[HP] I have a date with Snake House

, the only use of babo tubers as a potion material lies in this, "Pucus..." The pale pink lips reluctantly touched the word, "This is not in our herbal medicine book, let alone this year's potion class the materials needed.”

"But the girls will need this," Lancet threw Professor Sprout's reason to the other party, "you know, to stop the ladies from using extreme methods to deal with the stubborn acne caused by the change of seasons."

"Who did this kind of thing?" Pansy, who was at the back, took a small step forward curiously. This black-haired girl didn't hang on Prince Slytherin today. Lancet guessed that it should be because The wonderful taste of the latter.Great, Lanster thought blankly, it seems that there is finally a situation that can prevent Pansy from being used as the devil vine in the Malfoy card.

"It's said to be a girl from Hufflepuff." Lance brought the topic lightly, "Now, others follow me, we don't have enough time." After finishing speaking, he turned to Della Ke waved his hand and pushed open the door of the auditorium.

"I noticed that only Draco has the most obvious smell among you," Lancet decided to drink a glass of pumpkin juice for himself before Draco arrived. "What happened to him and Gryffindor?"

Goyle, who was being questioned by him, swallowed desperately, and said vaguely: "Today we learn to raise blow-tailed snails." Speaking of this, several people around him who also chose the course of protecting magical creatures paled. great.

"And then?" Lanster thought about the pictures of the fried-tailed snails he had seen in his mind, and then quickly took a sip of pumpkin juice to calm his shock.Although it is not kind to say so, but to praise Merlin, fortunately I did not follow Draco to choose this course, because in Hagrid's eyes, that kind of stuff might be so 'cute'!

Goyle suddenly laughed, "Silly baby Potter threw a snail into Draco's arms." Chief Your Excellency's schadenfreude.

"How could you do this!" Pansy put down the toast in his hand in dissatisfaction and waited for the duo to giggle, "That snail almost exploded in Draco's arms!"

"But we both know Draco's going to be fine," Crabbe murmured. "There's no way that stuff could do him any harm."

"Thank you for trusting Crabbe," Draco's gloomy voice that was about to drip water came from behind, "It seems that I can safely hand over the snails to you for the next protection of magical creatures class. Improve your reflexes and defenses."

It looked like Crabbe wanted to say 'you can't do this', but the words were swallowed hard by Draco's silver-gray pupils.How are you? Crabbe, you must be full after swallowing this sentence.

"I'm done." Lanster secretly put the last mouthful of pumpkin juice into his mouth, then picked up his schoolbag, "I'll see you later."

"What are you going to do?" Your Excellency the chief asked him appreciatively, "There is still an hour left before your first divination class."

The boy who had turned around was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked, "Should I be honored that you memorized my schedule?"

"You just realized that you have to do this?" Draco sat next to the empty seat, then slowly took out a copy of "Daily Prophet" from his pocket, and said casually, "I just ran into that Granger when I came in."

Why don't you become a detective or something?Or go to the divination class instead of me, I believe you can win Professor Trelawney's favor.

"No, what does that have to do with me?" The boy said righteously, "I just plan to go to the library to borrow a book."

"Aha, it seems that your destination is the library." Prince Slytherin glanced at the cover of the newspaper, and then his eyes froze immediately, which made him even mercifully let Lance go. Te has come to the lips of the questioning. "If I were you, I wouldn't choose a place where you can be found at a glance," he said, pointing to the ceiling with a finger, "That's a good place, Pansy, take the foie gras Pass me the sauce, thank you."

"Happy to serve you, my dear." The girl who was named immediately handed over the things at hand, "Do you need me to help you spread it on the bread?"

"No, it's not necessary at all." The Chief Excellency who took the foie gras read today's headlines, "Please give me some time so that I can read this news with peace of mind, tsk tsk..."

"What news?" Looking across the dark-haired Slytherin girl's emotional gaze, the boy unexpectedly didn't want to move his feet.Involuntarily, Lancet's head moved towards the newspaper in Draco's hand.

"Crack!" A pale and slender hand covered Lanster's vision. "Why haven't you left yet?"

"what?"

"Did you smell it?" Zabini on the side suddenly interjected with a smile, "This is the tone of a scumbag, and you don't need to chase them away immediately."

"No," the platinum boy who covered the newspaper with one hand replied naturally, "I'm just fulfilling my promise not to talk about certain families in front of my poor second-in-command."

In this way, the content of the newspaper is very clear. "Recently, they always seem to be willing to turn the pen to some not-so-famous famous people."

"Shut up, Zabini, that kid might cast a curse on you soon." Draco folded the newspaper and stuffed it back into his pocket, then turned his head and gave the boy a serious look, "What, what do you want Stay with me for lunch?"

"Thanks for the kindness, but someone should be more willing to do this than me." The red-faced silver-haired Slytherin who was watched by a stare kicked away from the long table with his hands in his pockets.

"Seriously, Draco," after the boy walked to a distance where he couldn't hear their conversation clearly, the chocolate-skinned Lord Patriot looked up at the platinum boy who took out the newspaper again, "Did the two of you What happened? Since the end of last semester?"

☆, House Elf Rights Promotion Association

24. House Elf Rights Promotion Association

Just like what His Royal Highness Draco, who seems to have strangely inherited the unwarranted language talent of the Malfoy family, said, Lancet went straight to the Hogwarts library after leaving the Great Hall gate. As it should be, little girl Hermione It was already there waiting for him.

Because it was lunch time, there were not many students in the library. Against this backdrop, the stacks of books in front of the Gryffindor girl stood out.

"Hi Hermione," Lancet walked over to sit next to her, silently crossing off the suggestion from Draco to take her to the Room of Requirement, because even with the borrowing authority of the two of them, it is impossible Borrow all the books in front of Hermione.

But compared to this, he was more curious about what the brown-haired girl was studying. You must know that they have just started school for a morning. Is there any homework that requires so many reference materials?

"Hi Lanster." The girl buried in the tome gave him a rare smile, and she moved the book in front of her to the side, "Sit down, what class do you have this afternoon?"

Although smiling, for some reason Lancet always had the feeling that Hermione was interviewing herself, 'Seriously, she looks a bit like Professor McGonagall now. '

"There are two classes of divination, and then two classes on herbal medicine."

"Oh," the brown brows knit together, "Divination..." All fourth graders knew that one of Miss Know-It-All's least hated subjects was divination.

"You know, I don't have much talent in this class." The little girl said carefully, "so I dropped out of this class this year."

"I have to say that Professor Trelawney may not have any more language talent than you, but she is good at talking nonsense." Lancet comforted, picking up a book from the top of the stack, "What is this—— Oh, "Battle of Fairies"?"

The boy looked down the spine of the stack of books, except for a few books whose spines were blank, ""The Origin of House-Elves", "Wizard Human Rights Law", "Gringotts Origins"... What are these books? related?"

"Of course," said Hermione, pleased that her subject had been given attention. "My idea was to make them relate, but before that I thought I'd need your help. You know, Hogwarts has a vast library. Far more than I can read." Hermione spoke quickly, and then, realizing she hadn't even mentioned the subject, "Now, let's look at this—" She spread out a piece of parchment In front of Lancet.

"What is this?" The drawing on the parchment was messy, obviously it had been "carefully cared for" by its owner, but on top of them, there was a line of writing that was very clear, and the young man easily wrote them down. Read it out, "The House-Elf Rights Advancement Society."

"Ah."

"No, wait." Lancet felt that his brain was a little insufficient, "House elves? Rights? What rights do they need?"

"Of course they need rights! You may not imagine," the Gryffindor girl said with wide eyes, "They serve wizards like this, and they don't even have basic rights—"

"But that's their long-standing concept." The young man refuted her in a low voice. "Besides, house-elves don't need rights and interests. Making them obey orders to work is as normal as letting cows eat grass."

"I really don't understand!" Hermione couldn't hold back her voice immediately, "Why are you all like this, can't see the dignity of the house elves?" Her voice clearly surpassed Mrs. Pince's understanding of the noise in the library Tolerance, the lady holding the chicken blanket immediately expressed her dissatisfaction with Miss Know-it-all in her own way—she threw the embarrassed Lancet and the furious Hermione out of the library.

"Hermione, good girl," the boy who was pushed out of the library looked uneasily at the girl who had the same experience as him, trying to give her an explanation that would make her feel better, "Of course house-elves are worthy of respect, I have always I've always thought so, but you know, the evolution of cognition and action takes a long time to complete."

"What you said makes sense to Lanster, even if it's just to comfort me." Even in the emotional instability, Hermione pointed out Lanster's original attitude, "But I will not give up this action."

I can only wish you luck, girl.Looking at Hermione's menacing back, Lanster thought silently. "It's not bad, now I have 40 minutes to walk to my divination class."

……

Thanks to Hermione saying goodbye to him early at noon, Lanster found the divination classroom very early.Just like last year, the heavy curtains blocked all the light from the windows to the room, replaced by a series of small lamps wrapped in scarves and gauze, and what made Lance even more unhappy was the scent in the room, which made them tired People seem to have been frozen in this room for a long time, at least Lanster doesn't feel that the smell in the classroom is any different from last year.

There was no hesitation, and Lanster dropped his ass in the seat he had always sat on.The chairs were still ridiculously soft, and thankfully they were, because they prevented Lancet, who was startled, from falling straight out of the chair.

"Good afternoon, my child." Lancet, who had just sat down, had no time to catch his breath when the ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly sounded behind him scared the laziness he had just come up to outside the tower.

To a certain extent, Lancet still admired Professor Trelawney, although he never stopped adding an 'old liar' prefix to the other's name in his heart, but in any case, her prophecy was still true. A certain degree of accuracy, of course, and most importantly, she generously gave Lanster an 'E' in last year's year-end results.

But no matter how good the impression is, it can't be worth the new shock that the other party gave him in the "tangible world", which can make the good impression Lanster wished to draw on her in his heart fall short.

After a summer passed, Professor Trelawney seemed to have new decorations, "Good afternoon, Professor." Out of the corner of his eye, Lancet was forced to notice the piles of new clothes on Professor Trelawney's body. Rosary beads, necklaces, bracelets...

Otherwise, to be honest, I thought only the hair of that bastard Draco could blind me...

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☆、I don’t want to find fault all the time

25. I don’t want to find fault all the time

"Um, good day, Professor Trelawney." Lancet finally chose this dry greeting, and turned his gaze to the door of the classroom, hoping that someone would come in and rescue him from his current situation.

Then, praising Merlin, the savior boy pushed open the classroom door.

Great, this is more useful than anything else, even the big glasses that Professor Trelawney wears all year round can't block the light in her eyes, "Oh, you have something on your mind, my dear." Terry Laurney's classic opening remarks, and then, all the fourth grade students who have taken the divination class have the honor to witness the plot of the "old liar" abusing Harry in a fancy way in the new semester.

"Okay my dears," Professor Trelawney, who had successfully 'scare' the savior boy, looked refreshed, and she was sitting back in her seat contentedly, "Before this, my The results of the divination told me that we should study the stars. The movement of the planets and the mysterious signs they show can only be understood by those who know the rules of the dancing steps of the sky. The destiny of mankind can be deciphered by the radiant light of the planets, These lights blend with each other... (Original)"

If there is anything professional about Professor Trelawney as a professor of divination, it must be her neurotic enthusiasm for divination.And if she is unprofessional, it is probably that she can't last long when she talks about her profession, such as now.

The greasy fragrance, the sweltering room temperature and the dim light, these elements together are more lulling to sleep than Professor Binns' flat voice. Sinking into a soft mattress and falling asleep.

"...I can affirm that, my dear, you were born in winter." The protagonist of the topic is still Harry's boy who survived the catastrophe, Potter.

"No," the green-eyed boy blinked and said, "my birthday is in July, actually."

Beside them, Ron seemed about to laugh, but he was doing his best to hold it back.And Lancet did it for him without hesitation on the other side of the classroom across their diagonal.

"Why, what's your problem, dear?" Professor Trelawney's unique ethereal voice quickly approached here, and Daphne gave Lancet a kick under the table, which finally made the boy put away smile on face. "No professor," Lanster coughed a few times solemnly, "throat is itchy."

Professor Trelawney obviously doesn't believe this reason, but generally speaking, she doesn't pay attention to superfluous people. Fortunately, Lanster is being classified into the category of superfluous people by her inside.Therefore, she only paused here for a while, then turned and left.

When the get out of class was over, Professor Trelawney sent everyone a complex circular chart and assigned them an assignment that would make [-]% of the students scratch their heads.Because this assignment is unfortunately different from previous fabrications, which required many cumbersome calculations of time and angles.

"In short, it's a technical fabrication." In the end, the silver-haired boy randomly concluded.It's a pity that his partner didn't give him a piece of the nonsense, which was unusual, quite a bit. "I said—" Lancet used his elbow to pestle while squeezing Babo Tuber, His Royal Highness Draco, who was in a daze, "what's the matter with you? Huh?"

This time Draco gave him quite a generous response - he turned his head in disgust, "Look at the dwarf, is there any pus on your elbow?"

"To be fair Draco, why do you think I've got pus on my elbow? You're the one staring blankly while squeezing Babo Tuber."

The other party immediately refuted it as a matter of course, which was completely unflattering: two eyebrows, which were tall enough to make more than half of the girls in Hogwarts scream, raised arrogantly, and the owner of the eyebrows smirked at Lanster, " I wish you could understand that, even with my eyes closed, my boy, I can do this job more safely than you."

Really annoying!

"Compared to this," Draco continued to quickly complete the tasks under his command, and within a short while he was on par with Lancet's results, "What did Granger ask you to do at noon?"

"..." Lancet paused, and seriously considered the consequences of telling Master Draco the truth, such as whether this would become a excuse for Prince Slytherin to laugh at him throughout the school year.

"Huh?" Dissatisfied with his silence, Draco slightly tilted his head towards him to express his inevitable concern for this topic.

"No, I really can't tell you this," the boy said firmly, "I guarantee that it's not a value that you would agree with. In fact, it doesn't make any sense at all."

"You don't need to say, how can I have the same values ​​as Jack of All Trades?" Squeezing the last Babo tuber into the small bucket with ease, Draco began to pick off the thick gloves on his hands slowly, "But I have to understand The reason why my second seat hurried out to meet a lioness at noon."

"Well said Draco," Zabini said, clasping his hands at the table opposite them, "If you were facing Princess Pansy, you might have been moved to tears by your thoughtfulness."

"Oh, shut up, Zabini," Pansy, who was not far away from them, turned her head arrogantly, "One more word and I'll disappear your bucket, I believe that must be a problem for everyone A delightful scene."

"That's right, Pansy," Lanster, who also made it to the last balpo tuber, looked at Pansy approvingly. "I support you in doing this. Zabini has really been a lot of shit lately."

"I surrender." Seeing that the topic was about to be brought to him, the chocolate boy closed his mouth helplessly, "You can play whatever you want."

Draco continued with the previous question without missing any chance, "Tell me about Lancet, I am fascinated by the whole story of this matter."

There are not many things in Hogwarts that can make Prince Slytherin 'fascinated', but there is one thing that can definitely afford this - sparing no effort to attack the Gryffindor trio, it seems that our prince has fainted From Lanster's performance, he smelled something he would like.

"That's up to you," Draco said pityingly, "but I want to remind you that your 'partner' is not the kind of person who can keep everyone in the valley for more than 3 days. Man, as long as I want to know her goal, I will have the answer before tomorrow."

"Then an equivalent exchange," Lanster threw out his own conditions after handing over the small bucket of Babo tuber concentrated water to the professor and winning extra points, "You know, this morning's "Daily Prophet" -"

His Royal Highness Draco looked at him leisurely, "Uh huh, let's go on."

"If I told you about the noon, you wouldn't use that to find fault with Ron and the others."

"I refuse." The other party quickly responded, "What makes you think that I will use a boring plan that I will know sooner or later to give up an opportunity that has been brought to my mouth to make Scarhead unhappy?"

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☆、I always have trouble with my lips

27. Always have trouble with lips

Because every time you find fault with you, you are completely naive.

Lancet felt a deep powerlessness at this time, and he always had a sense of mystification when it came to Draco's handling of scar-related matters.If I had to describe it as a big feeling, it would probably be about why a good prince, His Royal Highness, could become a troublemaker in a second in front of Potter.

At this time, if Lancet could have a good exchange of experience with Narcissa, he would probably feel a lot better, because even if he is over 30, the mistress of the Malfoy family will still be there from time to time when her husband is facing Arthur Weasley. A similar sense of powerlessness welled up.

"So do you want to accept my proposal?" The teenager glared at the person next to him unwillingly and made up his mind that if he got a negative answer, he would refuse to talk to Draco for the rest of the class .

"Tsk, your mouth reminds me of a duck's butt." Draco looked at his face seriously and said, the boy's fair face was reflected in the silver-gray pupils, and above that, the pursed lips looked particularly protrude.Without any explanation, the platinum boy raised his finger and pressed it back.

"Hey hey," Lancet only felt a cold on his mouth, and then a gentle touch touched it, and what was even more offensive was that the touch became more and more obvious with the opponent's strength.It made him hop aside while trying to suppress the goosebumps that crept up from under his skin. "What's wrong with you, Mr. Chief? Why do you keep talking to me?"

"Because it's too ostentatious, I refuse to have a duck tail on my second seat's face." Mr. Chief didn't seem to care at all, and his attitude made Lanster feel that his reaction was a bit fussy, but no one could Ignoring a Malfoy finger on his lips, Lanster swore.

"Now, let's talk about the training project between you and Miss Lion, fool." The person who caused Lancet to face an enemy was leaning aside with a calm face at this time, "We will not wait after the deadline."

Great, is this a promise to my previous proposal?Lancet looked suspiciously at His Royal Highness, many times, he couldn't understand Draco's impromptu intentions, such as now.You must know that at the last second, the other party was still swearing and threatening to make the savior boy unhappy.

But who cares, as long as Draco promises not to be silly with the Gryffindor trio at a later dinner, it will be a rare peaceful day for Lancet.

"Deal," the boy decided to temporarily ignore the uncomfortable lingering warmth coming from his mouth, leaned over again, cleared his throat, "it's the House Elf Rights Promotion Association."

For a moment, Lancet saw his shadow in Draco.

"Elf... what?" If you think about it carefully, Master Draco probably hasn't been so surprised for a long time. "are you kidding?"

The young man shrugged his shoulders irrelevantly, "You have to ask Hermione this question, because I have the same doubts as you."

"No, don't mention this name to me." The pale face showed unprecedented resistance, "From now on, I refuse to be less than 5 meters away from that lioness, because I refuse to get any contamination from her body." Smells like a house elf."

Glad you could agree on something with her one day, because that's exactly how you said the same words from Hermione's end at noon, without any sense of disobedience.

"Listen dwarf, I'm crazy to exchange this kind of information with you." Draco shoved his textbooks into his schoolbag roughly with a disheveled face, "Even because of this incredible association, I lost A chance to be disgusted to the point of scarring."

It sounds really exciting, the boy who was blamed complained in his heart, congratulations to myself for becoming a promoter of peace between the two chambers.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing, Draco." Feeling that he was a bit wronged, Lancet help Draco caressed the hem of His Royal Highness Draco's clothes, "you know, it's not just anyone Wizards can meet."

"Indeed," Draco gave him full approval in this regard, "I guarantee that most wizards will be lucky enough not to encounter them in their lifetime, even in the imprints of history." His eyes still had The other half didn't finish speaking, but at this time, he probably didn't have any interest in complaining about Lanster on the other side. When the professor announced that the class was over, Draco just led the Slytherins to the auditorium with a straight face.

Although in the eyes of most people, Slytherin's character is not very upright, such as insidious, cunning and other terms have never been taken off their hooks, but in any case, His Royal Highness Draco's credit line It has always been a perfect score here in Lancet.

Just like now, when Draco walked into the auditorium in front of the savior boy with his head held high and his chest held high, Lancet clearly noticed that His Royal Highness Draco was holding back the provocation How hard it is to desire.Especially since he had just seen the content of the news in Draco's schoolbag - "New Troubles at the Ministry of Magic".

In that piece of news, the name that appears the most is Arnold Weasley. Well, everyone knows that the name is not correct. With the appearance of the Burrow in the photo, it is easy for people to know the real protagonist of this piece of news. — Arthur Weasley.

There is no doubt that if Draco chooses to speak at this time, it will be a wonderful timing, and Lanster has no doubt that this provocation will eventually lead to another melee.

It wasn't until they put their buttocks where they should sit safely that Lanster pressed his raised heart into his stomach.Well done Draco, you've grown in my mind even more.

In order to reward Draco, whose credit limit is still full, Lancet at the dinner table looked very well-behaved today. For example, today he took the initiative to put the pot of pumpkin juice aside, and then pushed his beloved fried bacon in the direction of His Royal Highness. push.

"Your eyes are going to be glued to the plate." The plate placed between the two of them was pushed back by a bony and slender hand. "Do you think that everyone in Britain likes frying bacon so much?"

Looking at the boy's normal eyes, Prince Slytherin felt a little headache, "Do you mind if I don't say thank you?" He picked up a fork and forked a piece onto his plate, "Now, please take back your bacon and your eyes go."

"This is my heart!"

"I'm sorry, your thoughts make me feel unbearable."

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☆, the disappearing Moody

27. Moody without a trace

For such a ignorant Draco, Lancet just wanted to say: Please keep it up.Thanks to Mr. Chief's merciless blessing, Lancet was also very satisfied with the dinner on the first day of school.

The dining table is often the fastest place for all kinds of information to flow. When their dinner was halfway through, the fourth grade had already got information about today's seventh grade Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Crazy," Pansy said sadly, forking a piece of pudding onto his plate, "he's been crazy ever since, and obviously, all these years of doing nothing made his symptoms worse."

This statement was endorsed by almost all Slytherins.

"But even if he is crazy, I have never heard of anyone demonstrating the Unforgivable Curse in class." Daphne mocked, "If that old bastard Moody is really crazy, then Dumbledore is undoubtedly real Stupid." She said, casting a sarcastic glance at the professor's seat, at which point Dumbledore's seat was vacant, along with their Transfiguration professor's seat.

"I couldn't agree more with Daphne," Pansy put down her cutlery and wiped her mouth, then pulled out a mail-order brochure from her bag, "Of course, I care more about this season's new accessories than this." manual."

"That's right dear," the blond girl who was still sarcastic just now put on a refreshed expression, "Come here for some Pansy, although I already picked some at noon, but I'm sure I have to browse some more, you know, I'm still one earring undecided..."

"They are really difficult to understand," said Lancet, who had witnessed the dramatic changes of the two girls, dumbfounded.

"I can assure you about this," said Zabini with experience, "the current period is relatively easy for them to deal with. As time goes by, you will find out how much a Mrs. Nott is." hard to please."

"And you just have to take care of yourself Zabini now," a frowning Draco said finally.Then he turned his head and pulled Lancet's attention away from the chocolate-skinned boy on the other side, "Do you have any questions?"

Faced with such an impatient Draco Lancet subconsciously wanted to shake his head, but then he immediately realized that if there was any doubt, Draco was definitely a more reliable solution than anyone else. Lanster said hesitantly, "I read in the book that once the three Unforgivable Curses are used, they will be arrested by the Ministry of Magic for no reason..."

"Hmm." Draco replied lazily, "Because of that lunatic, his Auror status has been kept."

That's much easier to explain, as an Auror has the privilege of using the Unforgivable Curse in certain situations. "Sounds totally unreassuring," Lanster said worriedly, "think about us having a practical class with such a radical and privileged professor..."

"Where's the pendant I gave you?" Draco asked abruptly.This question made Lancet subconsciously touch his chest. "Very good," said Platinum Young Master satisfied, "just wear it like this child, then you will at least have a little more security than those poor spiders."

Lanster nodded obediently, and then continued to enjoy his dinner with Pansy and Daphne's discussion.

……

However, he is obviously too happy about the peaceful state of the two houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin today. The two houses have been enemies for so many years. Of course, it is impossible for Draco to temporarily shut down and restore peace overnight. To take a step back, the fact that the Malfoy young master and the savior boy are at odds can be said to be well known in Hogwarts, so even those who take the initiative to add trouble to the trio in order to make Master Malfoy happy There are many people.

The accident happened when the items on their desks disappeared and the Slytherins began to exit of their own accord.A page similar to the newspaper in Draco's schoolbag was stuffed under Ron's nose, and the owner of the newspaper was Mr. Doug Jr., who had moved forward significantly this semester.

"Look at this, Weasley." Little Doug's arrogant voice sounded at the gate of the auditorium, "Arnold Weasley, who is this? Has your family gained any relatives recently?"

The other Slytherins, headed by Draco, gave Ron plenty of malice - crowds and ridicules.Mr. Doug probably hasn't received so much recognition in his life.