I abducted HP's friend on his wedding day

Although Harris had been trying to delay the meeting between Angus and Alves, unfortunately, no matter how much he delayed, Alves still came to this villa on a sunny afternoon.

"Is the child awake?"

Harris was too timid to raise his head.

Alves frowned and glanced at Harris. He really looked down on Harris. There weren't many Slytherins of his generation, but Harris was the most despised.

However, Harris was the one closest to Salazar.

Alves didn't understand what Salazar thought about accepting a loser as a follower, but that was Salazar's own decision, and Alves didn't interfere much.

As long as it didn't affect Salazar's own ability, Alves didn't bother to care about Harris's affairs.

He walked into the room and saw Angus stirring the potion in the cauldron with his bandaged hand.

Alves raised his eyebrows and looked at this grandson whom he didn't like very much.

"You like potions?"

Angus: "..."

Alves didn't care about Angus' doubtful eyes. He walked up to him and looked down at the crucible. He told him very accurately the ingredients Angus used to brew the potion, and also reminded him by the way: "Why do you use blackberries?" Head? That poison... Huh?" Alves looked up at Angus with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"How did you deal with it? It smells like the toxicity of the aconite has been reduced by at least half. Do you plan to use it as a cheering potion? Has the formula been improved? The side effects should be much smaller..."

Angus looked at Alves in surprise. He only knew that Salazar didn't like potions and was the kind of student who would blow up cauldrons at any time when he was in school. He knew this from Professor McGonagall, but he I didn’t know that Alvis Slytherin, as Salazar’s biological father, was actually very knowledgeable about potions.

If so, why didn't Salazar inherit his father's talent?

Alves saw Angus stop and reminded him: "You should stir clockwise for two and a half turns."

Angus hurriedly hummed and then finished the stirring work.

"Like potions?"

This time Angus nodded silently.

"Then you are different from Sal in this aspect."

After Alves finished speaking, he seemed to think of something and stopped talking.

Angus was a little nervous.

Harris stood at the door, even more nervous.

When Angus felt cold sweat starting to break out on his back, Harris was already sweating profusely and didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it, letting the sweat drop down his face.

Alves glanced at Angus and felt that there was some hidden expectation in the green eyes of this child and Salazar.

It seemed that Salazar didn't tell him much about Slytherin's internal affairs.

This is very interesting.

"What did Sal teach you?"

Angus was a little puzzled by Alves' question, but he honestly briefly described the lessons Salazar taught him.

"Is it just magic control?" Alves sighed with emotion.

Angus's heart beat.

"He didn't take you hunting?"

what is that?

Angus had doubts in his eyes.

Harris' body trembled and he subconsciously took a step back. Then he suddenly thought of something and silently retracted his retreating foot.

He usually didn't dare to speak when the patriarch of the clan, Alves, opened his mouth, but now he couldn't care less.

"Clan leader... this may be because Salazar thinks the child is still young..." He looked at Angus, who was almost as tall as him, and suddenly felt as if his reason was somewhat untenable.

Angus asked in a low voice: "What is hunting?"

"It's hunting. It usually involves a few people walking together for a month or three months, then hunting live animals, and finally measuring the difficulty and quantity of each other's prey. It's a very simple thing."

He looked at Angus with a cold smile.

"Your father left when he was eight years old, and his results were very good."

Angus looked at Harris for help and found that Harris's face was extremely pale.

"What do you think Harris is doing? Want to ask him about his hunting performance? He's not good. If Sal hadn't been leading the team, a child like him with poor performance would have become the prey of other children."

Alves described it lightly.

"I don't blame Thrall. After all, it's my first time to lead a team. I want to bring all the tribesmen back. After all, the leader of the hunting team also has a mission indicator, which is to ensure the necessary survival probability of the tribesmen in the team. Then I don’t know if the child understood it wrong, but he brought them all back. It’s really outrageous..."

Harris lowered his head, not daring to take a breath.

Angus heard something was wrong.

"Walking...can Slytherins...be able to kill each other?"

"For Slytherin, hunting, hunting...everyone is prey except himself."

Angus' eyes widened instantly.

"Since you haven't experienced it yet, join in next time."

Harris spoke again tremblingly: "But for hunting... parents must register their children... Salazar is not here, so Angus cannot be allowed to participate."

Although Harris was scared, after finishing speaking, he looked a little exhausted.

Angus suddenly thought of the age when Salazar first went hunting.

Eight years old?

Eight years old!

He didn't know how old Harris was, but this eight-year-old...

Sign up by parents...

Angus felt a chill rising from his bones.

Alves frowned and looked at Harris with a murderous look in his eyes.

"It's okay not to go." He turned to look at Angus. "That means you give up your candidacy to be the next Slytherin patriarch."

"From now on, you are just a member of Slytherin, an ordinary member."

Angus felt a loud thumping sound coming from his heart. He swallowed subconsciously, not knowing why he felt nervous.

"But...but, Harris said...I'm just a half-blood Slytherin..."

After Angus finished speaking, he saw the corners of Alves' lips raised.

"As a prey, it's pretty good. I think your strength should be able to give some encouragement to other children. After all... it's sometimes important to give them some sense of crisis."

prey?

Angus' hand that stirred the crucible could no longer hold the object, and he looked at Alves blankly.

"There are too many weak people in Slytherin, which is not a good thing for the future of the family."

His scrutinizing eyes fell on Angus.

"I don't know where the child Sal got the disease. He actually allowed a weak guy to appear around him. It's all a drag. These are useless drags on him. He can't bear to deal with them. I can't watch him like this either." Fallen."

Harris:???

——Please cousin come back immediately! If he doesn't come back, he will be packed up with Angus and thrown into the trash by the patriarch to be hunted by other Slytherins! ! !

Harris missed the missing Salazar more than ever before.

Angus, on the other hand, had long lost the ability to speak, and he was petrified.

Why did the topic suddenly turn to the fact that he was a drag on Salazar, and that he was the kind of waste that he had to deal with as soon as possible while his father was not at home? !

Is competition so cruel in Slytherin?