Reincarnated in Britain, I go to Hogwarts

For two consecutive classes, the confident and sunny Professor Quirrell received applause from the students, especially when he mentioned the past rule of the Dark Lord in his words, analyzed the other party's practices with a condescending attitude, and faintly laughed at the other party's LOW. There is no doubt that It's not a good idea to give students a sense of the Dark Lord's mind.

Even the magical world is beginning to be half-cooked. The Dark Lord still wants to be an emperor. Even if he is an emperor, he also wants to be a tyrant.

Quirrell smiled freely, as if he hadn't been so frightened ten years ago that his knees were weak and his whole body was trembling.

Class was over, and the students from the two houses left side by side. Due to the relationship between Ans and Cassandra, their relationship was still good. Although Slytherin still had his own arrogance, he no longer looked down upon He in a bad way. The Hufflepuffs know that the other party is a tsundere.

"I have an idea."

Ans and Cassandra walked side by side at the back of the team heading to the auditorium.

"He reached out to Tom and prevailed."

Yes, Cassandra also noticed this factor, mainly because Quirrell's 'victor' attitude was too sufficient, and he only needed to say, 'Labour and management have trampled Voldemort under his feet~~~' to announce to the whole world.

"Yes, and then the question comes," Ans glanced sideways at the window sill and looked at the glass to see if anyone was approaching from behind. "What happened to Tom? Did he crack the knowledge or was he imprisoned somewhere?"

"I prefer the former, not because I saw it, but because of his posture, which has a sense of wantonness. Some men in Muggles derive their confidence from their wallets, while the confidence of the wizarding world comes from their own strength."

Yes, in the magical world, self-confidence comes from one's own strength. You can't stand tall and raise your head just because you have money, because you may be caught while sleeping at night. Even nobles need house elves to protect their little masters and Own.

So the most important thing is to be strong enough.

Therefore, Professor Quirrell's brand-new style comes from his self-confidence, an arrogant attitude of suddenly becoming rich. It must contain an increase in strength, and we can deduce Cassandra's conclusion. .

"Oh~ look, the eldest lady of Slytherin is actually walking together with Hufflepuff's loser, behaving intimately, it is a disgrace to Slytherin."

There were unpleasant words coming from behind, which reminded Ans of Neville's toad.

Being so arrogant and speaking from a Slytherin perspective, Ans could figure out who it was without looking back.

The next Malfoy, now the arrogant platinum boy, wanted to be friends with Harry, but because of face issues, the distance between them became wider and wider.

His figure is not small, and he feels like he is stepping on Cassandra to ascend to the throne. After all, they are both Slytherins, and what they want is the right to stand at the top.

When having breakfast in the morning, it can be predicted that he must have paid the price for his arrogance last night, but now he may have seen his elite getting close to a 'trash', and his brain suddenly thought that this was someone who could attack Cassandra. With majestic steps, he left without much thought.

If old Malfoy was here, he must have hit his son on the head with his cane. When choosing a stepping stone, you must first investigate whether the other person is suitable as a stepping stone. Don't be criticized by others before you step on it. Come and step on it.

Of course, this cannot be blamed on Draco, a little boy who pretends to be mature. In the small magical world of Britain, everything he has experienced is a world that operates according to his own will, which will naturally give him a feeling of 'I am the king of the world.' the illusion.

This made him think that he took the initiative to reach out to Harry to give him face. Harry should be grateful and warmed up the stove in their home, instead of saying sarcastic remarks like before without holding hands.

Among the Slytherins in school, he should be respected because he is Malfoy, but he didn't expect that on the first night, before he had fun, he would be taught by a very beautiful senior sister.

But looking at the other person's facial features, Draco magnanimously refused to argue with the other person. After all, the other person was already in power. Just like what his father said, she had already raised the cake. At this time, he wanted to reach out with a fork. It must be not allowed.

But later, Draco got the news that the beautiful senior was actually a Muggle-born, and she was also an orphan!

This was no longer possible. As a nobleman, his blood was boiling. He felt that the honor of his family had been stepped on by a mudblood. The more Draco thought about it, the more angry he became when he saw Ans, a Hufflepuff, and Cassandra. When we walked together, the cynicism in our minds was gone.

But Draco didn't get the "heroic", "gratified" and "awakened" looks from his seniors. He only saw the banter. It felt... like when his father took him to the circus when he was a child, and everyone watched the clown show together. The same look in his eyes.

The clown... is me?

"Any advice, Malfoy?"

Looking at the hairstyle in front of him with hair glued tightly together, Ans only thought it was funny, not chic at all, and thought Draco's head was quite big.

The looks in the eyes of the seniors and sisters were so revealing that Draco's boiling aristocratic blood instantly cooled down. He looked at the 'Stepping Stone' who turned around and walked towards him with an expressionless face. Perhaps the other person's eyes were too Being too indifferent made the little boy too scared, so he took a step back.

At this time, the big guys on both sides who were not very smart thought that the boss wanted them to fight, and they didn't care about whether the other party was a senior senior. They walked over with a twitch of their brains, and they walked out of the extreme. person's posture.

But then their true nature as children was revealed - kneeling on the ground, holding hands with purple knuckles and crying.

Pansy's cleverness was revealed at this moment. After she challenged Cassandra's majesty yesterday and was slapped out of thin air, she became very cautious in dealing with this dangerous woman. In the group of four, she was relatively tall. Er and Crabbe, her brain is similar to Draco's, but because she is a woman, she is much calmer than Draco.

Being around dangerous people is definitely dangerous.

The existence of two fools also proved this, so Pansy very smartly took Draco's hand and ran away.

"I'm going to tell Professor Snape!"

Draco is the godson of Professor Snape, so he will definitely not ignore it. The beautiful girl saved the beautiful boy and even asked the professor to punish the senior.

Pansy praised herself for being smart.

He looked at the young girl running away, then looked at the fat baby crying in front of him, and sighed.

"Do you know what will happen to your fingers if you keep crying like this?"

The crying faded, and two pairs of watery little eyes looked at Ans. Although he felt a little sick, there was no noise at all.

"It will break bit by bit from the inside. If you listen carefully, you can hear the rustling sound of breaking - after that, your fingers will disappear bit by bit."

Seeing the plump chins of the fat babies trembling, tears rolling down silently, and the severe pain in the waist behind him, Ans understood that he could no longer play.

"But! If you go to Madam Pomfrey now, you will definitely be cured."

The two pairs of eyes were still looking at him with watery eyes, as if to say, 'Really? '

"real!"