hp Ouroboros

Two weeks into the new school year, it's time for the annual Slytherin Chief duel.

After dinner, the Slytherins left together very neatly. The newly enrolled young wizards looked curious, and some of the young wizards who had already met the senior seniors turned their heads and asked questions.

Hermione was also one of the few Gryffindors who knew her seniors, and since she was not very popular with her peers, she basically relied on her third-year roommate Camille to choose her seat in the restaurant.

"Camille, what happened to the Slytherins today? It looks like there is some activity." Hermione asked curiously.

"Chief duel." Camille replied succinctly, without raising his head, he took a piece of steak and cut it up.

"Duel?! Didn't the school say that students are not allowed to privately..."

"That's Slytherin's own private activity. It has been passed down since the time of the Big Four. Principal Dumbledore has no control over what happens in the Slytherin lounge." Camille didn't look nervous at all. She also took a sip of her hot tea.

No matter how much Ms. Granger of Gryffindor disapproved of such student-to-student fighting, the Slytherin tradition was never thwarted by outsiders' opinions.

This year's seventh-grade chief is Sylvia's prefect Higgins when he entered school. He is now a male student *blocked keyword*. After he explained the duel precautions, it means that this year's first-year chief duel has begun Of course, if other grades want to challenge their own chief, there is no problem at all-basically there will be no process, the challenge of the senior chief can be carried out at any time, and any dissatisfaction has been resolved long ago, just like Kassan last year Miss Della suddenly got angry one night and beat the original second-year chief Selwyn like a rat running away.

Higgins had just announced the beginning of the first-year chief duel, and a very conspicuous platinum-blond haired boy walked off the field with a haughty face. He walked around the field, and no one dared to leave at all——No need for him to introduce himself, Mal Fukuya's shiny platinum-blonde hair, which has been passed down through generations, is enough to tell everyone in the room who he is.

"First grade! Does no one dare to leave?" Higgins' face was very ugly. The chief has always been obtained through battles. This is a tradition. Even passing the stage is a necessary process. Now there is no one at all. The end is really to discredit the tradition of Slytherin.

Master Malfoy turned his head to look directly at Higgins, and said with a malicious face: "Mr. Higgins, you'd better leave my business alone. Don't forget that the old Mr. Higgins' case is still in my father's hands." Hold on! I don't think you would like to see your father suddenly sent to Azkaban."

Higgins blushed, gritted his teeth and looked fiercely at Draco Malfoy in the duel arena for a while, but in the end he didn't speak any more.

This made Master Malfoy more confident. He raised his head and glanced at the other heads of grades standing aside.

"Mr. Flint, it seems that I haven't seen you for more than a year. My dad asked me last month if I saw you and asked me to say hello. Maybe you can come to the Christmas dinner at Malfoy's house this year?" Draco said. Looking at a not-so-tall boy in the sixth grade, his words were still full of arrogance.

Then the boy's eyes turned to Sylvia, and he let out a contemptuous sneer, "Who is this chief lady? I've never seen you at the banquet, oh, don't tell me you're just A half-breed."

"Mr. Malfoy! This is Miss Sylvia Cassandra, every chief standing here has great power, don't bully me too much!" Higgins couldn't stand it anymore, and choked out a sentence To be fair.

"I'm too much of a bully? Powerful? Do you really think so, Mr. Higgins? Somebody who's a male student at school *masked key words* can't stop Dad from being sent to Azkaban ?” Malfoy squinted at Higgins, but when Higgins shut his mouth again, he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with satisfaction.

"Cassandra...I remembered, isn't that a surname that has fallen in Gryffindor? That old couple is still under the headmaster's old man! Slytherin has a character The chief of Ranffindor's lackeys? How did you choose this chief?!" Master Malfoy pretended to be fake and shocked, and said with disgust.

Sylvia didn't care much about the provocations of the young master with a prominent family in front of her, another spoiled wretch. The Malfoy family has been around for so long, and it seems that it is about to die. It is rare that the current head of the Malfoy family, Lucius Malfoy is still passable, at least he has redeemed many of his father's mistakes and embarrassments, but his son... Sylvia is almost a pity looking at the young man who can only bluff in front of him, it seems that the decline of the Malfoy family is also imminent up.

Draco was upset when he saw that the mixed-race girl didn't respond at all, "Hmph! I was too scared to speak? No wonder I often saw you with that smelly Gryffindor girl before, she What's your name? Kar or something, Caroline? Kardashian?"

"Her name is Camille..." Sylvia heard her own cold voice, "She is much stronger than you, Mr. Malfoy."

A suffocating low air pressure suddenly flooded the entire lounge hall, and the other Slytherin students who were affected by the impact took a breath, and looked at Sylvia, who was always smiling when she was always smiling, in shock. With a blank expression on his face, he walked slowly step by step down to the cleared duel field in the middle of the rest room.As she got closer and closer to Master Malfoy, the suffocation became more and more obvious, as if an invisible plastic bag was wrapped around everyone's neck, and the air gradually thinned.

Draco, who stood in the duel arena with a proud face just now, was in the center of the storm targeted by Sylvia, and now his face was pale, and he opened his mouth and gasped weakly like a stranded goldfish.

"Answer your question, so that no one feels as if no one in the school deserves a little respect." Sylvia walked up to Draco.

Surrounding Master Malfoy who was stiff in place, Sylvia leaned into his ear and said, "It's all played out, young master, the chief is all played out, not everyone has a Malfoy father, I think we also have a father." I can only use my own lifeline, right..." Although Sylvia whispered in Malfoy's ear, the Slytherins in the entire lounge heard it, and no one saw Sylvia during this period. She took out her wand and didn't say any spells, but her voice was as clear as if she was speaking in everyone's ears herself.

"It's true that I don't have the power to send old Higgins to Azkaban like your father, but I think Young Master Malfoy probably doesn't have the power to make your father appear in Hogwarts right now?"

"After all, as far as I know, apparation is completely prohibited in the whole school. As for the floo network of the fireplace, it only supports the use of fireplaces within the school. Then, Master Malfoy," Sylvia said in a head shorter than her In front of little Malfoy, she bent slightly so that her face was facing his frightened and pale face.

"If I'm going to kill you now, your father will probably only know that the Malfoy family is dead from the fact that his little baby hasn't sent a safe letter home after a few days? Oh! The young master still writes to his father every day , tell him, who did you scare with your family name again? In that case, I think maybe your father doesn’t mind coming to collect your body tomorrow? After all, even if it’s the Vanishing Curse, it’s possible to disappear a large waste like you It's still a little troublesome." Sylvia finally pressed down the end of her eyebrows and raised her brows slightly, with a very regretful look, as if she was earnestly wishing that the young master's father could come to help this little one. busy.

Draco couldn't say a word, he had never felt such a sense of suffocation in his life, Sylvia looked straight into his eyes, Draco didn't see any joke in his silver blue eyes , There was a dead silence in her eyes.

Then the clear but dead blue rippled, and soon turned into a stormy sea, just like the wrath of the sea god.

"Next time when you mention Camille, please remember to call her Miss Camille. Although she doesn't have a surname to honor her, it's not something you can look down on her. I think you'd better find a way to show some respect. , maybe it's just that you haven't been in school long enough, you can ask other senior sisters, Cam's temper is not as good as mine, annoy her, you won't get a warning like me, Malfoy family It will be the last one." Sylvia finally stretched out her hand and patted Draco's small face lightly, her silver blue eyes drifted to another big man who was also frightened standing on the edge of the duel field. Selwyn, the sole heir to the nobility.

Sylvia straightened up and walked up the stairs. The moment she walked out of the dueling arena, the terrifying feeling of suffocation disappeared without a trace. Not to mention Master Malfoy who was lying on the ground and panting vigorously, even standing next to him The other Slytherins watching the battle also gasped.

Most of the people present here are from their families. Of course they know that it is the so-called magic pressure, but they have never really experienced how terrible it is to be under the pressure of other people. At the banquet, everyone always thought that maybe he and Principal Dumbledore were the only wizards who could use this ability in modern times. Now it seems that there will be another Sylvia Cassandra.She is only a little wizard in the third year, which is particularly prominent when Sylvia is compared with figures such as the Dark Lord and Headmaster Dumbledore, or to some of the senior nobles present. For little wizards, it should be said to be thought-provoking.

There is another point that also caught the attention of some more thoughtful Slytherins: when Mr. Malfoy mocked Miss Cassandra for the first time, she was not angry, she was completely indifferent, but when Mr. Malfoy After belittling Miss Camille of Gryffindor, Sylvia immediately changed her face, and everyone present could feel a kind of blackness before a volcanic eruption or before a storm from the magic pressure she radiated. A sense of suffocation like clouds pressing down on a city.

The Slytherins gathered in the lounge hall dispersed in twos and threes with different thoughts.It seems that Miss Cassandra is very protective of Miss Camille of Gryffindor?Are they on good terms?Some people are thinking about this.

Some people paid more attention to the incomparable power displayed by Miss Cassandra. They walked back to the dormitory and began to write letters to the family. A big deal, especially since she's just been completely connected to the Malfoys *blocked keyword*.

Of course, for Mr. Malfoy, who was at the center of Miss Cassandra's demonic storm, he sat on the sofa until everyone in the lounge was astigmatized, and he didn't get up, maybe he would still write to him 'Great Dad', maybe he can have some brains, re-examine himself, and think about his subsequent life development, but in any case, seeing his current body soaked in cold sweat, sitting on the sofa with blank eyes, he may The first thing to do was to rebuild his sanity. After all, an 11-year-old boy faced the powerful threat of Miss Cassandra, it was like facing death.

Others in Slytherin were not very worried that this young master would have a nervous breakdown. Which noble-born wizard who had experienced some family training would not experience danger?No matter how precious old Mr. Malfoy was to his son, he probably wouldn't allow him to skip some training, would he?

If the little Mr. Malfoy is really so bad, maybe the old Mr. Malfoy doesn't mind working harder to regenerate an heir?Anyway, it is said that he is only in his thirties and less than 40 years old this year, which is still very young for a wizard whose life span is nearly fifty to one hundred years longer than Muggles!Maybe old Mr. Malfoy can be stricter with the next heir after this experience.

This is what most Slytherins think—as other people in other houses think, Slytherin's laws are so cruel and inappropriate?Find a way to adapt, or you will die, and someone else will take your place.Here, everyone can be sacrificed and abandoned.

But what others don't know is that on the rare occasion you get a real friendship with a Slytherin, then congratulations, you'll have a real ally who won't talk about it , just silently support, and never betray.