[HP] love

At the school-opening dinner, I really saw the legendary savior.

That thin and petite appearance does not have the demeanor of a legend at all, let alone "tall and mighty".The frightened child stumbled onto the four-corner stool with an extremely stiff expression on his face. After a while, the Sorting Hat yelled loudly: "Gryffindor!" The other three houses cheered, but the Gryffindor table was especially lively, and Hill saw that the Weasley twins had stood up and applauded.

Turning his head and silently looking at his long table, Alan who was sitting next to him obviously let out a sigh, Edwin was still waiting for the dinner expressionlessly, and Draco Mal, who had just been assigned, Fu Ze looked ugly, as if he had seen something incredible.

Shaking his head in his heart, Hill felt that he was really boring, and their lives had nothing to do with him. The most important issue at the moment was how to gain the right to speak on the premise of solving food and clothing!

Naturally, the dinner ended when Principal Dumbledore went mad.For new teachers, Slytherins have the same point of view, that is, stay away from them, look at the scarf on his head, even the most humble Slytherin will look down on them!And the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor, oh, what does it matter to me?

Hill, who was full of food and drink, followed the prefect down the stairs, looking at the bare and damp wall in front of him, Hill finally had a feeling of "return".He needs to rest as soon as possible so that he can have the energy to face the new semester's courses and the part-time job as his source of life.

"The new password is—glory." Prefect Walter Bob stared at a group of freshmen coldly, "You better remember it." The stone wall opened slowly, and a group of people walked in.

Slytherin's common room is a translucent room at the bottom of the lake. The black Gothic marble shows a mysterious color, and the translucent crystal ceiling can feel the sparkling light overhead.The fireplace was burning brightly, and the lounge was extremely warm. Except for the freshmen, the Slytherins returned to their dormitories as soon as possible in a tacit understanding. They all knew that it was time for prefects and first years.

Hill knew what they were going to do, and without exception, there was such a simple welcome ceremony after the Slytherin start-of-term dinner every year, or a disarming ceremony.For the sake of Slytherin's internal unity, and the extreme thoughts of some pure-blood nobles, this ceremony is very important anyway.

Hill can still recall the scene three years ago. He stood tremblingly among a group of children, looking around with apprehension and awe at the "Slytherin Rules" embroidered on the tapestries on the walls. a little fool.

For most Slytherins, they only need to experience such a scene once. If they want to experience a second time, there are only two possibilities, one is to become a prefect, and the other is to make a major mistake.

Hill felt that neither had anything to do with him.Therefore, without any hesitation, he was almost the first one to enter the dormitory. His luggage was neatly placed by the bed, waiting for the arrival of the master. Mr. John also stayed silently on his hanging cage. Seeing Hill come in, It just tilted its head, and there was no other expression.

"Hill, my mother brought me two sets of dresses, one of which must belong to you, come and pick it out!" Allen, who was sorting things out, suddenly sent an invitation to Hill.

"I think I'm not interested in such bright colors." Hill stared at the strange two clothes in Allen's hands, and then said after a moment of silence.

"Merlin! You are only 14 years old! Could it be that your life has begun to take on a dark tone?" Looking at Hill's face, Allen exaggeratedly said, "There is no red or yellow here, that is Bright colors!"

"If I'm not mistaken, are you trying to be a Gryffindor?"

"Merlin's beard, I'm hurt!" Allen yelled exaggeratedly, covering his chest with one hand, "I dare say, if Mr. Malfoy heard your argument, he would definitely look at you with disdainful gray eyes. It's like looking at something dirty."

When Hill heard this, his heart beat a little faster, but he was still able to fight back against Alan, "So, will the beautiful green eyes of the savior Mr. Darko expects be filled with tears when he hears what you say? ?”

"..." Alan's face stiffened suddenly, "You are really unpleasant!" Finally he came to a conclusion.

Ignoring Allen's slander, Hill carefully organized his luggage. Although there were not many things, they were neat.

"Oh, what is this?" Allen saw something he was interested in, and spread it over at once, "When did you have such a pocket watch, is old Stoke drunk?" pocket watch with a curious look on his face.

"It seems to be quite valuable." Seeing that Alan was holding the pocket watch that Mr. Malfoy gave him in his hand, Hill was tidying up his movements and said as if nothing had happened.

"It's not just valuable!" Alan climbed onto Hill's bed, lay there like a leopard and said lazily, "This must be a high-end pocket watch customized by nobles. Look at the pattern and handwork. Er, you didn’t take it secretly, did you?”

"I don't have those little hobbies of yours." Hill snatched the pocket watch from Allen's hand, "Go and organize your own things, Edwin is coming to deliver the schedule soon."

Flattening his mouth, Allen looked at the pocket watch that was taken away unwillingly, and got out of bed slowly.He can have many ways to pester Hill, but for Edwin, it is better for him to be obedient.After being stared at by the paralyzed ghostly face for a few seconds, he will feel uncomfortable all over.

When Edwin walked into their bedroom, Allen and Hill had already packed up and were lying on the bed talking.

Seeing him coming in, Allen immediately asked: "Have the little snakes outside been trained? Is there anything interesting? Come and listen!"

While stuffing the timetable into the hands of the two, Edwin replied: "There is nothing else, but the young master of the Malfoy family seems to be a little..."

"What?" Not only Alan was more curious this time, but even Hill himself pricked up his ears.

"...Naive?" After thinking for a while, Edwin managed to find a word to describe it, but it didn't feel so appropriate when he said it.

"Naive?" Hill was a little surprised, "Can this word appear on Malfoy?" He could never have imagined that the honorable Lucius Malfoy could control such an adjective.

"Oh, little Mr. Malfoy is quite cute," Allen thought of something. "The young master who is deceived under the appearance of a happy family always has a side that is ignorant of the world."

"Cheated?" Hill raised his eyebrows.

"That's right! The Malfoys are a happy family who respect each other as guests! But who in the circle doesn't know how many marriages under political marriages are not superficial?" Alan curled his lips, and comfortably rolled himself up again with the quilt, "They must each have lovers..."

"Alan!" Edwin gave Alan a warning look, and he stopped talking.

Hill's heartbeat stopped for a second, and the relationship between him and Lucius Malfoy seemed to be beyond the word "lover", or "trade partner" would be more appropriate.He gave his body to make the other party happy, and Mr. Malfoy gave money to satisfy Mr. Stoke's greed. What a harmonious underground relationship!However, thinking of the scenes of going to Malfoy Manor every time, it seems that Mrs. Malfoy's traces have never appeared in the study or bedroom, which is quite in line with Alan's evaluation.

"Merlin! Why did I choose Divination again!" Staring at his schedule for a long time, Allen suddenly exclaimed, "Can I still change the schedule if I go to the professor now?"

Alan had already been abused by Professor Trelawney for a year when he was in the third grade. He never thought that he would still face the tragic life of being cursed to death every week this year.

"What did you choose?" Allen hated the fact that he had written the wrong option with a shake of his hand, and looked at the other two pitifully.

"Don't look at me, I chose ancient runes and arithmetic divination, none of them are the same as you."

Hill's speech shattered Alan's expectations in half, and his eyes turned to Edwin again, which was his only hope.

Sighing, Edwin glanced at him: "I chose the same as you, and I will pick you up for class in the future, and you are not allowed to run around!"