HP in the name of Slytherin

Heyman remembered this Gryffindor. She was the one who stopped Snape from fighting with Potter and Black yesterday at noon. This is a Mudblood!

He frowned, and before his disgusted expression took shape, he suddenly felt a chill. Looking sideways, he saw that Catherine was looking at him deeply, with an expression of neither joy nor anger, as if she was waiting for his reaction.

Heyman took a breath and didn't dare to think too much. He quickly lowered his head and tried to find a reason for his gaffe. "I mean, is it convenient for me to tell you now?"

Lily realized the problem because of Heyman's lag just now. She vaguely heard "Gryffindor" and it was inappropriate to sit here anymore.

"Lily..."

Snape stood up and was about to take Lily away from this awkward situation, but Catherine interrupted him, "Where will Lily go soon? I remember that Gryffindor has no classes this morning."

"I..." Lily was also thinking about how to find a reason to leave. She blinked her emerald eyes and said uneasily, "I plan to go to the library to find some books."

She pinched her fingers and lowered her head slightly, obviously feeling guilty.

Catherine could see the nervousness of the pair of friends. When she came in, she could vaguely understand what Lily and Snape were talking about through their mouth movements. At that time, she was sitting here to accompany Snape on the one hand and planning breakfast on the other. Let's go to the library together afterward.

Maybe they had thought about inviting her... But now they were being stared at by a Slytherin who was obviously malicious, and it was inappropriate to say anything else.

"What a coincidence," Catherine pursed her lips and smiled. Her eyes inadvertently glanced at Snape, who was tensed up, and Heyman, who was standing beside her, and she said openly, "I'm going to the library to look up some information in a while. , Mr. Snape, remember the book list I mentioned."

Snape lowered his eyes and said, "Yes."

He saw the warning in Catherine's glance. There were things she could say and do, but if he took the lead, he would undoubtedly be looking for trouble for himself.

——Catherine is secretly helping him and Lily again.

"After you finish eating, go with Lily first?" Otherwise, how could we explain his sudden standing up.

She ordered in a question, and Snape bowed his head and answered, "Yes."

After that, he left directly with Lily who became nervous.

Heyman frowned and looked at Snape's leaving figure. His first thought was that this little half-blood had also sworn allegiance to Miss Slytherin, right?

"Hyman..." Catherine called him.

There was no emotion or anger in his voice, and just like Catherine's expression, it was difficult to tell her mood. Heyman bowed again and responded with a very obvious submission: "Yes, Miss Catherine."

Everyone at the Slytherin table was watching. This was what Heyman wanted. He had to let others know that he was truly forgiven and accepted by Catherine, and was already a subordinate of "Slytherin".

As for the relationship between Catherine and Lord Voldemort... Agatha ate her breakfast in silence, thinking about communicating with her brother after breakfast.

She really needs exact information now, it's crucial to her future plans.

Catherine noticed the expressions of the little snakes and turned around as if to continue eating breakfast.

Heyman was feeling uneasy when he heard Catherine whispering a warning with her back to him, "It's not your business, stay out of it."

Heyman then knew more clearly that Catherine was dissatisfied with his performance just now. As an attendant, he really had no right to care about his master's friends.

He lowered his head forcefully and said seriously: "Yes, Miss Catherine, I'm very sorry. I overstepped my bounds."

Seeing that he knew he was wrong, Catherine patted the seat next to her and said, "What's the matter? Sit down and talk."

That seat was where Lily had just sat... one... Heyman was stunned for a moment, and then heard Catherine say to the two followers behind him: "You guys go find a seat to have breakfast."

It means that I only listened to his report.

After Catherine finished her instructions, she glanced at him as if intentionally or unintentionally before continuing to eat.

Obviously, if he didn't obey, Catherine could ask the other two people.

Heyman immediately sat down. It didn't matter whether he was a mudblood or not. What was more important now was to serve the master in front of him!

Satisfied, Catherine dragged a new plate of breakfast and placed it in front of him. She moved the half-fed breakfast from Lily and said, [Helbo, come and eat over here. 】

[Come on, come on~] Haierbo couldn't wait to come over, his body was nestled in Catherine's arms, and only one head was on the table, waiting to be fed.

There was no basilisk in front of him, so Heyman's nervousness relaxed a lot, and he whispered to Catherine: "Black and Potter, who provoked you yesterday, entered the hospital wing again in the middle of the night!"

"Huh?" Catherine did become a little interested, "What did they do?"

Catherine remembered Madam Pomfrey saying that Potter could leave at 8pm. Doesn't that mean he would go in a few hours later?

Heyman lowered his voice again: "Actually, it's mainly Black. I heard that he practiced some magic at night and blew up the dormitory."

Catherine raised her eyebrows. If it were just ordinary magic, the story would be too plain.

Seeing her suspicion, Heyman praised: "As expected of you, I only found out after asking their roommate, Peter Pedillo, whose bed was blown up by Black's magic. He insisted that Black was practicing black magic in the dormitory. magic."

"What kind of black magic?" The bed was blown up, and the dormitory was blown up at other times. Catherine couldn't determine what kind of magic it was.

"He doesn't know, he just remembers that the spell Black said was 'turn into dust' or something like that." Heyman scratched his head... and accidentally got a hand full of hairspray and quickly wiped it off.

Catherine:…

Catherine understood. Blake must have heard her using this ancient magic in the third greenhouse, and then tried it himself.

Dumbledore told her that ancient magic was difficult to use in modern times.

Judging from the memories Dumbledore gave her, a wizard as powerful as him could only use very few parts, and more only had a slight understanding of them.

I am afraid that only Catherine, an "ancient person" in the world, can cast spells normally - ignoring its instability, it can be used anyway.

"He's really bold." Just listening to a spell, maybe plus sensing a little magic wave? He dared to try it directly.

"Turn into dust" is not a simple existence in ancient magic.

"Who says it isn't? A bed and a cabinet were blown up in the dormitory, and his own wand and hand were also blown up... Hey, hey, look!" Heyman winked at Catherine.

Catherine followed his line of sight and saw Potter with messy hair and Black with his hands hanging walking in from outside.

Black's right hand was hanging on his chest like a Muggle plaster, but the Muggle plaster was white and his "cast" was gray-black. Catherine remembers it as a magic tool to aid muscle growth.

He needs props to assist with long-term treatment. It seems that he was indeed seriously injured at the time.

So good, why should I learn her ancient magic?

Catherine's own eyes were quite calm, and she couldn't stand the fact that there was Hyman Mulcerb behind her who was not too big a deal to watch the excitement and was always ready to cause trouble. When she saw Catherine looking over, he also stuck his head out, his eyes were thief and evil. You bitch, showing a sense of schadenfreude, just didn’t shout with a loudspeaker - I just told everyone about your embarrassment! Are you angry? Do you want to have a fight?

Blake's face suddenly turned bad, but he did not step forward to provoke her. What was rare was that Potter actually looked away after meeting Catherine's gaze... His expression was somewhat guilty.

"Huh, that reckless Potter," Heyman complained beside Catherine, "You saved him yesterday, and he didn't even come to thank you!"

It was just a normal sentence, but when he said it in a suppressed and sharp voice, it sounded a bit like "You can tolerate this, but I can't bear it."

Catherine just realized that Heyman had this characteristic in his speech. She glanced at him and nodded her breakfast with her chin, "Eat yours."

"Oh." The cunning little snake immediately became honest again.

Blake and Potter chose to sit far away from here, pretending she didn't exist the whole time.

Catherine did not continue to pay attention and said to Heyman, "Go back and find out why he wants to learn that magic."

Heyman's eyes lit up, and he exuded the aura of wanting to cause trouble, "Don't worry!"

Catherine: ...hearing him say that made me feel a little uneasy.

After the meal, she left the hall and went to the library to look for clues about the past.

This time happened to be the time when the owls were delivering letters. Fortunately, she left, otherwise Herbo's eyes would not be enough. He hadn't eaten the owl yet!

Now that he had left, he naturally didn't know that Black had successfully received a shouting letter from his family, accusing him of being disobedient and insisting on going to Gryffindor, and blowing up his wand in the middle of the night, which was an embarrassment to the Black family.

Blake, who had an injured arm but was not cared about by his family at all, looked livid, and Lucius, who received the letter on the other side, also looked solemn.

Lord Voldemort is going to summon his father this morning...