The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Oh, Hagrid, you probably don't want to tell us, you must know. What happened in Hogwarts, which one can escape your eyes." Hermione flattered , making Hagrid laugh so hard that his beard twitched. "Actually, we just want to know who designed those organs." Hermione continued, "We want to know who else Dumbledore believes can help him besides you."

Hearing these last words, Hagrid puffed out his chest.Harry and Ron smiled approvingly at Hermione.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you - he borrowed Fluffy from me - and then asked some other teachers to cast a spell...Professor Sprout--Professor Flitwick--Professor McGonagall --" He pointed with his fingers, "Professor Quirrell -- of course, Dumbledore himself cast magic. Wait a minute, I forgot one more person. Oh, yes, it's Professor Snape."

"Snape"

"Yeah - are you still doubting him, well look, Snape also helped to protect the Philosopher's Stone, he won't steal it."

……

"...You bloody idiot! Can you take action?"

"Yes...sorry...Master...but-but I..."

"..."

Draco hid in the corner beside him, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, he could hardly believe what he heard.

That cowardly, incompetent, cowardly, and incomprehensible Professor Quirrell really has two faces? ? ?

Although the distance is not very close, and Quirrell's voice seems to be consciously lowered, Draco can't hear it too clearly, but he is not the kind of stupid child, but this little information is enough for him to analyze Something...like "mylord" which was almost a specific title many years ago.

Draco tried his best to keep his steady breathing, and tiptoed out, focusing all his energy on Quirrell on the other side.It wasn't until Quirrell's voice was so blurred that he couldn't hear him that he ran up - this kind of news must be told to Daniel in time!

Not long after his figure disappeared, a person walked slowly around the corner.He seemed extremely exhausted, and while straightening the heavy turban on his head, he walked outside.

He seemed to have stepped on something.The thing rubbed against the solid wood floor making a slight sound.He paused, squatted down, picked up the thing with two fingers, and observed it in front of his eyes.

Under the light of the huge chandelier in the corridor, on the dark green metal plate inlaid with gold-rimmed shields, there is a vivid silver snake that is staring at the person in front of it with its emerald green gemstone eyes.

"...Slytherin."

The sound fell to the ground lightly, almost no one heard it.

……

In two days, it was another Tuesday.This afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class is in the classroom on the second floor, and Slytherin and Hufflepuff are in it together.

"Today...today I-we're talking about...suck--"

"Professor, let's talk about the troll!" The sudden voice interrupted Professor Quirrell's stuttering.

The whole classroom looked over - it was Draco.He was arrogant, with his head raised, looking provocative.

But because he often does this, everyone just watched the excitement.

"But... but -- today we should... talk about... vampires..." Professor Quirrell retorted palely, but his weak and powerless appearance was really lacking in majesty.

"We already know how to deal with vampires--" Draco said confidently, with a nasty smile on his face: "Didn't the professor already perform it for us?"

Crabbe and Goyle sitting behind him immediately burst out laughing, like two balloons with a leak.

"What do you need to deal with vampires?" Draco asked pretendingly, and immediately asked himself: "Garlic necklace, huge hood and - a stuttering spell!"

All the students in the classroom burst into laughter, and everyone's laughter almost broke the roof of the entire classroom.The classroom immediately became a sea of ​​joy.

Professor Quirrell's face became even paler. He muttered, trying to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He could only stand on the podium in a daze. The teacher asked the students who stood up and asked.

"……All right."

Daniel, who was sitting next to Draco, called Draco in time.

"Don't disrupt Professor Quirrell's teaching plan." Daniel's face was taken for granted, but his tone and eyes were full of pampering. Coupled with the bright sunlight shining in through the curtains, it was like a painting carefully modified by a painter. General oil paintings.

Draco sat down obediently, and did not continue to mock, so the other Slytherins also fell silent, and the classroom returned to its proper calm, but Professor Quirrell still looked frightened.

"Draco is just too naughty, the professor shouldn't care about children, right?" Daniel was still smiling, but there was something in his words.He continued:

"Professor, please continue the lecture."

"...Of course! Jerome..."

Professor Quirrell stood still, and then looked at Daniel as if he had reacted, and immediately looked away when he met his gaze, and began to lecture with his head down in embarrassment, preventing others from seeing him clearly. expression.

His pupils contracted a lot and trembled slightly, his voice was still so stuttering that the audience couldn't breathe, but it just happened to hide what Quirrell saw.

Jerome's left chest, where the Academy coat of arms used to hang, was empty.

……

"Draco, you know what?"

"……what?"

"Sometimes, blindly trying to hide is useless. A king of a certain country once said: 'A lie that is truly impossible to see through is the coexistence of truth and falsehood.'"

"so……"

"Next, it's time to deceive the smart people who think they are smart."

Daniel smiled, reached out and took off the Slytherin badge on his left chest, and pinned it gently on Draco's chest. He even took two steps back to appreciate it, and adjusted the angle of the badge.

"When the audience files into the theater of their dreams, the show begins."

The author has something to say:

Motiphera King Andre of a certain country: Yes, that's right, that's what I said.Daniel is happy.

Daniel wouldn't let Draco put himself in danger, so he did it himself!And also easy to control.Draco's behavior was also a bit more excessive than usual, after all, at this time, he wanted to anger Quirrell and let Quirrell reveal his secrets.

Slytherin's class was written by me casually 5555 Don't verify me, it's different from mine because the class schedule has been updated (?)