Hogwarts lazy snake

At the Slytherin Table in the Hogwarts Great Hall...

"Horn, I knew you belonged in Slytherin."

Draco Malfoy, who was sitting next to Horn, spoke to Horn excitedly.

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Horn ignored Draco's words with a helpless look on his face, wondering why he came to Slytherin?

I hope the boiled egg won’t mess with me!

Horn pretended to look at a first-year student putting on the Sorting Hat and glanced at the head of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a purple turban.

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Horn seemed to have seen something? Who is that person sitting in the main seat? That white-haired old Deng just smiled at me? _(:3ゝ∠)_

Horn felt a tingling sensation in his heart, thinking that this was an illusion, an illusion, an illusion.

Horn thought so, pushed his glasses, and looked at the empty plate in front of him as if he was looking at a flower.

Then she felt that she was being too deliberate and turned back to chat with Draco.

"Xiaolong, what do you think?"

"(???.???)?????, what? You mean Slytherin? Oh, that's great."

When Draco heard Horn suddenly ask him, he started talking excitedly, but most of the time it was Draco who was talking and Horn was listening, responding from time to time.

At this moment, Horn only felt that the back of his head was moved two... three times, um, um? Three times?

He soon discovered that it was Albus Dumbledore. This was nothing, because no matter what he did outside the hall or his careless divergent thoughts during the sorting that caused the Sorting Hat to be abnormal, it was normal for the powerful White Lord to pay attention.

The other one is the Snake King Snape. Since he has some connections with the Malfoy family, it is normal for him to pay attention to him and Draco when he sees them.

The last glance was at a little girl who had just been sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat.

I turned my head and looked at the person who just sat down opposite me. He had long brown hair, a pair of long eyebrows, and big, beautiful purple eyes. It was not a pretty face, but it was not an ugly face either.

This girl's name is... what was it? Professor McGonagall seemed to have mentioned Peregrine, Carlotta Peregrine.

"Who are you? Why are you staring at Horn like that? Don't you know it's rude (?`~′?)?"

Xiaolong, who was standing by, saw the other person looking at Horn like that, and he felt jealous for some reason, so he said something like this.

Carlotta Peregrine was about to retort when she saw Draco talking about her like this. Who is this guy? He is just like a woman, talking nonsense and meddling in my affairs?

Unfortunately, before Carlotta could speak, Dumbledore, who was sitting at the first seat, stood up. As for Professor McGonagall, she had already picked up the Sorting Hat and sat at the upper teacher's seat.

"Welcome!"

"Welcome to Hogwarts to start a new school year."

Dumbledore, wearing a white crescent robe, raised his glass and said to the new teachers: "I will say a few words before the banquet begins."

"Idiot! Crybaby! Scum! Lemon."

"Thank you everyone, you can enjoy our beautiful matriculation party."

After saying this, Dumbledore drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, waved his hand, and sat down.

The moment Dumbledore sat down and waved his hand, the long tables of each branch were suddenly filled with a lot of food.

A variety of grilled steaks, pork chops, lamb chops, a family of sliced, fried, and mashed potatoes, chicken legs, pumpkin pie, creme brulee, pea sprouts, carrots, meat sauce, ketchup, salad dressing, and even a large stack of delicious-looking candies.

Horne didn't care what those four words Dumbledore said meant. They were just the characteristics of each college.

The most important thing now is the food in front of you. Although it looks greasy, it is a combination of meat and vegetables. Eat it!

Although Horn has been eating snacks since he got off the train in the evening due to physical problems, the calories are no match for staple foods.

So Horn picked up a chicken drumstick and stuffed it into his mouth, and at the same time, he also picked up a steak and put it on his plate. Although it looked like he was eating like a hussar, miraculously, no dirt got on his hands and clothes.

There was no excess sauce even on the corners of his mouth, and he would occasionally pick up the grape juice in his hand and pour it into his mouth.

Draco, who was standing by, picked up the cutlery and prepared to enjoy the meal elegantly, but was stunned when he saw Horn's appearance.

"Hey, Xiaolong, why aren't you eating? Why are you looking at me?"

After eating a few servings of staple food, Horn was 7% full. Then he slowed down and began to chew his food slowly, no longer eating Hussehai.

"Ah? No, I'll eat."

Draco came back to his senses after being called by Horn, and then he picked up the meat on the plate and put it into his mouth, chewing it, and asked curiously: "Or how do you manage to eat like this? Keep it clean?"

"Ah, you're talking about this. It doesn't matter that practice makes perfect."

Ever since Horn's magic power was rioting and his mental power was more active than his body's range of activities, causing his body to be in a state of hunger at any time, he gradually developed this habit. In fact, he would also get some soup at the beginning, but later gradually he stopped.

"OhΣ(′?Д?`)"

Draco had no expression on his face, but in his heart he was worthy of being a hermit clan member.

"Hahaヾ(′?｀.ヾ)"

Carlotta Peregrine, who was sitting opposite, looked at the conversation between Horn and the other person, as well as Horn's appearance just now, and immediately laughed.

"That golden-haired boy, I won't bother with you about what you just did."

After Carlotta finished speaking to Draco, she looked at Horn and asked, "Nicholas, don't you recognize me?"

"Hmm? I know you. Aren't you Carlotta Peregrine?" Horn had a questioning expression when he heard Carlotta's question. Finally, he said, "Hello, my name is Horn Nicholas. Nice to meet you, Miss Peregrine."

"You! Me!"

Carlotta raised a hand holding a chicken drumstick with an angry look on her face and pointed at Horn with her other hand to pull her long hair back to make it look like she had short hair. She asked Horn: "So what! Ivy!"

Ok?

"Ohoh, it's you!"

Horn looked at the boy in front of him with a boy's hairstyle and a drumstick in his left hand, looking like a man. His thoughts immediately went back to when he was 8 years old and passed the interview of an Ivy League aristocratic private elementary school with excellent grades.

In the same year, I dropped out of school and returned to the ordinary private elementary school I attended before. There was another person who dropped out of school that year, and that was Carlotta Peregrine, the person in front of me.

I was excluded by that group of people because I was a foreigner of mixed race, and Carlotta in front of me was laughed at because of her dress. Maybe that was why we became friends for a short period of time.

Although the two men had similar experiences, they handled them in different ways. Horn used his absolutely superior results to trample on that group of arrogant students and then dropped out of school.

But Carlotta beat up that group of people severely on a Friday afternoon, gave them a good beating, and then left.

I heard this from my teacher on the day I dropped out of school.

"It seems you have remembered." Carlotta saw Horn's expression and knew that he had remembered who he was, so she asked curiously: "I am from the Peregrine wizard family, which wizard family are you from?"

"Nicholas? Isn't that supposed to be a vampire family? Why are you a wizard?"

"Stop! Stop!" Horn watched Carlotta, who was training excitedly, shoot like a pea shooter and yelled to stop. He replied: "No, three generations of ancestors are ordinary people. This is not a wizard family."

"I am a magical power that was awakened by accident."

Carlotta expressed her disbelief and told him what she had seen on the Hogwarts Express, the silent spellcasting she had seen in Hogsmeade, and what she had done outside the Great Hall.

Of course Carlotta should have seen that Horn did not want to expose the fact that he could cast spells silently, but she was also wondering why he would do such a thing in Hogsmeade village, so the matter of silent justice was spoken in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and of course the little dragon next door also heard it.

So at the same time, Xiaolong looked at Horn with disbelief and expressed his agreement with Carlotta's words.

Don't even mention whether a child from an ordinary wizard family can do this series of things? Just like Horn said, you are a Muggle-born, so it is impossible for you to use it to such an extent in a short period of time.

Horn looked at their expressions and decided to forget it. He didn't want to explain anymore and just let it go. So he ignored them and let them believe it or not, and focused on the food on his plate.

Seeing this, Draco didn't say much. He seemed as if he had discovered some secret and lowered his head to eat.

But I was muttering to myself, I seemed to have heard the last name Peregrine from my father, as if it was a semi-hidden family. You even knew this family, and yet you said you were of Muggle-born, you must be kidding.

But Carrot asked Horn about some things excitedly and told him some interesting stories of his own, regardless of whether Horn was listening attentively or not.

One of the best things in life is meeting an old friend in a foreign land, at least that's what Carlotta thinks.

Uh, Horn could only respond intermittently.

"Ah—what is that…"

At this moment, a sharp shout came from the table next to them, and both Carlotta and Horn were startled by the sound.

At this time, many ghosts suddenly jumped out from all sides of the wall, on the ground, underground, on the left and on the right. They were some white translucent ghosts.

They were moving between the tables, the walls and spaces of the church, discussing something as they moved.

This was a fat monk-like ghost who passed by Horn and said: "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be..."

Then he suddenly jumped to another place. At this moment, a ghost wearing a ruffled collar suddenly jumped to his side and said to Horn: "Hey, hello. Little Slytherin!"

"My name is Sir Nicholas de Minsy-Porpington." The ghost said as he wandered around Horne: "Brave Gryffindor Harry said you are also called Nicholas? I came to see you."

"Hello, Sir Porpington, I am Horn Nicholas." Horn nodded to the ghost and introduced himself as the person he was looking for.

~(?????)~"Look, you still say you are not from a vampire family?" After seeing the ghost this time, Carlotta said to Horn with surprise.

Although Horn didn't know what the vampires and ghosts that Carrot mentioned had to do with each other, it had nothing to do with him.

"Oh, the Bloody Baron!"

But before Horn could say anything else, the ghost quickly fled away from him.

"Horn!" At this time, our little dragon sent out a signal for help in a frightened voice.

"Wow - cool!" I could hear Draco's voice, and then I heard Carlotta's shout, and I turned to look in Draco's direction.

There stood a ghost in front of Draco, with dull eyes and a haggard face, and the robe he wore was stained with silver blood. Horn thought this must be the Bloody Baron that the ghost had just mentioned.

The Bloody Baron seemed to have noticed Horn's gaze, so he looked over as well, and the man and the ghost stared at each other.

Looking at the ghost in front of him, Horn seemed to suddenly remember something. He reached into his pocket, took out a long yellow piece of paper, and prepared to wave it out to see if it would work.