CH51: Draco, be happy
"No... it's nothing," Snape said dryly. With a wave of his hand, the glass shards and wine splashed on the table quickly disappeared.
Felix keenly noticed that Harry's expression twitched, and then he put his hand on the scar.
Harry turned his head and looked over.
Several people in the row—Snape, Felix, and Hagrid—were all looking at him.
There was also Professor Quirrell with his back turned to him.
Hagrid waved to him and said hello with a smile.
"Strange..." Harry covered his forehead, feeling something was wrong. His scars rarely hurt. What was the reason this time?
Not long after, the sorting ceremony came to an end.
Dumbledore also stood up. He looked at the students with a smile and stretched out his arms to them: "Welcome! Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts to start the new school year!
Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: Nitwit ! Blubber ! Oddment ! Tweak ! Thank you, everyone!"
After saying that, he bowed slightly politely and then sat down. The audience burst into warm applause.
To be precise, it was Gryffindor's applause that made up for Slytherin's sparse polite clapping.
"My father said early on that he was crazy." Draco sat opposite Harry and said to Goyle.
After saying that, he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Harry again and snorted uncomfortably.
Harry sighed helplessly, not caring. He cared more about the upcoming dinner than this. He had only bought some snacks on the train at noon.
Just as he was thinking about it, and suddenly just in the blink of an eye, the plates in front of him were filled with food.
On Felix's side, looking at what suddenly appeared on the dining table, he was not polite. He first poured himself a full glass of beer, then clinked glasses with Hagrid and started feasting.
After drinking and eating, as the various desserts on the table disappeared, Dumbledore stood up with some unfinished thoughts: "Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough, I want to say something more.
First, let me introduce to you the changes in faculty and staff this semester. Our former Muggle Studies teacher, Professor Quirinus Quirrell, decided to come back after a year's break as the future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor! "
The whole hall burst into applause again.
Then, Dumbledore raised his palm again, faced Felix, and introduced: "This person is the second administrator of the Hogwarts Library, an alternative pioneer of transfiguration—Mr. Felix Peregrine! "
"Ahem..." Felix was choked. He didn't expect Dumbledore to actually put this sentence into it so bluntly.
He was even afraid that some people didn't know what animagus was, so he directly switched to transformation.
After speaking, Dumbledore also deliberately reminded: "You must be careful, the cat's ears and eyes are not inferior to Mrs. Pince!"
Malfoy chuckled below and whispered: "It's really strange to see him holding that head."
Harry looked at Malfoy, raised his eyebrows slightly, and then said slowly: "Draco, you really should show respect to Mr. Peregrine."
Draco's face suddenly fell, and he looked at Harry with an unhappy expression: "Potter, what do you want to say?"
"You do seem to have bad ears." Harry leaned forward slightly: "I say, you really should show respect to Mr. Peregrine! After all, even your father can't call him Mr. Peregrine, so for what reasons would you have the right not to respect him?"
"What on earth are you talking about?"
Harry looked at Draco seriously: "After all... your father can only call him [Captain]! Haven't you remembered yet?"
Draco looked at Harry, and then at the man at the guest table nervously, and then his eyes kept crossing between the two. Gradually, the figure of Felix at the guest table and the figure outside the robe shop that day gradually overlapped. .
"Then...so what, my father is one of the board governors. I will ask my father to fire him tomorrow!"
His voice was trembling a little, and Felix's impression on him was too profound. It was the only time since he was born that he saw his father being completely suppressed in both aura and words.
The unmatched tall image of his father in his mind was completely shattered.
"If you can do it, go ahead and try it." Harry said, noting that he didn't think Draco's father could do it at all.
Uncle Felix taught him a truth that he had not understood before, a truth that is very applicable in the wizarding world.
Power is the capital of conversation!
He did not think that the so-called school board governors could interfere at will in the employment decisions of Dumbledore, the second most powerful wizard in the world.
"But until then, don't let me hear any teasing about Mr. Peregrine, Draco." Harry declared very seriously.
Draco's pale face turned purple: "Okay, Okay, very good!"
"Next, I would like to raise some points for everyone to pay attention to." Dumbledore's words interrupted the discussion below. He stood above and said loudly: "Freshmen are not allowed to go... Also, the caretaker, Mr. Filch also asked me to remind everyone..."
After listening for a long time, Felix leaned on his seat and felt a little pain in his buttocks. Just when he thought the long speech was about to end, the old guy suddenly said seriously:
"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and have a painful death, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor!"
--Um? !
Felix looked at Dumbledore doubtfully and felt a sense of dissonance as he looked at his serious expression.
Why is he stressing like this for no reason? What bad stuff is this guy hiding back? !
Well, he didn't really care. After singing the school song dryly, he immediately chose to run away.
"Mr. Peregrine, don't forget to bring the tools to repair the classics," Pince shouted. She couldn't wait. During this period of time, she has collected and sorted out a number of damaged books, which will be Felix's main work in the future.
Not much.
Probably...a few hundred copies.
On the other side, Harry followed the prefect towards the lounge. Their male prefect was named Rayden Hewitt.
His silver-green Slytherin tie was tied neatly around his throat, his hair was meticulously combed back, and he wore a green snake emblem on his chest.
On the way to the underground passage, he put his arm around Harry's shoulders familiarly: "Harry Potter, Slytherin welcomes you. I am the prefect of Slytherin. If you want anything, welcome." Come to me anytime."
As he spoke, he puffed out his chest, and Harry noticed that there was a prefect badge next to the snake emblem.
"Um...thank you." Harry nodded awkwardly. He was not used to such obvious special treatment.
So much so that he forgot all about the prefect's subsequent boastful chatter.
Not long after, they arrived at the door of Slytherin's lounge, in front of an empty, damp stone wall in the underground corridor.
Rayden Hewitt finally stopped pestering Harry and turned to look at all the little wizards: "I will only say this once, remember our password!"
After that, he pointed at the
stone wall and said to himself: "Pure blood supreme!"
The next moment, a stone door hidden in the stone wall slowly opened. Raiden strode into it, and the other little wizards also filed in.
Harry stood there, a little dazed.
"Pure blood supreme..."
He looked at the expressions on the faces of the wizards passing by, and his heart trembled a little.
Why...do they seem to find this... normal ?!