Hogwarts lazy snake

Spicy spicy spicy!

Down with imperialism!

I don't want to be a slave anymore~

I hummed a little tune and walked briskly. At this moment, I felt as if I had caught a very serious cold before, but now I am cured in an instant.

When seniors from other grades and other colleges in the corridor saw this little guy jumping around, some of them were curious about what song he was singing because it sounded so catchy.

My door was invaded.

You said lady Kaka~

Horn was in a happy mood, jumping around and greeting people when he saw them.

"Hey~(＾◇^)/, I said don't be afraid of him~"

"Hi??(ˊwˋ*)??"

Some pretty senior girls in Hufflepuff clothes would even respond to this jumping little cutie.

"Oh oh oh~ oh~"

"Take out the Equality Device for All Beings~"

"We need him to kowtow to us!"

A Hufflepuff senior with long golden hair smiled curiously at another Hufflepuff next to her: "This little Slytherin snake is so unique and cute!"

"Yeah, yeah, and what language did he speak? I don't think I've heard it before, and he sang it so beautifully, that song!"

Hearing the blonde-haired Badger Sister, the other Badger Sister was originally attracted by Horn’s singing, but she noticed what the blonde-haired Crown Sister said and her appearance, and nodded in agreement: “Yes, it seems that I saw this cute little boy at the entrance to the academy the day before yesterday.”

"It's just a pity that he got into Slytherin. How could he not mind our Hufflepuff family? Do you think that hat is really broken?"

"What you said makes sense. Do you want to tell the professor?" The blonde badger thought this statement made a lot of sense.

Of course, Mr. Huo, who felt that his IQ had returned to normal, could hear these words.

"These seniors are really very discerning. But if you want to praise me, just praise me. Why are you suddenly bringing up the broken hat? Tsk."

He felt proud when he heard people praising him, but when he heard about the Sorting Hat, he remembered the request that was rejected in the principal's office, and the corners of his mouth that had just curved up suddenly drooped.

meow~

A familiar cat's meow was heard. Horn looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Mrs. Norris.

"Hi, see you again, little kitty!"

Horn looked at Mrs. Norris, who was squatting against the wall of the corridor, staring at him with her red eyes.

Meow~

"Are you hungry? Did Filch take away the jerky?"

Horn noticed that the kitten was staring at his waist, where his small space pocket was.

I guess Mrs. Norris wanted to eat some jerky because she was hungry. At the same time, I thought of Filch and was speechless.

He took out a few pieces of dried meat from the small pocket in the space and slowly placed them in front of Mrs. Loris. (Carrot's food ration is crazy -1)

Meow~Hmm~

Mrs. Loris looked at the familiar piece of jerky in front of her and wanted to lower her head to take a bite. Then, as if she had thought of something, she looked up and shouted to Horn and started eating the jerky.

Looking at Mrs. Norris's greedy look, or the polite cat-like manner of thanking her first, it was a condemnation of Filch as a cat owner.

"Are you thanking me? You're welcome, Mrs. Norris."

Gollum~

At this moment, a sound came from Horn's stomach.

Mrs. Loris's ears twitched when she heard the sound. She stopped what she was doing, looked at Horn in front of her, and then looked down at the pieces of dried meat in front of her.

She lowered her head and sniffed, as if saying her final goodbye, and pushed all the jerky except the one she had gnawed towards Horn with her little paws.

meow~

It seemed to be saying: "You are hungry too, right? Take these back and eat them."

"No, just eat. I was going to eat anyway." Horn looked at Mrs. Polite Cat Loris, who was so polite, and was instantly in awe.

As he spoke, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch Mrs. Loris, but his hand stopped in mid-air.

I was thinking whether I should touch it or not?

I was afraid that it would run away if I touched it. After all, I had only met it twice, so I had to give it some meat jerky.

Meow meow~

Mrs. Norris looked at Horn, who suddenly stopped moving, and then looked at the hand that was stretched out and suspended in mid-air.

So he moved forward and touched the outstretched hand with his furry head.

Horn felt the touch on his hand, looked at the little cat resting its head on his palm, and formally stroked Loris from the top of her head to her back.

At the same time, feeling Mrs. Norris's tangled hair and thin body, Horn was extremely angry with Ferrochi.

Without taking out his wand, he unconsciously raised his index and middle fingers and put them together while stroking, waving them to perform silent and wandless cleaning magic.

To reach the level of silent and wandless technique is not to cast magic with just thoughts, but requires certain anchor points or trigger conditions to achieve the utmost silence.

Snore~Snore~

??·??·??*?? ??

It was not known whether it was due to Horn's touch or the magic that made her feel comfortable, but Mrs. Norris let out a purring sound from her throat.

Feeling the clean and smooth hair on his hands, Horn put his hands away and said to Mrs. Norris, "Okay, you're full. Hide the remaining jerky so that Filch won't find it."

"Next time you're hungry, you can come back to see me." Horn stood up, dusted off the corner of his robe, said goodbye to Mrs. Norris, and continued to head to the restaurant. "Goodbye, Mrs. Norris!"

Meow~Meow

Before Horn left, Mrs. Norris walked to Horn's feet and rubbed against him, as if to say see you next time.

A funny figure half-emerged from the wall in a corner. Peeves looked at Horn leaving in the distance, and a trace of fear and a desire for revenge flashed in his eyes.

But in the end, the whole person shrank back into the wall and disappeared.

The corridors and aisles are gently embraced by a gorgeous sunset.

The setting sun was like a skilled painter, dyeing the corridor and the outside into a dreamy painting of orange, violet and light blue.

The breeze blew by, bringing a slight coolness and a faint scent of flowers, which made Horn's heart ache and his steps became lighter.

I don't know if anything exciting is happening in the restaurant at this moment.

In the aisle outside the restaurant, Horn saw some little wizards passing by and looking in from time to time.

(??)

There is melon to eat!

The genes of the Great Xia Dragon Kingdom suddenly awakened, and Horn used his petite body to pass through the group of little wizards at the door.

Then I saw a scene that made me stunned and angry.

In the huge restaurant, there was a group of people who attracted so much attention.

A Draco wearing a Slytherin uniform stood in front of several young wizards wearing the same Slytherin uniforms.

At the long table behind Draco, Hermione was crying on Carlotta's shoulder.

Draco's face was gloomy. He pursed his lips tightly and glared at Carlo who was smug and swearing.

Carlo's words were like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting the air, especially the word "mudblood", which made Draco's heart surge with uncontrollable anger.

"Shut up!" Draco's voice was low and powerful, interrupting Carlo's insulting words.

His eyes flashed with unprecedented firmness and determination, as if at this moment, he was no longer the Draco who often enjoyed ridicule and provocation, but a teenager with his own principles and bottom line, and Hermione was still Horn's friend, as well as his own friend.

"Why do you call her that?"

Draco's face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, and his voice was trembling slightly. It was a mixture of anger and unwillingness that was at work.

He clenched his teeth, his eyes wide open, his eyes burning with anger and deep unwillingness. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, as if he was trying his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart.

The anger stemmed from his confusion and indecision in the past few days, which made him sink into the quagmire of self-loathing; the unwillingness was because the other party was from the same pure-blood family as himself, but his behavior lacked proper cultivation and manners. He had a deep and powerful family background and profound knowledge, but he did not know how to behave properly.

At the same time, he thought of his friend Horn Nicholas, the heir who also had a profound family background, who was so kind and tolerant to everyone.

It was as if the pure-blood theory could not leave any trace on him.

"Hermione Granger, her wisdom, courage and talent far exceed yours, and she is definitely not the vulnerable 'Mudblood' you mentioned. Your ignorance and self-righteousness only make you look even more ridiculous."

"As a fellow Slytherin, I, Draco Malfoy, feel ashamed to be associated with someone like you!"

The students around cast surprised looks at him. The young wizards from all the academies other than Slytherin had never seen Slytherin refute anyone so directly and resolutely.

Carlotta, who was comforting Hermione, was also shocked to see Draco, who was usually a little arrogant and would say "my dad" from time to time, suddenly become so powerful.

Carlo was obviously shocked by this sudden counterattack. His face turned pale and blue, but he couldn't find the right words to respond.

He had just learned that Hermione was a half-blood wizard, and that she had just had an argument with him. What a coincidence that he heard this sentence in the restaurant.

"Draco Malfoy, you should know that your father, Lucius Malfoy, is also a supporter of pure-bloods. You...you...!" Carlo almost couldn't breathe because of what Draco said, and he roared in a timid manner.

Accusing your father Draco, your family is also one of the supporters of pure blood

Draco took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He knew that such a move might cause him to lose some of the support he needed and might even bring him more trouble.

At the same time, he was scolding the other party, and also scolding himself.

But he is more clear that some principles cannot be trampled upon and some dignity needs to be defended by oneself.

"Remember," Draco said finally, coldly, "everyone has something to respect, no matter where they come from."

Snap~Snap

"Okay, Xiaolong, you're right. Bullying those who are weaker than you won't win you dignity and glory, and you won't get respect from others!"

As soon as Draco finished speaking, applause broke out, and then the applause started like some mechanism, one after another, and everyone in the restaurant who was moved by Draco's words applauded.

"Oh, Horn, when did you come?" Draco saw the short, poof, petite figure standing out from the crowd.

"And thank you, Horn."

"Huh? Thank me? Thank me for what?" Horn was stunned for a moment when he heard Draco suddenly thank him.

Although Horn felt that some of his words or actions in daily life might affect the people around him, especially Draco.

But isn't this just the beginning? How come it's so powerful now?

However, Horn's attention was soon attracted by Carlo, so he drew out his wand and walked in front of Carlo.

"What do you want to do? Nicholas, I'm telling you, I've already told the professor about the flying lesson, you can't hit me!"

Carlo saw Horn, a figure shorter than himself but frightening in appearance, and he drew out the wand that cast a shadow over him. He subconsciously touched his already healed face, as if it was aching.

At the same time, he kept moving backwards, and finally he sat down on the chair at the dining table.

"Oh, I see~"

As for his companions, they dared not speak a word when they saw Horn again.

"Oh~" Horn glanced at a figure passing by the restaurant door, and said meaningfully, holding the magic wand to Carlo: "Clean it up~Scourgify."

Carlo's peaches that were stained with vegetable juice and meat sauce on the table were immediately clean.

After Horn finished performing the cleansing magic, he turned and walked towards Draco and the others, leaving Carlo and the others standing there in shock.

Of course Horn would not teach him a lesson again, after all, Draco had already made him socially dead.

Besides, it's not easy to take action in public. It's definitely not because I'm afraid of someone!

Yes, absolutely not!