[HP] Silver Green Pride

There were a few young witches who were unaware of this situation, so they quietly asked the people around them, including Harry.

"Black is a very evil family of Death Eaters. Ten years ago, they were loyal to that mysterious man." Ron told Harry, "But I heard from my mother that the last blood of Black is already in Ahmedabad." Zkaban."

Nodding half understanding, Harry wanted to ask what Azkaban was, but saw that Ange had already gone to the sorting house, so he shut up and waited quietly.

Ange walked out of the team with a slight smile on his lips, as beautiful and peaceful as a white moonlight.

Professor McGonagall gently put the sorting hat on top of her head, and a thin and soft voice suddenly reached her ears. Compared with the original singing of howling ghosts and howling wolves, it was almost very nice.

"Oh, what a special soul, which house should I put you in? Oh! It's such a bad memory, how did those Muggles do this to you? Maybe you will be more cheerful when you go to Gryffindor? Don't you Courage to fear death suits... oh? Slytherin blood, then there's no doubt about it..."

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat yelled at an extremely high decibel.

There was thunderous applause on the long table belonging to Slytherin. Anger took off his hat and said softly, "Thank you, Mr. Hat."

Before leaving, the Sorting Hat said: "What a polite and good boy. Although it is a pity that you were not sorted into Gryffindor, your sincerity and cunning will make you feel like a fish in water in Slytherin."

After hearing this, Ange just smiled lightly, and walked towards Slytherin.

Sitting next to Drake, Ange only responded with a shallow smile to the eyes of the students around him.

When Professor McGonagall called Harry's name, the audience seemed to be quiet for a few seconds, and then it exploded with a bang, and the discussion was endless, even Slytherin whispered.

Anger noticed that quite a few people seemed to be looking at Harry with hatred.

Those... should be the Death Eaters family, right?Still smiling, but a little more cold.

The Death Eater—that is, the master of the Death Eaters, had imprisoned her father and his family for a lifetime, until... downfall and destruction.

For ever pure Black...Oldest and noblest Black...

Even though she doesn't belong to this family, she cares only because of her father, Leier, but the decline of a once prosperous family still makes her sigh, after all, they are still connected by blood...

As the last freshman was assigned, Dumbledore stood up and looked at the students in the audience, seeming very happy.

"Welcome, welcome to Hogwarts! Welcome to the new school year! Before we start the dinner, I want to say a few words. All I want to say is: Idiots! Cry! Dregs! Thank you!"

Then he sat down, and everyone cheered and clapped, including Slytherin.

Anger also clapped his hands, but asked privately, "Draco, what do these words mean?"

"Maybe it's a spell! What he said must be meaningful. The godfather said that he never does useless work." Drake told Ange.

Ange nodded, and said nothing more. Seeing the empty plate suddenly appear in front of her eyes, she raised her eyebrows slightly, and took something to eat in silence, with an elegant manner.

During this process, Draco and some people around him always quietly set their sights on Ange.

I don't know why, but with the same etiquette, Draco always feels that Ange's practice is a little less deliberate than those of them, and it is more natural and beautiful.That elegance and nobility seems to have been blended into her bones.

He symbolically finished the little food on the plate, and drank the pumpkin juice without changing his face, scaring Draco and some boys who had been paying attention to Ange.

"Ange...how can you drink it?" Draco looked at the cup in Ange's hand with an ugly face. Before he came to Hogwarts, he had heard his mother say that Hogwarts' specialty, Pumpkin juice is definitely one... Thinking of this, Draco glanced at the bloody Baro who was seated far away. The senior student next to him was eating food tremblingly, but the contents on the plate were almost No less.

The ghost who eats with the students... is also one of the characteristics of Hogwarts.

After the main meal, the leftovers on the plate suddenly disappear, and then all kinds of desserts appear again.

Like everyone else, he casually took some desserts from the plate close to him and ate them, tasting the desserts in his mouth. Even Anger, who has a particularly picky taste at certain times, had to admit that the Hogwarts house children Fairy cooking.

Eating dessert, a group of new and old students were talking in low voices. Most of them were pure-blooded nobles. The Slytherin dining table is a good place to make friends, especially at the beginning of the school year. Of course, they will not let it go such an opportunity.

Drake was talking with Blaise and others in a low voice. When he first entered Slytherin, he needed to quickly build up his social network. Of course, he didn't leave Angus behind. He clearly remembered what Narcissa told him.

Even in Slytherin, where pure-blood nobles are everywhere, Black's noble lineage is definitely at the top of the pyramid. Only the Malfoy family can compare. However, Angle himself grew up in the Muggle world and knew little about the wizarding world. Adopted by Muggle aristocrats, and received a strict education from a young age that is not inferior to wizards of pure-blood aristocrats, then perhaps it is not even possible to integrate.

That's what Narcissa told him at the time, so he thought that he should be a good guide for Ange, so that she could fully understand the world of wizards.

Talking and laughing with the people around, Ange fully demonstrated her superb communication skills, and established a good start with the noble little wizard beside her.

For a perfect killer, communication is an indispensable means of concealing her identity to complete the task, so she is more than capable and handy.

Sensing that there seemed to be a cold and gloomy gaze on her from the rostrum, he looked up, and Severus was staring at her intently, seeing her raise his head, he quickly withdrew his gaze, as if everything just now was just an illusion That's all.

The actions of the Potions professor made her even more affirmed the speculation that she had sprouted not long ago. This professor knew her full background and feared her because of her background.

Glancing at Severus not far away, he looked like a very timid man holding a big hood. There was a hint of sneer on Ang's lips. soul shards...

The person who was all-powerful at the beginning has become like this...all this is really ridiculous!

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