The Son of Light of the Snake House

"I suggest you be quiet, sweetheart." Daniel said "honey" slowly, holding Peeves struggling frantically.

"I don't think you want to be able to speak from now on, do you?"

Peeves' angry screams came to an abrupt end, and many students showed happy expressions: At least don't let him keep screaming like this, his ears are going to be deaf!

Daniel tightened the rope in his hand, dragged the stiff Peeves back, and said in a serious tone: "Now, apologize to the ladies."

"Don't think you can order me!!! I can't possibly bend..."

"If you don't need your mouth, I can help you donate it to someone in need."

"...Yes, I'm sorry..." Peeves apologized patiently and angrily. He originally planned to retaliate directly, but——has Jerome become more terrifying during the holidays?

No one could answer this question, and everyone could only watch as Daniel dragged Peeves into the auditorium door like a leaking hydrogen balloon, and then a loud discussion erupted the moment his figure disappeared.

The auditorium was as splendid as ever, and it had been decorated for the banquet of Xin Xuesi.Hundreds of candles floated above the table, illuminating gold plates and goblets.The four long college tables were already filled with chattering students.There was a fifth table at the top of the auditorium, and the staff sat one by one on one side of the table, facing their students.It's much warmer here than in the hall.

The second Daniel stepped into the auditorium, everyone couldn't help looking at him, Severus twitched his eyes, and silently turned his head away.

Daniel calmly dragged his balloon, walked towards the Slytherin table in full view, and sat directly next to the bloody Baron.

Peeves was too frightened to speak.

The bloody Barrow stared at Daniel with stiff eyes, and seemed to want to get up and sit away from Daniel.

Before he could take any action, Daniel said with a smile. He stared into Barrow's eyes: "Barrow, do you want to play hydrogen balloon?"

The bloody Baro immediately looked away, and said in a low voice, "No." He seemed to want to run away.

"Hey, don't you really want it?" Daniel then tied Peeves' rope to the bloody Barrow stool: "You want it very much when you see it, don't thank me, just take it as a way to help you recall those many times. Childhood years ago."

After speaking, Daniel got up and left without hesitation—he didn't want to sit with the bloody Baron, who looked so appetizing, Draco had already helped him choose the seat.

Bloody Barrow: mmp

Peeves: mmp

The ceiling is bewitched to look like the sky outside, it's so stormy.Black and purple clouds billowed above, and a forked bolt of lightning streaked across the ceiling as another thunderclap sounded outside.

"It's kind of beautiful." Daniel completely ignored the whispers of others, and he was admiring the ceiling himself.

Draco next to him was so hungry that he was sluggish: "Really, you also think that the first grade is too slow? I'm going to starve to death."

Daniel burst out laughing, and immediately got a glare from Draco: "It's all because you ate all the apple pie made by mother!"

"Okok, my fault." Daniel raised his hands as if surrendering, thought for a while, and found a small bag out of nowhere, let Draco spread his hands, and threw one on top.

"...What is this?" Draco carefully looked at the small plastic bag, the dark green packaging made people very appetizing.

"Potato chips. Muggle snacks." Daniel stretched out his wand and tapped the bag of potato chips with the tip of the wand, making it magnify back to its original size, before adding: "I specially brought you delicious ones."

"Really?" Draco looked at him suspiciously, finally couldn't hold back, tore open the bag, and sniffed vigorously: "It doesn't have any smell...it won't be like Bibi's multi-flavored beans, right?"

"Of course not!" Daniel patted his chest with an all-encompassing look: "Am I that kind of person?"

The words "WASABI" spelled out in letters on the dark green bag glowed eerily.

...............

The door of the auditorium opened at this time, and everyone immediately fell silent.

Professor McGonagall led a long line of first-years to the top of the hall.If the other senior students were drenched, it was nothing compared to these freshmen.They looked as if they had swam from the lake instead of a ferry.

They stood in a row along the staff desks, stopped, and faced the whole school.They were all shivering from the cold and nervous, like poor animal cubs.

"When I call someone's name, he puts his hat on his head and sits on a stool," Professor McGonagall said to the first-year students, "and when the hat announces the house, go and sit at the corresponding table."

"Stuart Ackley!"

A boy came forward and could be seen shaking from head to toe.He took the sorting hat, put it on his head, and sat on the stool.

"Ravenclaw!" the Sorting Hat yelled.

"Eleanor Branstone!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Owen Caldwell!"

"Cough cough cough cough!!!"

The sound was not quite right, it didn't sound like the Sorting Hat.

Thinking so, Harry clutched his growling belly, glanced at the Sorting Hat, and then at the long Slytherin table that was making strange noises.

There, Draco Malfoy was coughing and sneezing, tears welling from his gray eyes, as if he had been hit by a gas bomb.

Daniel was dying of laughter.

He tried hard to restrain himself from laughing too loudly, while covering his stomach and laughing back and forth.

"Daniel!" Draco roared, "This...ahem...what is this?!" It's too spicy!Choked nose again!

"Quickly do something!"

"Hahahahahaha mustard hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha'" Daniel couldn't breathe, but seeing Draco's miserable state, he quickly brought him a glass of water and took the potato chips from his hand Bag, quietly hidden.

He smiled so softly that he almost threw a glass of water on Draco's face.Draco didn't care about it with him, and quickly took a big sip of water to dilute the spicy taste in his mouth.

After a long time, he finally regained his composure, and the first thing he did was to grab Daniel by the collar and question him: "What the hell is this, you actually gave it to me!"

"It's mustard," Daniel said with a very innocent expression, "Is the oriental specialty I brought back from the supermarket—is it delicious?"

Draco heard the question and thought about it: "It's okay, a little sweet, but too spicy."

"Is that right?" Daniel narrowed his eyes like a fox, and scanned his classmates: "Do you want to try it?"

The author has something to say:

I don't dare to eat mustard myself hahahahaha, it's bitter for Draco.

This chapter is the return of the wicked man to his old business.

Today, when I lost the fight against the king, I was scolded by the jungler and my friends. As a result, that person even harassed my family.Sisters, when you meet this kind of person, don’t get entangled with them, scold them hard, be reasonable and be serious, as long as you are more rational than him, you won’t be angry. First in the group participation rate, this jungler scolds me hard and can't stand it.)

感谢在2021-04-0501:29:06~2021-04-0700:27:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of floating life like a dream;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!