HP: Hogwarts, but pro-generation

In the Slytherin common room, Regulus was sitting on the sofa.

As a member of the Black family, he was never short of flatterers around him.

Not to mention that his cousin Narcissa Black and her fiancé Lucius Malfoy hadn't graduated yet, and many people who tried to befriend Black and Malfoy would try to befriend Regulus.

To them, dealing with a little first-grade kid was a piece of cake.

"Blake."

Regulus did not look up when he heard this. Not everyone was worthy of his socializing, and the owner of the voice was not from any family he was familiar with. He knew what they were planning without having to guess.

Regulus read his book slowly. Sometimes he really thought that reading was much better than socializing with those people. Usually at such times, he envied Sirius very much.

But the person who obviously wanted to talk to him didn't think anything of it. Seeing that Regulus had no intention of paying attention to him, the man didn't get discouraged. He first walked around in front of Regulus and then sat next to him, leaning forward to read the book in Regulus' hand.

Regulus was a little impatient from the moment he was inexplicably interrupted by someone shouting at him while he was reading. He didn't expect that his silent attitude would only lead to the other party becoming even more aggressive.

From Regulus's perspective, a pair of legs suddenly appeared in front of him, and then the sofa next to him sank a little. That was fine, but was it too much to stick to his body and want to read his book...

Regulus rolled his eyes quietly, moved to the side inconspicuously, and looked over the man's shoulder. It was a person with brown hair.

After cursing himself in his heart, Regulus had to admit that he still spoke to the other party, even if he only replied coldly: "What's the matter?"

A simple sentence brought the other party's emotions to a high level, and Regulus regretted it even more. When he turned to leave, he heard a voice behind him: "You don't have a good relationship with that Black, right? I'm talking about the one from Gryffindor."

His original intention was to attract Regulus' attention, but when he was met with Regulus' emotionless glance, he retreated a little.

The man's eyes flickered and he continued, "I'm Kunk."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to Regulus to shake hands with him. However, he had not yet come out of his previous emotions, and Quinke, who pretended to be calm, did not notice that his hands were still shaking slightly.

Regulus took a step back to avoid the other's outstretched hand. He said in an emotionless tone: "Quink, which one?"

For Quink, who always claimed to be a pure-blood, Regulus' words greatly hurt his self-esteem. The fear he had originally felt from Regulus's eyes disappeared completely, and now his mind was filled with anger for being ignored and then severely despised by Regulus.

But his anger came a little early, because Regulus said again: "You don't need to talk about the affairs of the Black family."

After saying this, Regulus finally walked back to the dormitory, leaving Kunk alone standing there, clenching his fists, unclenching and unclenching them again, as if he could beat Regulus up in this way.

There were not many people in the common room. Several senior students did not want to get involved in the fighting between the younger children. They thought that Quink was overestimating his own abilities and wanted to intimidate Black. The younger wizards thought the same way.

Kunk felt extremely embarrassed now. He didn't dare to glare at everyone openly - even though he heard some people chuckle, it was Greengrass.

Kunk glanced at Christian Greengrass out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Severus Snape was standing not far from him.

A half-blood, Kunkle walked up to Snape with a mocking smile. He pushed his shoulder hard, snatched the book from Snape's hand and shouted, "Potions? Do you and your Gryffindor friend like potions so much?"

"Shut up!" Snape glared at Quink, and he felt a fire burning in his heart.

Snape doesn't care what Quink says about him. There is basically no one in the entire Slytherin that Quink likes. I really don't know where his confidence comes from.

But once Lily was involved, the situation became very different.

He took out his wand and pointed it at Quink, with the spells he had learned surging in his mind. Unfortunately, he found that he had no reserves of offensive spells.

The moment Quink saw Snape take out his wand, his heart suddenly sank. After seeing that Snape was slow to speak, he relaxed and played with the book he had snatched from Snape, flipping through it randomly. "Priest's Primer on Potions?"

After a few seconds, Kunk figured out who lent the book to Snape. He put away his casual look and said with some surprise, "Hopps gave it to you? Which Hopps?"

Quink had no interest in potions, or in any courses at all. The most he did was to deal with and build good relationships with some pure-bloods. Naturally, he did not take the book in his hand seriously. He threw the book upwards, and when Snape reached out to take it, he grabbed it before Snape, still talking.

"Is it that Andrick or Sylvia? You dare to lend the family books to outsiders casually. You are such an idiot. It seems that you have a good relationship with them. I really don't understand why a pure-blood would play with you. Forget it, you are a Gryffindor after all. It's not the first time you have done something stupid."

Just as he was about to humiliate her again, he heard a familiar voice behind him: "Enough."

"Greengrass, why should I..."

Christian Greengrass's wand tip was emitting sparks. He ignored what Quinke had not finished saying and went a step further, saying, "Slytherin does not need people like you to comment on it. Mind your own business."

Greengrass's words were very tactful, and his threats did not seem to have much lethality, but Kunk just obeyed. He threw the book on the table, quickly glanced at the two people in front of him, and left the common room.