HP in the name of Slytherin

It's 8 o'clock in the evening in London, it's dark, but the lights illuminate the streets.

Catherine came out of the park - of course she didn't know what a park was, and thought it was woods at first, until she saw a sign poking out of the road with the title Rickman Park.

There were only scattered street lights on the paths in the park, and it was generally very dark. She thought it would be similar outside, but before she walked for long, she knew she was wrong.

Outside the woods, she began to see buildings that were comparable to or even higher than her castle. They were brightly lit and beautiful in appearance. There were not just one or two buildings, but many, many. She tried to fly higher, and almost everything she looked at was lit up. , so frightened that she quickly landed and hid.

The street was so bright that there was no room for shadows. Even though she was wearing a cloak and had the ignoring and invisibility spells added, Catherine still observed at the edge of the woods for several minutes before daring to take a step.

She had to find some beggars or homeless people and use Legilimency to read their memories, which would help her quickly understand this new world.

In the book and in her impression, such people died immediately and rarely received attention. She did not want to kill these Muggles directly, for fear of attracting the attention of the Holy See or people who hated wizards, but she used Legilimency to Reading their memories is likely to turn them into fools, so Catherine must choose her prey carefully.

Catherine walked cautiously along the edge of the street, away from the crowd, but observing everyone.

The clothes of these people were different from hers. They were all too simple. She did not have such simple dresses in her wardrobe.

Her hair is also different. Her gray hair is only seen on the heads of some old people, and she is only 11 years old this year.

Of course, they couldn't talk to animals or use magic... All she saw were Muggles!

After walking like this for more than an hour, Catherine finally found a man holding up his pants in a corner in an alley.

There was an unpleasant fishy smell in the alley. The man looked drunk, with unshaven beard and messy hair. His clothes were not neatly dressed, and the fabrics were shabbier than anyone Catherine had seen along the way.

She looked around to make sure there was no one around, then held her breath and walked into the alley.

"You little bastard, stay out of the way."

The man spoke vaguely and stretched out his hand to push her away.

Catherine looked up at the man, pointed her wand and whispered: "Legilimency."

The man's cloudy eyes ran into a pair of gray-blue pupils, and a large number of messy memories flashed through him in an instant. There were too many, and he soon fell to the ground with a groan.

Catherine took a step back, put her hood back on, recited the Ignore and Invisibility spells, and quickly left the alley.

"It stinks, it stinks..." Haierbo vaguely saw the situation outside through the fabric of the cloak, complained and then asked, "He is dead, can Haierbo eat it?"

Catherine released two clean ones for herself. After hearing this, she asked: "Why are they dead?"

Haierbo said: "He hit his head and died."

Catherine had just read the man's memory, and there was no problem in her own judgment about the death of such a man. "If he dies, he will die. Haierbo cannot eat people."

Haierbo snorted twice, but just tried to ask. Since Catherine said seriously that she couldn't eat it, it didn't continue to act like a baby.

This is the memory left by Catherine when she trained it not to eat Amy. Catherine taught it in a good voice, and Haier went to great lengths to act coquettishly. Finally, Catherine became unhappy and did not allow it to climb up again and did not talk to it. Bo knew immediately that he was wrong, and to this day does not dare to act coquettishly with Catherine when she makes a serious request.

This man would not have lived in such poverty based on his status, but he had a bad habit of gambling, which made his family completely destitute. When he was about to sell his wife and continue gambling, his wife found out in advance that she had run away, so he became serial. Serious meals and daily life are not guaranteed. During the day, I beg on the streets, and at night, I just buy some cheap drinks to make ends meet.

He did have some modern common sense in his head, but more of it was the memory of being addicted to gambling. Catherine was not interested in this, but she found an interesting place.

Catherine followed her memory through several streets and walked for more than half an hour before arriving in front of a townhouse apartment.

There was no sign at the door of the apartment, and it looked no different from the surrounding houses. Catherine cast a disembodiment spell on herself, disguised herself as the man just now, and walked forward to knock on the door regularly.

Soon, a man's voice came from inside: "Who?"

"I'll buy bread and butter," she said.

The man sneered: "What time is it? The bakery has closed long ago!"

Catherine didn't take it seriously and continued to ask: "Is there anything else to eat? Please sir."

There was a sound of metal hitting inside, and soon, the door was opened.

This is a...well, the book Catherine read said that it was a place to pawn things. In the memory of the gambler, the boss had something to do with the gang and could resell all kinds of things.

The boss wearing glasses glanced around before letting Catherine in.

"You haven't been here for a long time." He didn't take Catherine in, but asked her in the corridor, holding his hands.

It seems that if she is not satisfied at all, she will be driven away immediately.

Catherine took out her necklace and said bluntly: "If you get a good one, see how much you can sell it for."

The man raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to hook up the necklace.

What I started with was a full sense of weight. It was a silver necklace inlaid with tiny diamonds, with a deep emerald the size of a pigeon egg hanging from the end. It came from Catherine's jewelry cabinet. It was an ordinary jewelry without magical flavor that Amy had verified.

"Well..." The boss looked at it for a long time, even used the tool, and finally looked at Catherine, "You really... couldn't have robbed some noble lady."

He said this without necessarily getting any answer, and walked towards the room.

That's what it means he can pay for it.

Catherine followed him and walked in. As soon as she entered a room, before Catherine could speak, the man's hand suddenly touched something black.

"Armor protection!"

When Catherine cast the spell, Haierbo suddenly sprang out and turned into a large snake of more than twenty feet. It wrapped around the man's arm and wrapped around the man's entire head in the blink of an eye.

After several frightening "click" sounds, bright red blood mixed with white stuff overflowed from the man's head, dyeing Herbo's white body red.

It tightly wrapped around the man's upper body and did not let go even after he hit the ground. It opened its mouth wide, revealing a mouth full of snake teeth, and hissed and growled: "Bad Muggle!"

Everything happens in an instant.

Catherine used a huge amount of magic several times today. Seeing that the situation was safe, she immediately removed the iron armor spell.

She recognized that the thing the boss pulled out was a gun from the Muggle world. There was a small round thing on the muzzle. She said it was a silencer in her memory?

She really hadn't reacted yet. Now that she thought about it, maybe the boss saw that the necklace was valuable and didn't want to pay him, or he wanted to dig out more information, so he planned to threaten Catherine's disguise as a gambler?

No matter what, he showed murderous intent. This little basilisk usually only knew how to act coquettishly and cry out when it was hungry. This was the first time Catherine discovered its ferocious side.

"Okay Hairbo," Catherine called it, "Thank you, baby, now step aside and I'll clean up the mess on you."

Halbo's nose was twitching, and he stretched out the snake letter as if he wanted to lick himself. He remembered that Catherine said that his body was dirty, and it would be bad if he licked it and the owner disliked it and Halbo would also be dirty. He sniffed, let go of the man's body, and crawled Go to the side and zoom out quickly as you climb.

The boss's upper body and head were crushed. Catherine cast a cleaning spell on Haierbo, then lifted it up and looked around to make sure that Haierbo was not scratched by the bones: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Haierbo wagged his tail and said uncertainly: "Well, this Muggle is playing Haierbo with beans!"

Catherine was confused: "What Doudou?"

Halbo looked down at the ground and pointed at a small object in the pool of blood with the tip of his tail, "That's it. Halbo doesn't hurt, but it will definitely hurt if it hits the owner, this bad Muggle!"

Catherine followed its guidance and looked over. There was a small silver iron lump on the ground that was flattened... It seemed like a bullet flattened by the impact?

"Did it hit you?" Catherine asked.

Haierbo scratched his head with the tip of his tail and recalled the subtle feeling just now: "Well... it stung a little."

"...This will definitely cause problems if it hits the owner, thank you Haierbo."