[HP] S·M event book

No.2 Well... the beginning of the disaster. (2)

Sara didn't notice her strangeness, just as if she didn't hear clearly, "They are ordinary people, a little bit against magic...but that's not a problem, magic is really a magical thing, I'm sure they will be very happy to meet you and your Uncle, when I received the admission letter, I thought it was some kind of prank at first, but luckily the school sent a guide to pick me up. It’s incredible here, I always thought that magic was only something in fairy tales..."

Annie didn't notice what Saila said happily, all her consciousness stayed on her first sentence.

[They are ordinary people, but they do not reject magic. 】

ordinary people?Muggle?

When all consciousness returned, it was accompanied by anger, shock and embarrassment.Annie's face turned blue and red.

Why?Why did Slytherin come in and fuck?

Saila's joy was cooled by the icy cold water. The water splashed on her face didn't hurt, but it made her face pale. She felt the biting coldness slipping down her cheeks and into her neckline, and her smooth blonde hair rushed to hug each other. Together.She blinked her eyes to ease the sour feeling in her bi-color pupils, and then looked at Annie blankly.

On the train, Sierra was sitting in a quiet corner, she kept paying attention to the girl with afro, she was talking to the friends around her, the smile on her face was as wanton as sunshine, which made her envious, and made her involuntarily Laugh along.Even if this smirk-like behavior caused weird eyes from the people around her, she didn't care.

——This passionate girl.

—her first friend at Hogwarts.

——This girl with a disgusted face, as if seeing a pest.

"You dirty mudblood!!!"

Malicious voices tore through the noisy banquet, and the sudden silence made people stunned.All eyes were on the small table corner of Slytherin.

"It seems that Miss Wilton thought Hogwarts was her garden."

The voice from the teacher's desk made Sierra shiver involuntarily. She couldn't tell whether it was because of the cold water or the sound. She picked up the napkin and gently wiped the water droplets on her face without saying a word. .Her emerald green eyes were covered by her movements again and again.

"What's going on here?!" Annie pointed at Sara angrily, her sharp voice was extremely harsh in the hall, and Mrs. Norris struggled uncomfortably as she put her head into Filch's arms to show that it was affected. startled.

"Why are Mudbloods in Slytherin?!"

Those words ignited the fuse that caused an explosion at the Slytherin table.All kinds of discussions came and went.

"Is she a weed?"

"Merlin!! Why did Slytherin mix with Mudblood?!"

"It's disgusting! Is there a mistake somewhere?"

"Is the Sorting Hat confused? Or is Hogwarts really dead?"

Surprised, disgusted, questioned, full of malice.

Pure blood may not be able to enter Slytherin, but those who enter Slytherin must be pure blood. The reverence of Leitlin.The Sorting Hat has never made such a mistake, even if a few half-bloods get mixed in occasionally, it doesn't hurt.

In fact, the pure-blood nobles in this era are declining. Except for the two or three families at the top, no one can guarantee that they are 100% pure-blood.Everyone is well aware of these, so while maintaining their bloodlines, they must also be on guard against some hostile forces of the family with bad intentions to expose their scars.

And at this time, Slytherin came in a hemp seed, a dirty and hateful mudblood.It was as if a catharsis had appeared, and all the spearheads were pointing at it—even if they were of mixed blood, they were nobler than hemp.The more you belittle the other party, the more you can prove yourself.

If you don't step on a stepping stone, you are ashamed of the name of Slytherin.

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People in other houses are also talking, or does this mean that the 1000-year-old Sorting Hat is malfunctioning?Slytherins mixed with Muggles, which was even more unbelievable than Snape being a helpful impulsive and brainless Gryffindor.Some people were even more curious about what she had communicated with the Sorting Hat before.

The voice of discussion gradually became louder. You discussed each sentence sentence by sentence, and the whole auditorium became extremely noisy.

"Enough! So many people bullying a little girl! Is this what you call aristocratic demeanor?" Hermione suddenly yelled at the table, which caught Harry and Ron sitting next to her by surprise. Ron wanted to pull her back. It was too late, so I had to shrink back and eat in silence.

Those words made many Slytherins look even uglier.

"People from Gryffindor don't interrupt, this is our own business!"

"Oh~ Isn't this Miss Granger? A very famous... asshole."

"Come on, a mudblood is a mudblood, why are you being polite to them?"

Hermione's face turned red, she was about to go crazy, she tried her best to restrain herself, showing a contemptuous expression, "We are wizards, and our ability to appear at Hogwarts means that we are no different from all wizards! So don't Use that insulting word on us! Also, stop flaunting your so-called pure blood, being a parasite is not an honor!"

As soon as the words came out, many people cheered.

Perhaps pure blood is the most noble in the magic world, but it is undeniable that non-pure blood also occupies a lot of positions in this world. They can accept the name "Mudblood", but it does not mean that insults like "Mudblood" will also be insulted by them. accept!Gradually, someone began to help Hermione deal with Slytherin's yelling, and people from all three houses came to help.

So the voices of those fighting against injustice, those fighting for themselves, and those who took advantage of the chaos rose and fell in the auditorium.

Sierra watched dumbfounded as this personal conflict turned into a war between colleges.And her original focus has long been thrown to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean.She sat on the side in fear, wishing to get under the table so that everyone would never remember her as the fuse.

Of course, she knew that hemp seeds were rejected by pure blood in the magic world, and she had lived with her grandfather for so long, so she was not ignorant of the magic world.Just didn't expect it to be so serious.

"--quiet!!!"

The majestic voice turned into a bomb, blasting away the crackling bullets.So the world is quiet.

Everyone looked at Dumbledore blankly, and Sierra also raised her ostrich head.He cleared his throat as if nothing had happened, and said slowly: "Everyone write a five-foot review, with neat handwriting, no magic is allowed, no duplication is allowed, otherwise it will be doubled."

Such a kind smile made Saila think that he would say something like "Everyone stop arguing, friendship comes first" or "Come, have a candy and shake hands".result……

She suddenly turned pale, five feet?Her hand will break off!

This sentence means that the war is over, and there are many casualties.

The little animals howled all over the place.

"The Slytherin prefects will take Miss Morris back to her dormitory first, and the others will continue to eat." As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, he saw a man standing up and leading Sierra out of the hall.So he was stunned.This year's prefect... is him.

Seeing that he hadn't sat down for a long time, McGonagall asked, "Is Principal Dumbledore unwell?"

"Oh...no." He sat upright on the chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "As you get older, your memory gets worse. I hope you won't make some big mistakes."

Snape next to him snorted coldly, the movement of cutting the steak in his hand was extremely smooth.

……

Sara followed the prefect anxiously.

For an 11-year-old girl, this back view has enough deterrent force, he is just walking in front of her, but it seems to cover all the vision, making her ignore the portraits talking and laughing around - these are to her It should have been something novel.

Platinum blonde hair was combed meticulously, more dazzling than her hair, in fact she was very dissatisfied with her hair color, as long as it was a little darker, it would become like gold - something that everyone loves but looks vulgar.

As it turns out, it's important not to lose your mind while walking, especially on moving stairs.She was just in a daze, so she fell a few steps behind the prefect, and when she wanted to follow behind onto the flat ground, she fell ill with the moving steps.So she watched him get further and further away from her.

Saila was extremely unfamiliar with this place, so she could only cry to the life-saving straw without tears, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Wait for me there."

The voice was steady and commanded.Sela thought he must be a nobleman who was good at giving orders.So she quietly watched him shuttle between the moving stairs familiarly, his movements were elegant, with the unique temperament of the nobility...or it should be his unique temperament.

Seeing that pleasing but somewhat pale face getting closer and closer to her, Sara noticed the pair of gray-blue eyes, which seemed to be looking at her, but seemed to be only looking in her direction.Anyway, Sera, who was at a loss for words, described them as beautiful.

What interrupted her daze was the warm feeling in the palm of her hand, and she realized just now——he was holding her hand.

Sai La followed behind him in a daze. The man's back gave her a sense of security, and her palm made her feel at ease.For her who had just been hit, this was undoubtedly a good medicine to bring her back to life.

Grandpa said that gentlemen and villains are the most fascinating.But what made her feel a little flustered now was the gentleman in front of her.Sai La was extremely happy, happy for no reason, but she knew it was because of the senior in front of her.

He brought Sera to the door of a portrait, and after reading a password, he pulled her in.

Then came the sudden suffocation.

——He grabbed her by the neck and pressed her hard against the wall.

Saila didn't know what happened, the strong thrust wiped out the feeling of floating away without a trace, followed by the pain of hitting the back of her head against the wall, she couldn't help but let out a muffled snort, still in a daze .Until the line of sight finally condensed on that pale face.

Scornful, disgusted, full of malice.

Just like the rest of the Slytherins at the banquet.

Reluctantly, uncontrollable fear and panic came to the fore, and Sira struggled tremblingly.The hand that reassured her was pinching her neck so hard it almost broke it.

"Mudblood, I give you two choices. One is to drop out of school by yourself, and the other is to help you drop out of school."

【Wait for me there. 】

There is such a big difference in the same voice.

Saila suddenly thought of a mosquito that was full of blood when it was hungry, and was slapped to death before it fully experienced the feeling of satisfaction.

The author has something to say: There was a bug here—the Seraform was described as a Muggle==

It is now modified into hemp species.

I've been looking for a milder and less insulting adjective

Because the following plots are not suitable for using the word mudblood

After discussing with my friends for a long time, I decided to use hemp seeds.

For the time being, it will be sauced, and what will appear later will be changed slowly~