[HP] Platinum Children

Ahead of the Christmas holidays, Slytherin is in turmoil.

The second-year head Brown, the third-year head Green, and the fourth-year head Bell made major mistakes one after another. The chief group submits an application for re-appointment of the chief.

Generally speaking, once the grade chief is selected, he is rarely re-elected.To reselect, the following conditions must be met.

[-]. The head of the grade must have made a serious mistake and seriously damaged the internal interests of the grade.

Second, the application for reappointment of the chief must be signed by the students of the entire grade-oh, the signature of the chief who will be discarded is optional.

[-]. The application for re-election of the chief must be approved by the dean, or the prefect and other chiefs except the chief who needs to be abolished.

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Severus looked at the three applications placed on the table, his dark eyes flashed in thought.

He is very clear about the recent vicissitudes in Slytherin.

He knew that it was Andrea who was trying to eradicate his dissidents.

However, this is not Andrea's style.

Andrea's style of dealing with things tends to "moisten things quietly", basically when the dust settles, the opponents will realize that they have been cheated.

But this method has an obvious disadvantage, that is, the process of achieving the goal is relatively long, and if you are not patient, it is easy to suffocate yourself to death.

However, the style of winning the chiefs of the three grades this time is "the wind sweeps the fallen leaves", ruthless and straightforward...

From setting up a trick to get the three chiefs to step on it, to instigating the hearts of the three grades, and achieving the goal in just half a month, all this shows that the person who presided over this action has grasped and figured out the hearts of the people. To the point of proficiency.

So, who is in charge this time?

Is that the kid named Draco Smith?

If it was him, then this kid is really terrifying—at only 11 years old, he has such a sharp calculation and grasp of people's hearts.

Andrea stood in front of the Potions Master's office. After saying the password, she hesitated for a moment before raising her hand to knock on the door—should I tell the truth?

She always knew that Draco was strong, but she didn't know how strong he was.

When she asked Draco to help her, she didn't think that Draco could pull down the three chiefs so simply and neatly.

She really didn't expect that in just half a month, Draco could make the second, third, and fourth grades into a mess, and take advantage of the chaos to let her people establish prestige in the process...

The process was so fast that she was a little caught off guard.

Severus was her godfather, and he knew her style too well for him to be suspicious.

While the platinum girl was dawdling, Severus already sensed the person outside the door.

He drew out his wand and cast a spell towards the door, and the black carved door opened automatically. Severus looked at his goddaughter with a dark face: "Miss Malfoy, is there a Galleon at the door of my office? You want to dawdle?" When? Come in!"

Severus' eyes moved slightly, it seemed that there was no need to guess anymore, the only one who could make Andrea so difficult was Draco Smith.

Andrea took a deep breath, bit her water-red lips, and made up her mind in an instant—she didn't want to tell the truth!

The platinum girl closed the door, turned around and looked up to see Severus sitting behind the big desk.

His hair was pitch black and very greasy, with a few strands hanging down in front of his cheeks. It seemed that he had just made the potion and hadn't cleaned himself up yet——Andrea felt a thump in her heart. The medicine hasn't taken care of itself, so the potion has failed, right?

Uh... In this case, not telling the truth seems to be asking for trouble...

Severus frowned, the creases between his brows could pinch a mosquito.

"Since you dawdle at the door, it can be seen that you know what I am looking for you for. So, do you have anything to tell me?"

Andrea met Severus's dark eyes, the light fluctuated slightly, she didn't dare to look at her godfather anymore, she only dared to stop her eyes on his big tall nose.

"Godfather, I don't understand, aren't you happy that I'm taking control of Slytherin so soon?"

"Oh?" Severus moved his body, leaning his back against the dark green chair back, with a silky tone, and slightly sarcastic: "Should I say congratulations to you?"

"Godfather..." Andrea couldn't tell how she felt now, and she didn't know what to say.

"Andrea, Draco Smith is not someone you can control. If the thing around your neck can still be used normally, please stay away from that child immediately!"

"I never wanted to control him..."

Turns out Severus didn't need her to tell the truth, because he'd seen it all, and he'd called her just to remind her.

Severus' heart sank, it seemed that Andrea cared more about the child than he had imagined.

"If you never thought about controlling him, then there is only one result, that is, he controls you in turn!"

"No, he's not that kind of person!" Andrea retorted.

Looking at the platinum girl's expression, Severus knew that she wouldn't listen to him.

He couldn't help cursing Lucius' white peacock in his heart, how did he persuade his daughter, why didn't Andrea stay away from Draco, but instead made them get closer?

"Andrea, my goddaughter, your stubbornness will kill you one day. Go back and rest! Before you rest, please ask Mr. Draco Smith to come here."

"Godfather!" Andrea looked at Severus in surprise.

"Go and rest!" Severus' face darkened, his voice condensed: "Don't worry! He is a student, what do you think I will do to him?"

"But……"

"Go to rest! Don't make me say it a fourth time! If you want me to actually do something to that kid, you can make me say it a fifth time!"

"..." Andrea opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything.

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