Hogwarts’s Affectionate and Righteous Slytherin

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Slytherin underground common room.

After saying goodbye to Greengrass, Regis returned to his bedroom.

"Girls are really annoying." Anthony sighed helplessly when he saw him coming in with a small well-packaged box in his hand, as if he was the one who was annoying.

Reggie smiled, walked to the table, and poured out all the gifts in his pocket.

Now Anthony, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't help but lean over to him to take a closer look.

"Oh, I gave the first gift!" Anthony shook his long hair proudly, as if he was sure that this gift would satisfy his good brother.

A dry human hand, the head with distinct joints is only covered with a thin layer of skin, it looks like the hand of an old man in the twilight, and it is lifelike and terrifying.

Reggie raised her brows and reached out to hold the dry, severed hand.

"Shu"

The dry hand like a work of art suddenly tightened, tightly holding the owner of the other hand.

Anthony, on the other hand, has been watching Reggie's reaction with some excitement.

Rao was already mentally prepared, but Ridge was still taken aback, but he didn't show it on the face.

Anthony pouted, a little disappointed.

"The Hand of Glory is a dark magic artifact. It is a withered human hand, and when a candle is inserted, only the person holding it can see the light of the candle. The light can even penetrate Peruvian stealth smoke bombs. Darkness, which most glowing spells can't do."

"Wow..." Anthony didn't know what to say, "Well, to be honest, it's strange that I didn't feel too surprised."

"Thank you, I have a hunch that it will help me a lot in the future." Regis sincerely thanked.

This hand came in handy when the Death Eaters invaded Hogwarts more than 20 years later, but now it was given to it by Anthony by coincidence. He looked at the dry hands on the table. Hand, this is obviously another highly alchemy item.

The next gift came from Amelia, she gave a very useless "How to Get Your Curse Lesson", flipped through a few pages at random and put it aside, what should I say, this book At least remind him not to forget studies and exams in the joy?

If Amelia paid him a little attention, she would know that he was Professor Flitwick's most admired student right now.

By the way, he never got a result other than O in his Charms class.

It could also be that Amelia was forced to attend his birthday party only because of Lily's invitation. Regis was more inclined to this guess, after all, he had hardly dealt with her.

And Marlene McKinnon's gift was "The Quidditch Teams of Great Britain and Ireland", and after opening James's gift, he found out that they were both giving the same copy, really - no surprise Woolen cloth.

But one more copy is not a bad thing.

Remus's gift is a magical fairy tale book about plants. Although it is a bit naive, it records the knowledge of plants in great detail. It should not be very bad when used as a review material.

Mary and Peter sadly belonged to the group who forgot her birthday, and they gave away two chocolates.

It can be seen that it is really "careful".

Midsummer is parting.

The approaching summer vacation and the exams that are almost over in the blink of an eye make the campus full of a cozy and relaxing atmosphere.

Black Lake has also changed from a secluded place that no one cares about to a good place to escape the summer.

The students of the four academies, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, wore light clothes to play by the Black Lake. enjoying the sun.

"What are you going to do in the summer vacation?" is another question that is asked every year, but Peter just likes to ask a question many times and never gets bored.

"Quidditch one—" James laughed and said a word.

"World Cup!" Sirius added seamlessly, the two of them whistled and clapped happily.

"By the way, hasn't Royston Edwind resigned? With him, the fun of the Quidditch World Cup will be cut in half!" James complained loudly.

"He will definitely resign!" Sirius vowed.

"He's so annoying!"

"I also want him to resign." A voice that did not belong to the predators came out, and Marlene stood in front of them with arms crossed.

"Good noon. James, Sirius, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter? Marlene?" James asked curiously, leaning forward slightly.

"Edgar is in seventh grade, and he's leaving Hogwarts soon. As the oldest member of the Quidditch team, I want to host a farewell party for him." Marlene smiled brightly. .

"There are more and more parties this semester..." James thought, but his face became a little unnatural, and every time he would scratch the back of his head to ease his emotions, "This.... ..is that a sign that he's become popular?"

"Sounds good! When?" James asked with a hint of inexplicable arrogance in his tone.

"The day before you left school, did you have anything else to do?"

"No." The two individuals said in unison, and Marlene stroked her thick bangs.

"Three brooms, I'll be waiting for you at one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Got it!"

......

They arrived at Three Broomsticks just in time. Marlene was chatting with Miss Rosemerta. The two of them were smiling wildly, and many wizards watched them quietly.

"Hey! James! Sirius!" Marlene beckoned, and the boy beside her shook, revealing his face from the shadows - it was Edgar.

"Hey! Marlene, Edgar, where's Ezio?" James asked, looking around.

"Is he not here yet?" Marlene frowned, "He promised me..."

"Perhaps he forgot," Edgar said in a dull voice.

After thinking about it, Marlene smiled lightly: "It's not the first time anyway. Let him go. Edgar, you are the protagonist today, is there anything you want to do?"

"Me?" Edgar shook his head, "No, what do you want to do?" The three children stared at each other, wondering why they came here.

"Let's have a few glasses of butterbeer first." James gave the first suggestion.

Marlene snapped her fingers and agreed with her suggestion. At this moment, she looked really arrogant and became very—Potter?

If Lily was here, Marlene wouldn't show this side of herself, drinking with boys—oh my God.

Soon, a few glasses of frothy butterbeer were handed to them.

"Do you have any plans after graduation? Edgar." Marlene looked curiously at the boy she had known for four years.

"Maybe I'll enter the Ministry of Magic," Edgar said lightly.

"Cool!" Marlene smiled slightly, "Are you planning to get your family involved in politics?

"I don't know," Edgar still said in that tone, "my sister would also like to join the Ministry of Magic."

Edgar's younger sister studied in Ravenclaw and did not have any hobbies in Quidditch. She was a complete "nerd", at least in the eyes of James, who had almost never dealt with them.

"Okay," James laughed, "you have to cover me up when I do something wrong in the future."

"No." Edgar shook his head.

"You're really boring, Edgar. I finally know why you haven't had a girlfriend for seven years." James said dissatisfied.

The three children looked at each other again and started their conversation.

For Merlin's sake, James, you are the least qualified to say this!

Edgar was silent for a rare moment and said, "At least it won't be hurt by love."

"You were not hurt by love," Marlene said sarcastically, "you were hurt by me."

Edgar smiled lightly and shook his head.

What followed was a rambling chat between a few Quidditch lovers. It didn't feel like a farewell party at all, but it was more like a friend who was going home. Everyone sat down and said a few words, and they would meet again tomorrow.

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Sitting on the return train, looking at Hogwarts Castle, which was gradually receding, only a few silhouettes could be seen, Nott couldn't help but be lost - what he had done in the past school year, What did you get?

He still remembered how he looked when he took this train to Hogwarts in June last year, everyone was surrounded and triumphant, and the whole private room was full of laughter.

And now, he is the only one left to sit in this private room.

Yes, he is the only one now.

After the Christmas holidays, he made a clear distinction with those "friends" of the past, and then gathered up his courage and hope, and walked down the path that he thought should be more correct.

He paid a lot for this, the pride of being a pure-blood wizard, the self-esteem that even ordinary people would have, and his time, energy, Jin Galleon, and so on.

He spent a lot of energy trying to please other people. Although it was the first time, he thought he had done a good job. He continued to say hello, touts, and a large number of uninterrupted greetings and praises that lasted for half a year. A small gift for what you want... These should be enough to impress anyone, and the other party has indeed accepted them all, but the result is like a small stone that is constantly thrown into the bottomless black lake, without the slightest bit. respond.

Until the end of this academic year, Professor Slughorn had never invited him to a banquet he held privately, and he had always hinted at the "Slug" club he wanted to join, and the other party never even mentioned it.

Nott couldn't understand what the problem was. Did he think too easy to please someone? Or was Slughorn too high-minded, or too greedy?

But he didn't have time to worry anymore, from uncomfortable to habitual, from hopeful to gradually numb, he had spent half a year on Slughorn, like starting a small gamble and then playing a bigger one. , like a desperate gambler who can't go back in the end, he has no way to give up.

What's more, there is nothing better for him.

In today's Hogwarts, the only professor who can be compared with Slughorn in terms of prestige, or even a little better, is only Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, but the other party has another identity— —President of the Order of the Phoenix, as everyone knows, at least in their circles, the Order of the Phoenix was established specifically for Lord Dark Lord.

No matter what, he couldn't fall to the Order of the Phoenix. Those pure bloods would tear him, no, the entire Nott family to shreds.

What's more, Dumbledore didn't know what he was busy with, except for the major holiday party, he almost disappeared, and such a big man was not accessible to a little wizard like him.

So he can only continue to persevere - spend more effort on Professor Slughorn, and then look forward to this holiday, and maybe he will usher in a turning point.

King's Cross station was approaching soon. Nott dragged his suitcase off the train, and his father, Mr. Robert Nott, was already waiting for him on the platform.

He didn't look too young, wearing a dark gray wizard's robe and a black velvet pointed wizard hat, leaning on a beautiful silver snake-headed short staff in his hand, and his face was similar to other purebloods. The same arrogant look with upturned nostrils is particularly conspicuous in the crowd.

After seeing Nott carrying the suitcase alone, a smile appeared on Mr. Nott's face. He stepped forward to take the suitcase, and he really doted on him.

"Father..." Facing the smiles of Lao Nuo and Mr. Te, Nott suddenly felt guilty for a while, he hesitated, not knowing what to say~www.readwn.com~ After all, For the past six months, he had broken with some buddies and determined to please Slughorn, all without consulting his father at all.

And now, it is clear that he has accomplished nothing.

"I already know all about it." Old Mr. Nott said gently.

"But it's not a big deal. As a Nott, of course you have the right to choose your own friends. As for pleasing your dean...Although it's totally unnecessary in my opinion, but you and I Your mother won't blame you for that."

He reached out and patted Nott on the shoulder with a hint of relief, as he used to do, and then took out the door key, completely dismissing the subject, "Okay, it's time to go back to Home, your mother has been waiting for you for a long time to prepare dinner."

Of course, Nott didn't expect his father to really know nothing about what he had done during his school days. Perhaps the day after he began to treat Grylls and others coldly, their parents had already sent their sons back. He ran to Knott Manor in a panic, apologizing to his parents and begging for forgiveness.

And his father's current reaction doesn't seem to surprise him. After all, since childhood, he has always been doted on like this.

But for some reason, he was obviously not accused, and he didn't see even the slightest disappointment in his father's face. Nott still felt that his chest was blocked by something, and he couldn't breathe. gas.

And this state lasted until his fingers left the door key, recovered from the violent whirlwind, and then saw the familiar black door of Knott Manor...