[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

Sigrid concentrated on raising her wand and exhaled "Guardian Guard". A cloud of silver mist rose from the tip of the wand, converging into an unclear outline of an animal. Sigrid guessed it might be a rabbit or a weasel. Or cats.

She recently practiced the Patronus Charm with Fred whenever she had free time, because she read in a forbidden book that lovers who truly love each other can form a Patronus by practicing the Patronus Charm together.

Fred beside him also recited the Patronus Charm almost at the same time, and a silver silhouette with wings flew out, chasing each other intimately with Sigrid's uncertain Patronus in the air.

Sigrid looked up at the two patron saints and expressed her guess.

"Yours should be a little bird."

"Um...could it be a canary? Or maybe a sparrow or something..."

"It shouldn't be! I read in the book that I should be the same as your patron saint!" Fred rubbed his chin in confusion.

He was obviously thinking about the little snake protecting him when he was releasing the spell. Why did it look different from the little snake?

"If you say that, then my patron saint should be the same as yours? Doesn't this mean that we have exchanged our own patron saints?" Sigrid wondered.

"But it's good just like this. Our patron saints must be a pair. Look how close they are!" Sigrid looked at their patron saints with satisfaction.

"Yes - much closer than their master..." Fred said sourly.

"Are you blaming me for neglecting you recently?" Sigrid asked with narrowed eyes.

"I am now the prefect's boyfriend. As a family member, of course I have to give my full support!" Fred was full of desire for survival at this moment.

Fred felt like giving himself an award, if the Merlin badge would honor the family of the most outstanding prefect.

Is there anyone more magnanimous than him? How can you turn a blind eye to seeing your girlfriend having sex with a pretty boy every day?

No more, Mr. Weasley, you win!

Sigrid heard what he said and echoed seriously, "You have three prefect brothers and one prefect brother. I thought you were used to it!"

Fred, who was still immersed in self-impression:? ?

Seeing Fred who was rarely choked by herself, Sigrid smiled proudly...

But after laughing, she regretted it, because a certain offended lion had already caught the naughty little snake, stretched out his claws to scratch the soft flesh on her waist, and kept asking, "Little snake, it's so funny." Is it funny? "

Sigrid burst into tears and begged for mercy pitifully, "I was wrong, I will never laugh again! Stop scratching... I really can't bear it... Please..."

He begged for mercy intermittently and was finally blocked by the furious lion. He could only let out one or two whimpers that echoed in the empty classroom...

In the end, the serious spell practice session turned into an indescribable oral communication session on the clear water.

After waiting for half an hour, Sigrid blushed and pushed away the big lion who looked dissatisfied with desire.

I'm worried, if every practice in the future ends like this, will they really be able to learn the Patronus Charm?

The efficiency is too low!

After today's "Charms Practice Class", Sigrid refused Fred's offer to send her back to the dormitory, and the two parted ways at the top of the stairs.

From the fourth floor to the basement, Sigrid completed the transformation from a delicate little snake to a cold and charming snake flower.

As soon as I opened the door to the lounge, I happened to hear remarks about her, "She is dating a pure-blood traitor... and she is still friends with a mudblood? What qualifications does she have to be our prefect?"

Astoria Greengrass, who had her back turned to her, was sitting with several junior students. It was obvious that she was not afraid of being overheard, otherwise she would not be so open-minded in a crowded lounge.

Naila Lestrange, who was ostracized by the same grade yesterday, seemed to have come together with little Greengrass. She twirled her nose and fanned the air in front of her with her hands in disgust. "She seems to like us more than us." Those stinky weasels.”

Someone in the small team had already noticed Snake Flower coming in. He avoided her eyes, lowered his head and coughed lightly. Lestrange changed his impulsive character and quickly lowered his head with a guilty conscience.

Astoria Greengrass turned her head and greeted Snake Flower with a smile, "Good evening, prefect! Did you enjoy your date?"

Little Greengrass, who is in third grade, has grown up, and is completely different from Sigrid’s impression of the shy little Jia Biyu who followed Daphne and Pansy.

Her originally sweet and cute appearance turned into something aggressive. Her long blond hair reached her waist, with braids on both sides tied to the back of her head. Her jewel-like blue eyes and a pair of dimples when she smiled were eye-catching.

Among these juniors, he is indeed the most eye-catching one, but no matter how you look at it, little Greengrass looks like a fake that deliberately imitates "Snake Flower". Facing the real master, he is a bit dwarfed...

Of course, no blind little witch would say this to her face.

Sigrid was no longer as angry as she was in the second grade because of other people's comments behind their backs. She just raised the corners of her lips and calmly exercised her powers as a prefect. "Miss Greengrass, you formed a gang to slander your classmates. I copied the school rules three times. I I want it tomorrow.”

Ignoring the remaining junior students, he went straight to the dormitory.

"Stop, do you really think you can order me now that you are a prefect? ​​That adult has returned. Slytherin is not yours to decide." Little Greengrass didn't look convinced.

Sigrid stopped and turned to meet her gaze, "Slytherin is the Slytherin of Hogwarts, not a Slytherin belonging to someone. I don't think that adult will allow anyone to put him Against Slytherin House."

Little Greengrass paused, his arrogance suppressed...

The lounge was silent, and the sound of the door being pushed open again was very obvious.

——Draco Malfoy and his friends Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Crabbe and Goyle led the British mainland "Pure-blood faction".

Since the beginning of the school year, they have basically been busy except for classes. They are currently one of the three forces in the eyes of ordinary Slytherin students.

The other branch is headed by Volint Lestrange, and is mainly composed of direct or collateral children of the Carrow family, the Rozier family and the Selwyn family, as well as some senior seniors in the sixth and seventh grades who yearn to follow the Dark Duke. "reserve".

Of course, how could Slytherin be a wealthy and powerful family like Malfoy, Lestrange and Greengrass? Most of them are declining nobles, inconspicuous offshoots of big families, mixed-bloods, newly prosperous small families, and foreign pure-blood families like Sigrid. They form the largest "academic faction" in the Snake Academy, and "Snake Flower" ” There is no doubt that he has become a representative figure of the “academic school”.

Of course, the so-called three major forces were actually not even known by the three leading figures themselves. They were just spread among the Slytherin students, and in the end it became more and more like that.

There is no doubt that Astoria counts herself within the sphere of influence of her "fiancé" Malfoy, while little Lestrange and other classmates who just sat with her want to be introduced by her to join Malfoy's faction.

"Draco, I was just stating the facts, but Prefect Stewart punished me for copying the school rules. This is using power for personal gain." Astoria finally found the backbone and ran over to hold Draco's arm.

Draco and his companions had practiced dark magic all night, and were already exhausted. A few strands of hair were hanging down, and his handsome face looked decadent and gloomy at the moment.

He casually shook off the arm that climbed up, glanced sideways at Sigrid, who was looking at them coldly with her arms folded, and then turned to little Greengrass who was looking at him hopefully.

"Then why don't you go quickly?" Draco urged impatiently.

"You can't do this to me—" Little Greengrass' eyes widened in disbelief, and he suddenly felt humiliated, and retorted in an aggrieved low voice.

"If you don't obey the prefect's arrangements, perhaps Miss Greengrass would prefer to report to Filch." After Draco said this, he walked to the dormitory without looking back, and the small team behind him also dispersed.

Her sister Daphne patted her on the shoulder and left without saying a word. Pansy and Blaise still stayed where they were. Their eyes fell on the slapped little Greengrass as if they were watching a show, and they admired her self-righteousness. courage.

Even before they were engaged, they were already using Draco to dominate the academy, and even took the initiative to provoke his "White Moonlight".

Self-humiliation probably goes like this.

……

Sigrid glanced sympathetically at the little Greengrass who was left there, then turned around and entered the girls' dormitory. Little did she know that the seeds of hatred had already been buried in little Greengrass's heart and had taken root.

Astoria lowered her head to avoid the eyes of those around her, laughing at herself for being so naive, actually thinking that Malfoy and the others had parted ways just because they stopped interacting with Snake Flower when school started...

She hated Malfoy and didn't take her "fiancée" seriously.

She hated Daphne and only talked about sisterly love, but in her heart she was jealous that she was more favored by her parents.

She hated Stuart even more for clearly betraying Slytherin and having so many followers and admirers.

All of Astoria's hatred was finally concentrated on Stuart, and resentment and jealousy surged up and down in her chest like a tide...

The few little wizards who were following her just now had already sneaked away, and little Lestrange was shrinking her neck and preparing to leave. Astoria stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"Naila, I heard that Aunt Bella likes you very much. Can you introduce me to her?" When she said the last few words, her eyes seemed to burst with flames...

Little Lestrange felt his restrained arm burning hot, and he struggled to free himself twice as if begging for mercy. "Aunt Bella doesn't come home often. I'm really not familiar with it..."

"You will write to her tonight, right?" Astoria ignored her refusal, her sharp eyes as if she wanted to eat someone. "Introduce your new friend to her?"

……

Sigrid opened the door to the dormitory and found her roommate Suzy and her "intimate sister" Blunt having a lively conversation on the sofa. The two seemed to have endless things to say.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the two stopped communicating and focused on the door.

"Sigrid, you are finally willing to come back!"

"Good evening, prefect!"

Sigrid was used to Blount visiting her door every two days. She nodded and said hello, "Good evening. Let's talk. I'm too sleepy and want to rest."

"Then I won't disturb your rest. Good night, senior! Good night, prefect!" Blount quickly stood up awkwardly, with a guilty look on his face.

"Then come back tomorrow and you must tell me whether Elizabeth and Darcy were together in the end." Susie said goodbye reluctantly.

After the door closed, Susie stretched and sighed, "Amber is quite good at telling stories..."

"Oh..." Sigrid was seriously removing her makeup in front of the dressing table and could only say something perfunctory.

"I heard that Muggles have movie theaters, and there are actors who specialize in acting in pictures... I'm going to try it with Oliver during the holidays. Amber said that Muggle couples go there for dates, and it can especially enhance their relationship..." Susie said enthusiastically explain.

Then he encouraged Sigrid to try it too, "Are you going to try it with Fred during the Christmas vacation? Don't you also like Muggle culture?"

"I've been too busy recently...I'll think about it during the holidays." Sigrid and Fred had gone to the movies a long time ago, so the noise was just that.

I said good night to Fred and then lay in bed peacefully...

There will be a second grade spell communication course tomorrow night, and she has a lot of things to worry about...

The next night.

In Classroom 38 on the sixth floor, Sigrid was busy instructing the second-grade wizards on the "Disarming Spell".

"Mr. Nolan, the tone of your incantation is wrong."

"Miss Roald, you are holding your wand too tight."

Sigrid patrolled the second grade, occasionally giving a few words of advice.

……

After seeing that everyone could successfully cast the disarming spell regardless of the power, Sigrid finally felt better and finally completed the dean's mission.

Sigrid was about to introduce the next spell when she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her pocket.

Her heart tightened, this had never happened before.

"Kirk, please continue to supervise them in practicing the disarming spell." Sigrid handed over the remaining work to the fourth-year student who was also assigned by Professor Snape.

After leaving the classroom, Sigrid found a corner without a portrait and took out the heated "magic mirror".

Merlin knew that the "Magic Mirror" had been in his pocket for four years, but this was the first time he took the initiative to look for her...

After the mirror shone on Sigrid's face, she did not appear in the mirror as before. Instead, a cloud of mist rose up from the entire mirror.

Then it was as if a finger wrote something in the mist:

Someone has opened your note.

Sigrid returned to the dormitory, and there was no one there.

She walked straight to the bedside table where her grandmother's notes were kept and opened it.

Sure enough, the notebook was not only discovered, but also stolen...