HP pure blood glory

But none of that matters to Louis.

Just when he was forcing the Sorting Hat to be placed on his head in vain, all his energy was used not to think about the dirty appearance of the Sorting Hat.

On his hands are the dark green dragon leather gloves that he always wears. In addition to its excellent anti-magic properties, the dragon skin is famous for being used as a protective tool, and he also has a skill that seems to be very weak-no dust and stains .

That's what Lewis values.

He heard the dirty hat say, "Come on, I need to touch your head to know what you're thinking."

Professor McGonagall apparently heard this too.

Louis had to push his hat down a little, maybe his blond hair was covered with dust by this time.

Nothing could be worse than the current situation.

"Are you hating me?" A sharp voice sounded in his head.

The Sorting Hat said in disbelief, "How can you be so superficial, judging the Hat by its appearance?"

Louis felt that he didn't have the strength to answer the hat's words, and he was afraid that he couldn't bear it and would directly destroy the other party - although destroying this broken hat would definitely be quite difficult.

"Hurry up." Louis gritted his teeth. He didn't want to be the focus of everyone in this situation-when he was wearing a dirty old hat on his head.

"Thinking - do you want to go to Ravenclaw or Slytherin? Well, this choice is indeed suitable for you - let me think about it, where should you go?"

"Anything, hurry up and say one." Louis didn't care which college he would go to, but suddenly he thought of the boy's light gray glasses, which looked as good as glass beads, (forgive him for not using a crystal ball) In contrast, his house has always been full of that thing since he was a child, and he is already tired of seeing it) Then he was a little guilty, "Go to Slytherin."

"Are you sure?" the hat raised its voice. "You may not be so suitable there, you don't have ambitions - I would say that Ravenclaw is more suitable for you."

"Slytherin," Louis thought to himself.

"Well, this may have an interesting result!" The Sorting Hat seemed to think of something, and he finally screamed: "Slytherin!"

There was a little commotion at the long table in Ravenclaw, and the girl who recognized Louis was also a little disappointed... She heard the future heir of the Meyer family from her aunt's description, and thought he would belong to Ravenclaw.

Knowledgeable, polite, not gregarious... How is this the same as those green peacocks in Slytherin?

"Mandy?" The girl next to her pushed her.

She came back to her senses, "What's wrong?"

"The banquet has begun." The other party reminded.

Mandy came back to her senses and saw that the plate in front of her was already full of food, including roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops...even German sausages... Maybe it was to take care of Mr. Louis ...Well, she finally knew the other person's name.

On the Slytherin side, their dinner began after the headmaster finished those seemingly crazy words.Unlike the golden dinner plates on other tables, all the tableware on Slytherin's table is silver, except of course the goblet.

The little snakes gracefully took some food from the front plate, and then put it on their own plate and cut it quietly. Only some slight sounds of knives and forks touching the plate can prove that they are indeed eating. eating.

Maybe they don't want that either?

But Louis is undoubtedly the most standard sitting posture among them. The eating action is as if he has rehearsed many times. Every time he cuts the steaks, the steaks are almost the same size, and then he raises his hand in the same arc and sends them into his mouth.

You can barely see Louis chewing without even looking very closely, and Draco guesses that his mouth might be a magical prop... like a fireplace - food is put into his mouth and then directly sucked into it. Teleported into his stomach or something.

The Bloody Baron was sitting next to Malfoy. He had glassy eyes, a haggard face, and his robes were stained with silvery blood, which made Malfoy lean closer to Louis.

There is also a small piece of sausage on Louis’s dinner plate, and about two ounces of dark beer in the goblet at hand—thanks to the good intentions of the principal, he never thought that he could drink such a familiar taste here (Louis I don’t know, as soon as he left, his dear father kicked Julius to Hogwarts to work in the kitchen), unlike the French who like red wine, the Germans prefer beer—although this habit will make them fat in old age.But just look at the well-maintained Mrs. Frieda. This is not a problem at all. A small amount of dark beer is good for the body. The strong malt flavor and spicy alcohol can always make Louis's mind clearer .

Draco watched Louis taste the black liquid curiously, maybe he thought it was a potion or maybe he didn't want to try it after seeing the color anyway, even though the malt smell really smell good.

Louis doesn't eat much, but a table of Slytherins consciously restrains their appetite. They are nobles, pure-blooded nobles, so they won't be full like those impolite little lions. Look , what does that look like!

The food on the table disappeared, replaced by some desserts, or fruit salad... Draco took a piece of pudding and ate it... although only girls like these beautiful desserts, oh, Crabbe It was definitely an accident with Gore.

After everyone stopped, and even Draco finished two puddings, the two big guys kept stuffing their mouths, which was somewhat embarrassing for Draco.

But he can't control them, he knows that the two of them just like to eat, and there are no shortcomings other than that - he needs such two thugs, so he chooses to study the pair in Louis's hand that he didn't even take off after eating. Dragonhide Gloves.

These dragon leather gloves were much better looking than the silver ones his father had bought him.

Maybe German dragons are better looking than British ones?he pondered.

Finally, when all the desserts were gone, the two stopped their movements, picked up the dark green napkin under the silver plate somewhat rudely, and wiped their mouths.

Draco comforted himself, at least they would still wipe their mouths, wouldn't they... Trolls should not be able to perform such advanced movements.

At this time, Professor Dumbledore, who was sitting in the middle of the teacher's bench, stood up, and the dining room gradually became quiet, listening to the speech of the headmaster.

【"...At the beginning of the semester, I would like to remind everyone of some precautions... Besides, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also wants me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the hallway between classes."

"The review of Quidditch players is stuck in the second week of this semester..."]

Louis noticed that when the principal mentioned Quidditch, the boy next to him was obviously eager to try, but seemed to think of something, and he clenched his fists unwillingly.

Louis guessed it might be the rule that didn't allow first graders to bring brooms.

In the end, Dumbledore emphasized the danger of the right corridor on the fourth floor, although looking at the appearance of the little lions of Gryffindor, they obviously didn't believe the headmaster's prompt.

There was no reaction from the Slytherin side. Anyway, the Slytherins are not interested in these seemingly adventurous things. Perhaps their favorite thing is to watch the group of lion cubs take risks, and then laugh at each other when they are embarrassed.

People with brains are better than people without brains after all, aren't they?

When the principal finished his speech, Louis obviously saw the other party wink at him. When he looked carefully, the other party smiled at him, and the white beard was raised, giving people a feeling of its master good feeling.

So... does the headmaster have anything to do with him?

Next, the students of the four colleges sang the school anthem under the direction of the headmaster's magic wand, although most of the first grades just opened their mouths and yelled... The atmosphere in Slytherin was very cold, after singing the school anthem They obediently followed the prefect out of the dining room and up the marble stairs.

Louis slowly fell behind. Draco was next to him. Although he seemed to want to take the first seat, he still followed Louis for some reason.This directly made Crabbe and Gore have to slow down...

Louis looked back, Dumbledore hadn't left in the hall, and he smiled mysteriously at him when he saw Louis turn his head.

Sure enough, when they returned to the Slytherin common room—it was a cellar at the bottom of the lake, green lights were hanging from the ceiling, and the surrounding stone walls were somewhat uneven. The whole cellar was damp and cold, but when they were in those After sitting down on the huge sofa, the heat from the fireplace drove away the moisture for them - another prefect came over and said to Louis, "The dean wants to see you."

Before Louis could do anything, Draco stood up and asked, "The professor wants to see Louis? Why?"

After the prefect saw clearly that it was Draco who was asking the question, the anger that had been robbed disappeared completely.Although he was a few years above Draco... his father was still working for Mr. Malfoy.

"I don't know." The prefect replied.

At this time, another prefect has already begun to organize these first-year little wizards to compete for the chief - this is the tradition of Slytherin, basically every grade will have a chief, and then the little snakes don't know what to do. Just keep your mouth shut when you do something and just watch their chief.

This made the Slytherins unexpectedly united.

Draco grabbed Louis' arm, "The chief fight..."

Louis looked at the other's hand on his arm. To be honest, he didn't like physical contact with other people, or he wouldn't wait for Draco to freeze to death before covering him with his robe.

But tonight he doesn't seem to have the energy to think so much, think about the Sorting Hat, he really needs to take a shower right away, right away.

Unfortunately not.

"Come on." Louis looked at Draco with sincerity.

Draco took his hand back all of a sudden, as if he had been entrusted by something... and nodded solemnly.

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