[HP] Snake

Not long after the breakfast was over, it was the first class for freshmen, Professor McGonagall's transfiguration.

To be honest, Professor McGonagall is a fairly good professor in the classroom.First of all, relying on the Animagus gave the freshmen a good start and aroused the students' interest in Transfiguration.Secondly, the standard operation demonstration and appropriate thinking guidance enable most students to slowly and successfully make the first transformation in their lives.Finally, the fair bonus policy creates competition among students and stimulates students' desire to learn.

However, this is for normal students.

Most of the Gryffindors who took this lesson with Slytherin were clearly not among them.

There are nearly 20 Gryffindor freshmen this year, almost three times the number of Slytherins.And obviously, the advantage of the number of people makes some Gryffindor idiots who have no brains choose to forget my warning before breakfast.

After Professor McGonagall finished the demonstration and explanation, I almost immediately turned the match issued to me into a silver needle, a very Slytherin-style silver needle with a hidden snake-shaped dark pattern.Professor McGonagall gave me [-] points for Slytherin after giving me a mixed look of approval and concern.

This obviously caused some dumb, uncoordinated Gryffindor idiots to resent, and the resentment escalated to something almost unbearable after Draco quickly succeeded and also scored five points for Slytherin To the point that even a Gryffindor girl with messy long brown hair added five points to Gryffindor almost at the same time.

Among them, a red-haired boy in Gryffindor is a typical example.He soon began to glance at the successful Slytherins with a mixture of envy and contempt, and quietly and unabashedly denigrated us, and even Slytherins.Apparently, the voice was one of the chattering discussants before breakfast.

then what?

Oh yes, he was instantly ostracized from Hogwarts.Just like that, they flew out of the classroom, out of the castle, over the lake, and out of Hogwarts territory.I'm pretty sure he'll fall back to the ground in a very, very unsightly manner, possibly breaking any one or more parts of his body that might break.

There was chaos in the classroom, and the Gryffindor students were obviously petrified. They didn't dare to say any taboo words anymore, and stared at me with extremely terrified eyes, afraid that they would be the next one.Of course, the Slytherins were also a little surprised, but they quickly covered up their gaffe.

"Mr. Slytherin, what's going on?" Professor McGonagall looked down at me with a stern expression mixed with anxiety, but fortunately, her tone was not as unpleasant as her eyes and posture.

"Oh, Professor, apparently he's just been kicked out of Hogwarts for insulting Slytherin with an indecent term. I warned everyone before breakfast this morning, didn't I?" I lazily Leaning back on Bryce's desk behind him, he answered naturally.

"I think Mr. Ron Weasley didn't mean it. Maybe you can get him back first and ask him to apologize for the mistakes he made."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor. But, it's impossible." With a cold smirk, he spoke in a very determined tone.

"Mr. Slytherin!" She was clearly beginning to rage, a cranky Gryffindor indeed.

"Oh, professor, if I get him back, then what did I say this morning? Even if you are only a Gryffindor, please keep in mind the glory of Slytherin, It will never be profaned by anyone!" Standing up slowly, with both hands propped on the corner of the table, the whole person leaned forward to look at her with a fierce pressure, and every word and every word showed sharp anger and unparalleled pride.

She was almost kneeling on the ground, looking at me in horror, her mouth opened and closed, but she couldn't speak a single syllable.

Soon, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the class ended with all the Slytherins finishing, only one Gryffindor finishing, and the professor lost the ability or the courage to continue the lecture.

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At lunch, Dumbledore arrived late, with that trademark benevolent smile, and walked straight to my seat at the head of the Slytherin table, under the surprised eyes of almost everyone.

"Mr. Principal, if I understand correctly, let me assume that you have something to do with me?" Gracefully put down the black tea in her hand, picked up the napkin at the foot of the table, and gently stamped it on the corner of her lips before opening her mouth slowly.

"Oh yes, my dear boy—"

"Shut up!" I sternly stopped him, and glared at him fiercely, the overwhelming pressure was on him alone, "You don't have the right to call me that, Albus Dumbledore !"

Seeing him knelt down on the ground with a pale face, an indescribable pleasure suddenly rose in my heart, and this pleasure was even added to the panicked whispers of the surrounding people.

Withdrawing the magic pressure and turning around, the action of cutting the steak in his hands did not stop at all. The fresh and tender steak was cut into small pieces and stuffed into his mouth. The taste was quite good.

"Ha...cough cough...Mr. Slytherin..." He stood up slowly, his complexion improved, but the cold sweat continued to slide down his forehead.

I ignored him, tasted the remaining steak, ham and fried potatoes, put down the knife and fork, and took the napkin again to imprint the corners of my lips, before looking sideways at him.

"Ah, Mr. Principal, I think you can forgive me for my little habit of 'eating and sleeping without talking'?" I raised my eyebrows, making no secret of my apologies.

"Oh... oh, of course, then, Mr. Slytherin, maybe I can invite you to the office for a chat?" He recovered quickly, and smiled lovingly again, even if his old face was still a little stiff.

"Yes, of course, this is my honor. Then, all of you Slytherins, please move freely according to your own needs after the meal together. I assume that you can control all your schedules?" Dumbledore answered with a smile. Lido's invitation, and turned to the Slytherin table.

"Yes, Chief!" responded in perfect unison.

"Very good." Nodding in satisfaction, he got up and walked towards the door of the restaurant. After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at Dumbledore who was still standing there, "Mr. Principal, I hope you don't waste my time. You know, time is very precious."

"Oh... oh, okay, let's go."

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"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...Harry...you...how could you—" Without any password, the stone statue that can recognize my magic power fluctuations opened when I released a little magic power The door of the principal's office, and at the same time, the sharp and piercing cry of the Sorting Hat also came.

"Shut up! Otherwise, you will never be able to speak!"

"Hmm—" it immediately shut its mouth tightly, swung its clumsy cap body to escape from its original position, and hid in the cabinet.

"It seems that Mr. Slytherin is very familiar with the Sorting Hat." Dumbledore also followed in, and sat on the chair behind the desk very naturally, smiling but also meaningfully said.

"Indeed, it's obviously a lot crazier than it was a thousand years ago, and it's also a lot uglier." Waving his hands behind him, he transformed himself into a soft dark green sofa, leaned back on the sofa, and responded lazily.

"Thousands of years ago...you mean...you—" He was obviously very surprised, so maybe I can believe that Professor Snape didn't report our conversation yesterday to him, at least not all of it.

"Oh, don't be so surprised, it's just a small and insignificant time travel, you know, magic is amazing and great, isn't it?"

"Time travel...you...well, I get it." He obviously saw that I didn't want to talk about it, so he ended the topic with a rather dejected expression.

"I think, Mr. Principal didn't invite me to the principal's office just for my adventure?"

"Yes, of course, I want to chat with you about the transformation class this morning." He once again showed his tenacious nerve repair ability, and soon opened his mouth again with a smile, and even blinked in disgust Blinking the blue eyes behind his glasses.

"please say."

"Oh, Professor McGonagall is a well-known excellent professor of transfiguration, and she is also a registered Animagus, you know, Animagus is not a simple transfiguration technique, then—"

Raising his right hand, a dark green light appeared on the tip of the outstretched index finger, and an extremely dangerous aura instantly enveloped the person opposite, forcing him to stop the endless "chatting".

"Oh, of course, Professor McGonagall is a pretty good professor. However, I don't want to waste any more time here, maybe, you can just talk about the key points?"

"Oh oh oh... yes... yes... I want to talk to you about Mr. Ron Weasley who was rejected by Hogwarts today!"

"Okay." He retracted his right hand, folded his hands between his lower abdomen, and smiled with his lips drawn.

"I hope that you can give Mr. Weasley another chance to return to Hogwarts. Even if he is a little impulsive, I hope you can read it when he is still young and ignorant. One chance." He obviously didn't want to provoke me again, didn't beat around the bush, didn't try to defend that Ron Weasledo.

"Give him another chance? So, where do you put my Slytherin's dignity? And what guarantee do you have that he won't make this unforgivable mistake again?" Compared to before , my tone is quite calm.

Dumbledore fell silent, the portraits on the wall had already escaped here, and the room was quiet...