half-smile, and said jokingly: "Aren't you annoyed when you find out the truth?"

An ordinary 11-year-old child might be furious, but of course, it's more likely that he wouldn't have imagined so much.

Mulciber became even more emotional because of this, "You did not leave any evidence, and you did not provide any guidance for all your actions yesterday. Going into your plan was my personal choice from beginning to end."

"In less than 24 hours, you saw through my weaknesses, targeted my personality, and possibly Potter's personality, and in less than 3 hours, you planned the accident in the third greenhouse," Mulciber With a fanatical look on his face, he said, "Everything is just right. If I were you, I wouldn't be able to make such a perfect plan as yours."

Catherine tilted her head, "You are the tragic actor in this drama, how can you still laugh?"

"If you hadn't saved me last night, I really wouldn't have been able to laugh. I would probably have been thinking of ways to target you in the future, but you saved me in the end. Thank you very much. You let me know that my cleverness is nothing. .”

Attendant, an ancient habit dating back thousands of years, if traced back to its roots, it has something to do with Muggles.

Children of small nobles will become attendants of big nobles when they are seven or eight years old, and learn basic knowledge, especially etiquette and martial arts, from the big nobles and their relatives.

When they grow older, they learn from the knights, become their followers, take care of the knights' food, clothing, housing and transportation, assist the knights in battles, and learn more precious skills from them.

Finally, after learning to a certain extent and passing the test, they will become new knights and start their own journey.

Wizards in ancient times not only learned magic, but also martial arts. The above-mentioned process, adding spell learning to wizards, was the inheritance method of the wizarding world thousands of years ago.

Mulciber said this because he wanted to seek advice from Catherine in a way that she was accustomed to and maybe she would like, to become her squire, and to start his great journey as a squire and knight in the future.

...It's a pity that Catherine has no memory of the past, everything is read in books.

Who among modern young wizards, or even in the wizarding world, still plays this game? Murcibo Baba's coming here was entirely to please Catherine and increase his success rate.

"You are a smart little wizard, Mulciber. Your little thoughts this time are not so annoying."

She took out the original wand and tapped the little wizard's shoulders with the tip of the wand, "Get up."

Mulciber bit his lip excitedly, because Catherine's action was what the book meant by "accepting"!

He bowed his head and said solemnly: "Thank you very much, my master!"

"Don't call him that in school," Catherine reminded him.

Mulciber did not continue to push the envelope and said smartly: "Okay, Miss Catherine, I will pay attention in the school, but my heart will always be loyal to you."

forever……?

Catherine looked at Mulciber playfully, this little wizard...

Forget about adults, as a child, she kindly reminded: "Mr. Heyman, in ancient records, language has magic power."

"Yes." The little wizard agreed readily, only noticing that Catherine called him by his Christian name.

kind! Peace of mind!

Looking at his cheerful smile, Catherine was almost certain that someone else must have pointed out his actions this morning.

And I don’t know if it was him or the person who instructed him. One or both of them must not know enough about this ritual.

Once the loyalty ceremony was completed, everything he said to her had a hidden contract effect. If he said too much, any violation in the future would be backfired.

A young wizard living in a free modern environment, even if he has some hierarchical concepts due to the influence of his family and environment, just to please her, he can learn the ritual of allegiance from a thousand years ago. This way of speaking is not like he can do it after fully understanding it. from.

With Mulciber's cleverness, if he knew the consequences, he should be more careful with his words.

The way he is acting now is more like... after understanding a little bit about his situation, he was given a warning by someone to add insult to injury, so he hurried over and fearfully pledged his loyalty and sought asylum.

Who did it...

Catherine had a vague guess.