Slytherin common room.
"He's finished."
"That stupid big guy with only muscles is dead this time."
Under the fluorescent green dim light, Malfoy told the first-year classmates around him what happened in Potions class today: "As you know, Professor Snape is my father's best friend. I was with him before coming to Hogwarts..."
Malfoy started his "showing off his father" routine again.
Then he lowered his voice and tried to make his tone as sinister as possible: "Professor Snape will teach him a lesson, punish him, and then drive him out of Slytherin and Hogwarts."
"Hehe, this has nothing to do with me. It was Professor Snape who did it."
"I just..."
Malfoy talked smugly about his plan, as if he had already seen the scene where Dudley was kicked out.
"My father said that Slytherin is a place where only noble blood can stay..."
It’s the cliché theory of blood again.
Malfoy was immersed in his own world and did not notice the drastic changes in the expressions of the little wizards around him. He did not even notice that Pansy was winking at him frequently and that Goyle and Crabbe had pale lips and were trembling.
until...
"It's not a gentleman to speak ill of someone behind their back. Of course... there is no one in England who can truly be called a gentleman."
"Mr. Drago, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. I won't be leaving Hogwarts for a short time."
A voice that made Malfoy's hair stand on end came from behind. At that moment, Malfoy felt his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into an icy hell, like a drake being strangled by the throat. The voice suddenly stopped.
A big hand fell from the sky and pressed on Malfoy's head. Then he felt his scalp tighten and his whole body was lifted up with one hand.
Dudley really didn't understand what some wizards' so-called blood theory was worth showing off.
In his impression, only pets emphasize bloodlines, and only pets emphasize purebreds.
By the way, Malfoy, who claims to have pure blood, has platinum blond hair, but the Weasleys, who are looked down upon by them, have red hair. What does red hair mean in England?
If you have studied a little bit of English history, you will definitely know.
The aborigines of the European continent are called Celts, and the symbol of Celtic ancestry is red hair. In other words, the Weasley family has Celtic ancestry. If we trace the origin, the Weasley family is better than the ones present. Any pure blood is purer.
As for blond hair, it can be a descendant of Germanic people or a descendant of Vikings.
As we all know, the Vikings were a band of bandits.
So...even if we trace the roots, Malfoy has nothing to praise.
"I think we should have a chat."
"Before I lose all my patience."
Dudley lifted Malfoy very roughly and walked towards the Slytherin lounge with huge steps.
Isn't this just an excuse to deal with Malfoy?
"No! You can't do that!" Malfoy shouted in horror.
He struggled hard to kick Dudley and waved his fists to try and get free, but it was of no use.
It's so funny that his short hands and legs can't even touch Dudley.
The other Slytherins just watched Dudley carrying Malfoy away. No one in the huge lounge dared to step forward to stop him, including Malfoy's two guardians. I fainted in an instant, and I don't know whether it was true or false.
"No one can help you, your character is really bad, brother... Tsk, I thought you could make me happy today."
Dudley's words caused the expressions of the young Slytherin wizards around him to change drastically. They quickly retreated like the god of plague. A no-man's land appeared with Dudley at the center. Even Crabbe and Goyle, who were unconscious on the ground, had expressions on their faces. A few points were lost.
In fact, Malfoy's reputation among Slytherins had subtly changed since that night on the first day of school.
You Malfoy is great, you Malfoy is noble, but you let us get beaten.
Didn't you say anything afterward?
Even the good guys are made by the Carlo family.
In the final analysis, Mr. Drago is too young and doesn’t understand the ways of the world.
"please wait a while..."
It's not like there's no one, at least there's one, right?
"Well? What do you think of my approach, Miss Parkinson?"
Dudley slowly turned his head and stared at Pansy with a pair of copper bell-sized eyes.
Guess how long this girl will cry if she is punched by him?
At that moment, Pansy felt like she was being targeted by a ferocious beast. Even though the other party didn't do anything, her breathing stopped.
"I mean, you're probably hungry, how about a cup of black tea and some dessert?"
Miss Parkinson said very sincerely.
What Malfoy? None of her business.
"You don't want sugar for black tea. Please prepare some biscuits. I'm a little hungry."
He happened to be a little hungry, and since someone wanted to invite him to dinner, it would be disrespectful to refuse.
"I'll come back and drink it in a while, before the black tea cools down, thank you."
As he spoke, he continued to carry Malfoy towards the room deep in the lounge. The Slytherin wizards watched the two leave.
"He shouldn't have eaten Draco, right?"
Pansy murmured as she watched the two people leave.
It's a pity that no one in Slytherin can answer her.
When the two of them disappeared from sight, the two fat guys who were originally lying jumped up from the ground as if their buttocks were on fire.
Obviously, these two guys were just pretending.
"I want to tell my dad..."
Seeing that force was useless, Malfoy could only try to borrow his father's name.
After all, he is a well-known father's boy. The key is that his father's name is usually very useful.
"If I were you, I wouldn't."
Dudley held Malfoy very roughly, without caring about the other person's feelings.
Malfoy felt like his scalp was about to be ripped off by the other party. It hurt, but there was nothing he could do.
Dudley walked all the way inward, walked to the depths of the Slytherin lounge, found a room, 'gently' pushed the door open, and then closed it.
The room was larger than expected, with a large table in the middle.
What a coincidence, it happened to be the place where the Slytherin seniors gathered before.
Because it was a basement, there was only a little dim light in the whole room without lights.
Throwing Malfoy aside like a little chicken, Dudley slowly leaned down and looked at him condescendingly: "Hey, young man, there are only two of us left now. No matter what I do to you, it won't matter." People know.”
Especially the emphasis is placed on the words "no one knows".
Dudley's sinister words made Malfoy's hair stand on end, and a deep chill spread throughout his body.
