[HP] Silver Green Pride

After eight o'clock in the evening, An Ge was dragged back to the lobby by Ginny without saying a word.

"Professor Lockhart will open a dueling club today, let's go and have a look." Ginny seemed very excited about this, "It's a pity that first-year students can't join yet, otherwise I really want to challenge Malfoy."

"Why do you dislike Draco?" Ange frowned slightly after glancing at Ginny.

"It's not pleasing to the eye." Ginny snorted, turning her head away, "He's just annoying."

The corner of the mouth twitched slightly, is this the waywardness of a child?

In silence, Ange simply turned his attention to the two professors who were dueling.

Severus, who was the Dark Lord's right-hand man back then, had no doubts about his strength, but Gerald...

Seeing Girod being kicked out, Anger frowned slightly.

She is also aware of Girod's strength, and she will never be so powerless to fight back. On the contrary, as a dark mercenary who has traveled all over the world, Girod's strength is definitely better than Severus, but this is the case. What do you want to do?

Ange hadn't figured it out yet, but suddenly he heard a burst of cheers, looked up, and saw all the Slytherins in high spirits, looking at Gryffindor proudly.

Gildero casually made some excuses for himself that were really not smart, looked at the disdainful eyes of other students, he didn't seem to notice, and then began to assign, two people in groups.

Standing on the side of Slytherin, Draco glanced lightly at Gryffindor, and finally landed on Ron, with obvious disgust and disdain in his eyes.

With a lazy and contemptuous smile on his lips, Draco raised his chin, nodded at Ron, and said with an elegant aria: "Professor, I request a battle with Ron Weasley. "

"Oh?" Gilderoy raised his eyebrows in surprise, looked at Severus, saw that he didn't respond, and turned his gaze to Ron, "Student Weasley, are you willing to agree?"

"Of course." Ron nodded, and looked at Ange who was with Ginny in the crowd with complicated eyes.

"Well then... to your partners!" exclaimed Gerald, "Bow!"

"Get ready, just disarm—remember, just disarm! I count one, two, three! One... two..."

When Gerald called two, Draco raised his wand and cast the spell.

"Tarantella dance!"

Ron's legs shook involuntarily, his eyes widened, and he looked at Draco viciously.

"Despicable! He's fouling!" someone from Gryffindor said.

Ron raised his wand and shouted, "Disarm!"

At this time, Draco was still casting the next jinx, but his wand was knocked away, so his spell was reflected on himself.

He fell to the ground and laughed. Gerald saw that something was wrong, so he quickly released his wand.

"Stop the curse."

All of a sudden, Drake and Ron stopped, and Drake's silver gray eyes looked at Ron coldly, and suddenly a snake ran out from under his feet and flew towards Ron.

Harry, who had been watching the battle from the sidelines, saw that the situation was not good, and he ignored the warning that Ange had given him.

"Hiss—" He stopped.

The silky and hoarse snake language spewed out from Harry's mouth. In an instant, the originally noisy scene suddenly cooled down, and almost everyone looked at Harry with suspicious eyes.

"Harry, why are you Parseltongue? That's only Slytherin..." Ron looked at Harry in horror, looking at the snake under his feet, his eyes were a little dazed.

Harry's expression changed, and he suddenly remembered the warning that Ange had given him. He just wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

I'm afraid that at this time, no matter what he says is sophistry.

Draco also looked at him with a surprised look, but it was only for a short moment, and then he looked away.

"Have you awakened the Feathered Serpent bloodline?" Ange's voice suddenly came from the crowd. It was so cool that it made people feel at ease, but after hearing what she said, he looked at Harry with even more terrified eyes.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head. As we all know, only the descendants of Slytherin have the blood of the Feathered Serpent, but that is the only descendant of Slytherin in the world. Ange's words will undoubtedly increase the suspicion of others. But he still believed she had reasons for doing so.

Ange looked at Harry without saying a word, but her black eyes became hollow in an instant, emitting a pearly light like moonlight.Someone in Ravenclaw shouted in surprise: "That's the Eye of Truth, a talent unique to night elves."

Anger ignored the Ravenclaw's exclamation, but showed a thoughtful look: "I remember that more than 800 years ago, the Potter family once had a relationship with the Slytherin who has not yet perished." A marriage, after so many years, it should have been so thin that it should have disappeared, but I didn't expect to wake up here..."

Listening to An Ge's words, the people around showed a look of sudden realization, and the dignified expressions were obviously much more relaxed.

Severus, on the other hand, cast a puzzled look at Ange, and looked at Harry with obvious surprise.

Such an obvious excuse, others don't understand, but he can still hear it.

What Slytherin blood?Apart from that person, she is the only remaining descendant of Feathered Serpent in this world. Besides, unless there is only one bloodline left, Slytherin never marries with other families.

Ron also breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Ange didn't look at him, there was a touch of disappointment in his eyes.

"Can I ask, have you awakened the night elf blood of the Black family?" The Ravenclaw who spoke just now asked again.

"Yeah." An Ge nodded, but his expression was a little cold.

The Slytherins heard what they said, and looked at Ange with a slightly subtle expression.

A person who has awakened the lineage of a magical creature is like a dragon scale and a phoenix feather in the magic world!What Harry awakened was the extremely thin Feathered Serpent bloodline, and perhaps only inherited the talent of Parseltongue, but Ange can use the Eye of Reality, which means that she can almost be regarded as a semi-magical creature.

There seemed to be a flash of helplessness in her eyes, she walked up to Drake, pulled him up from the ground, and then carefully cleaned him up.

"Who loses this game?" Suddenly, Ron asked.

Gerald replied almost without thinking: "Malfoy should be regarded as losing. You disarmed him, and he is unable to fight anymore, but you still have the ability."

After hearing this, Ron smiled happily and looked at Draco with a bit of complacency in his eyes.

Draco snorted coldly, but his silver-gray eyes turned cold. The failure this time was undoubtedly a stain on him.

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