HP Demon's Silence

The approaching final exams did not give Slytherin much time to immerse in grief, or more people tend to turn grief and anger into strength after proper venting—the Quidditch Cup has been lost, the Academy Cup, cannot Give it up again!

In fact, from the beginning of this school year to the present, the emerald hourglass belonging to Slytherin has always been in the leading position, while Gryffindor has often hovered between the bottom and almost bottom, but no one in Slytherin is happy about this, Because in the past two years, the beloved Headmaster Dumbledore has always been able to add hundreds of points to Gryffindor with magical reasons, which turned them into victory at the last moment.

"The loss of the Quidditch Cup has narrowed the gap between us, and a lead of just fifty points is not a convincing number, let alone one that can prevent Principal Dumbledore from taking the House Cup honor from us. Numbers. And that, I think, over the last two years, we've gotten a lot of insight..."

On the night of losing the game, the Slytherin prefect delivered a short speech in the common room. Everyone listened silently, with intense emotions flashing in their eyes. I have to say, Sai Bartholomew His words are not gorgeous, and his tone is not very passionate, but that deep and smooth voice can easily resonate with others, just like himself, even if he just sits quietly in a corner with a book People can ignore his existence.

This is the unique charm of Sai Bartholomew, which makes his status in Slytherin far higher than his family's status in the world of pure-blood wizards. Usually, this point is easy to be ignored, but whenever Si Leitlin is facing a crisis, and everyone will subconsciously look at him, not the female prefect Nafalyn Kedolis or the current male and female student union presidents-they have already begun to prepare for the upcoming N. E． w． Ts (The Ultimate Wizarding Exam), any occasion comes and goes.

The boy with long black hair stood straight in front of him. His figure was not the tallest, but he exuded an undeniable aura of superiority, especially when he slowly scanned the crowd with those gray eyes. The first word that came to mind.This shocked Draco. As a genuine superior, he was not affected, so what he saw was clearer than others. The 15-year-old boy in front of him already had a courage comparable to that of Voldemort back then. with influence!

Everyone was lost in thought because of the prefect's words, Draco suddenly raised his head, Salazar's eyes moved slightly, and he noticed something, and looked over.The eyes of both of them contained some kind of deep thinking and pondering, and they almost collided in the air.Draco froze for a moment, then pulled the corners of his mouth away, showing a smirk of Malfoy's signature, and looked away.

"...So now, what we need is not a leading position, but an absolute gap." Salazar spoke again, and said slowly: "As a Slytherin, you all know what to do—before the end of the semester. There is still one month left, and I am looking forward to your performance while preparing for the exam."

……

So Hermione was horrified to find that the probability of her being called up to answer questions in class dropped rapidly. As long as it was a class with Slytherin, her raised arms would be submerged in the green tide. no longer exists.

—Slytherin is crazy!

All the students who have been in the same classroom as Slytherin have this idea. Even the most boring history of magic in the past has been transformed into a Slytherin history academic exchange meeting. The atmosphere, which almost made Professor Spence faint with delight, or faint with fright—whatever, the result was the same anyway.

The emeralds in the Slytherin scoring hourglass were indeed piled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Such a change made Professor McGonagall's face more and more serious as he passed by every day, Principal Dumbledore's smile became more kind, and Snape The dean, on the other hand, was much more lenient when correcting papers.

It's not that Gryffindor doesn't want to follow suit, but it's easy to raise a hand, but difficult to answer a question. Once Ron grabbed a question impulsively, but in Professor McGonagall's expectant and encouraging eyes, he could only hem and haw. He made up a mess, but he was caught as a laughing stock by Draco and others, and he taunted him for a week.From then on, Hermione still fought alone in the third-year battlefield of Gryffindor. Occasionally, Harry could help a little, but this could not stop Slytherin's crazy pace of scoring.

This is not to say that everyone in Slytherin has suddenly become a master of learning, but most Slytherins have lived in the wizarding world since they were young. In terms of academics, it is indeed not comparable to the lions who are cramming to cope with the exam.

Finally, the time slipped to the eve of the exam.

It was night, and the curfew was approaching, but there was a figure standing alone in front of the huge emerald funnel, with his hands behind his back and his head raised. Immediately, a petite figure flashed beside him out of thin air.

"Salazar, you are here!" Ovelia said.She asked Salazar for help, but found his bedroom empty.

She first looked at the surrounding environment, and then noticed the scoring machine in front of her. Slytherin's score had already left the other three houses far behind, surpassing Gryffindor by more than 600 points.

"I have been on the sidelines for four years." Salazar was not surprised by her appearance at all, and suddenly said, with a hint of imperceptible anger in his indifferent tone, "Dumbledore is an admirable wise man, a scholar A profound professor, a firm fighter, but he is not a good principal!"

Ovelia nodded: "Ah, that's right, because it's difficult for one person to take care of all the roles, it's understandable, isn't it?"

"Then he shouldn't be the headmaster of Hogwarts. Just like me..." Salazar paused, "It's hard for me not to be partial to my own students, so I never coveted this position."

"...So you're throwing this burden on Godric!" Ovelia went on to say that Godric made strong accusations against Salazar on this topic more than once, and sometimes It developed into an aerial competition, so she was very impressed.

Salazar also smiled, but after only a moment, he quickly returned to his original expressionless face, "Dumbledore regards himself as the heir of Gryffindor, but he doesn't really understand Godric's spirit... Last year, he added [-] points to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to defend the Gryffindor House Cup. Now let's see what else he can do this time move to make up for the [-]-point gap?"

Ovelia blinked her eyes and couldn't help but say, "If..."

"If." Salazar said flatly, "he can still do it, then I will no longer retain my privilege."

"Well! Anyway, adding points is just a matter of one sentence for us. Add as much as you want. Oh, to be honest, I am really surprised that you can bear it until now and not intervene, Salazar!"

Salazar raised his eyebrows lightly, and turned his head: "You mean, you have already intervened?"

Ovelia lowered her head and pretended to be obedient: "It's just a little bit."

"……for example?"

"Hey, don't be so serious! It's really nothing, I just dismissed all the points deducted by the professor, because I am not from Slytherin! I was assigned because Lachesis College no longer exists. , Somerhalder was afraid that I would go to other colleges to bully good children, so... By the way, Salazar, I think Somerhalder's thinking has been assimilated by Dumbledore. Its attitude towards Slytherin is also Not very fair."

Salazar didn't respond to someone's obvious change of subject. In his mind, Somerhalder had long been a defective product waiting to be repaired, and it was just that there was no time to rectify it.But he didn't express any opinion on the previous topic, but asked, "Aowei, it's so late, what can you do with me?"

Leaping thinking is Ovelia's field of expertise, she immediately replied: "Oh, that's right, it's what I mentioned last time, to engrave a magic pattern on a magic wand, can you help me do it now?"

Salazar stretched out a hand and spread it out in front of Ovelia.But Olivia took a small step back, smiled flatteringly, and at the same time clutched her cuffs tightly, and said seriously: "Oh, no, Salazar. I hope Draco is the first to touch it You don't have gloves on, I can't give it to you... let's go back to your dormitory now!"

***

Draco paced back and forth between the door of the bedroom and the bedside several times, clutching his chin with one hand, his face was tangled and hesitant, his gray-blue eyes lit up from time to time, and dimmed from time to time.

A snow pigeon flapped its wings beside him, landed on his shoulder for a while, flew to the door and circled back for a while, landed on his shoulder again, turned its head and stared at him with two small black bean eyes.

"Oh, Shirley, you want to find her, right?" Draco sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, turned his head, and started a conversation with Little Snow Pigeon Shirley: "Well, it must be like this, I'm not I don't want to take you there, but what reason should I use? I can't enter the girls' dormitory, if someone helps her to come out, what reason should I use?"

Recently, Ovelia has been busy for some time, she has been elusive, except for the history of magic, she can be seen, and she simply skipped all other classes, including the Potions class of Mrs. Slytherin. Snape wished that the vampire lady wouldn't come out and cause trouble, so he kept turning a blind eye. As for the other professors who probably had Dumbledore's instructions, they didn't say anything.

So... It's been a long time since Draco met and spoke more than two words to Ovelia.

Little Snow Pigeon tilted her head thoughtfully, then lightly pecked Draco's earlobe, shrinking her neck exaggeratedly.

Draco stared at it. "You mean, you want me to give you back to her? Use that as an excuse to call her out?"

The little snow pigeon shook its head, fluttered its wings excitedly, and flew towards the door again.

"...Oh, well, since you want to go so much... I really can't help you." Draco smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to rest on his finger, and said dotingly: "Although Andrew is very rough, but Much easier to deal with than you!"

He opened the door and walked out briskly.

however……

"She's not there?" Draco frowned.

Pansy shook her head, her rosy lips pursed, and she was also a little strange: "Yes, I knocked on the door for a long time, but she didn't respond. Blaise, did you see Ovie go out through the lounge?"

Brastan spread his hands sincerely: "Oh, I can't see it, my dear, all my eyes are glued to you. Don't you know?"

Draco: "..."

Pansy glared at him, but that reproachful gaze was clearly that of a girl in love.

Draco turned his head silently, ready to go, being a light bulb or something, that's enough during the day, let's give them a sweet space at night!

Looking at the blinking eyes of the snow pigeon, the innocent charm was too much like its owner, and this association made Draco's sense of loss even stronger.Recently, it seems that the feeling of having someone by my side at night has also disappeared!

Draco walked slowly, the final exam was due tomorrow, but he was not in the mood to study at all - in fact, there was no need to study.One person and one bird looked at each other sadly, until Draco stood in the middle of the spiral staircase, at this moment, the door of the lounge opened.

It was Salazar and Olivia who came in, and they returned to the Slytherin lounge precisely at the time of the curfew.

The little snow pigeon happily let out a 'cuckoo' cry, and then flew towards the smiling black-haired girl. Perhaps the owner seemed too easy to bully. on Ovelia's head.

Olivia didn't care, she saw the platinum boy standing in the middle of the stairs at a glance: "Draco, did you take it out for a walk?"

"..."

Draco was in a bad mood, no, it should be said that his mood went through intense ups and downs in a short period of time, and finally became very bad.

It's so late, Ovelia is not in the dormitory, she went out with Senior Sai!But when he asked her why she disappeared a few days ago, her answer was 'there is a very important thing to be done in the dormitory'.At that time, she half-jokingly said: "I haven't seen me for a few days, do you miss me? Um~ it must be so."

Yes, he misses her, knowing that she is nearby, in the same castle, but he can't see her, he feels that a big part of his life is missing, there used to be that one person, always smiling by the side , Sweetly talking about a bunch of big and small truths, it seems that as long as she is there, all the clouds and depression will no longer oppress his heart.

His heart became free and soft because of her, but because she didn't get his response for a long time, did she go further and further away from him?

If Shirley is returned to her, will the connection between them be even less...

Ovelia and Salazar walked to the stairs side by side, and the little snow pigeon kicked her legs and flew back to Draco's shoulder.Draco pursed his lips, pulled out a half-salty smile, and said, "Yeah, Ovelia, I'm tired of reading, so I took it out for a walk. What about you? That important thing of yours It's over, so I have time to go out and date Senior Sai to relax..."

"Well, it's almost there, only the last process is left!" Ovelia looked up at him and smiled mysteriously, "It will definitely be finished the day after tomorrow."

Draco moved his lips, wanting to remind her that the day after tomorrow is his birthday, but seeing Sai's calm look aside, something was slowly sinking in his heart, and in the end, he just said: "Tomorrow is the exam I hope you pass the first day, Ovelia."

Olivia noticed the exhaustion and loss between his brows, and was about to ask, but Salazar suddenly urged: "I don't have much free time, let's go, Ovie." Then she nodded to Draco, and from his Side up the stairs.

"Ah... yes." The black-haired girl replied, looked at Draco with concern, but didn't say anything, but chased after him - she wanted someone, and she was asking for a super favor Man, there is no other way except to cooperate with his time!

It took her a whole month to make the magic wand by herself. As long as Salazar engraved the magic pattern on it, it would be considered finally completed.

The day after tomorrow is Draco's birthday, I hope he will like this well-prepared gift...

Ovelia showed a big smile in the air, and she felt so excited when she thought that she was about to hand over this significant gift to him!

Apparently, this girl who lacked common sense didn't realize at all that running into a boy's dormitory at night would look like a situation to others.

Even if it's not... Cough, what, at least it shows that the relationship between the two is very close.

Therefore, the moment Ovelia brushed past him, Draco's entire face turned black.

However, someone is laughing happily and doesn't know anything.

Draco stayed where he was, but the little snow pigeon didn't understand the teenager's troubles. It jumped innocently and lively on Draco's shoulder, turned around, tilted its head and watched Salazar and Olivia both leave. back view.

So, on the other side of this live monitor...

Paris, France, VIP room on the top floor of the B&B headquarters building.

When the silver-haired boy Xilin stretched his waist and pushed the door in, he was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "Hey, Linka Lijia, why are you here?"

Different from the lively scene during the day, when it was close to midnight, everyone went out for food—whether it was to satisfy appetite or sexual (and) desire (harmony), the room was empty, except for a woman with dark blue long straight hair reaching her hips Still sitting on the carpet, staring at the monitor screen intently.

Without getting a response from Linka Lijia, Xilin walked over curiously and saw rare tenderness on the woman's beautiful face.

Xilin followed her gaze and saw a stairway with no one on the picture.

"What are you looking at, Linka Liga? Is it Sister Aowei?" He couldn't help asking.

There was a moment of silence, and finally, the shaking of the screen resumed, and Linka Lijia also stood up slowly, not knowing whether she was answering Xilin's question, or muttering to herself: "It's him!"

"Who?" Xilin asked, "Brother Mesurin?"

"No..." Linka Liga shook her head, and the dark blue pupils of the same color as her hair shone with confusion and joy: "I won't admit it wrong, it must be him, Salazar Slytherin!"

The author has something to say: Fatahfi: So it is, thank you!But I think this is not a matter of course. Since he is a commentator, he should explain it from a fair standpoint

Charm's fetters: I agree or disagree with Ron's extremes, but I want to say that according to the original book, he is definitely not alone... It's just that he was hacked in the fandom. Alas, when it comes to extreme attitudes and angry curses, who can compare? How about our Master Malfoy?In the final analysis, it was JK who went too far in order to highlight the confrontation between justice and evil... Regarding the inaction of the professor and the headmaster, I deliberately flipped through the book and reviewed it. Alas, is it because of one Voldemort that all three colleges reject Slytherin?Harry was almost sorted into Slytherin, and Dumbledore comforted him that it was not his fault, dizzy, is Slytherin evil?What do you mean by being a principal? ? ?

Moye Weixue: Thank you for catching bugs... I'll go check it out.Olivia and Draco are riding a roller coaster... After all, the relationship has not stabilized. Look, the young master is thinking wildly all day long but not acting. What do you want to do, young master?Cough, see you in the future~~

Fox: Thank you for not forgetting me, waving the handkerchief, guest officers come often~~

The idiot shook his face: This time he is back, and it won’t take so long to update in the future

Passerby A: There are so many passerbys...Which one is this?When will I be lucky enough to meet my real body?

Light: Come~