Vio sits haphazardly at the Slytherin table, ignoring some of his seniors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This made some of them very unhappy, and the cheers soon stopped.

After the sorting ceremony, an old man with a long silver beard, presumably Headmaster Dumbledore, stepped onto the podium in the center of the Great Hall, said something, and food fell from the sky. The auditorium was instantly boiling, and the atmosphere was pushed to a climax by delicious food.

Vio didn't have the heart to look at them. She grabbed the nearest pale yellow honey pumpkin juice and drank it absentmindedly.

"You ended up in Slytherin," the voice of the person beside her suddenly came out somewhat familiar, "I've always known that purebloods, only Slytherin are qualified to accept them. Vio tilted his head in surprise to find that it was Draco.

He was looking at her haughtily, speaking lazily, with a careless elegance. Vio silently turned around and continued to drink pumpkin juice, not intending to reply to his words.

In fact, she would love to sit down right at the Gryffindor table.

Draco didn't talk to her anymore, instead turning to the other side to talk to the others.

"Look at Potter, the famous Potter, how could he be so skinny, living like a house elf, he is really made in heaven with that little scum of the Weasleys!"

"That's a good point, Crabbe, and I think your dad will be pleasantly surprised that your IQ and eyesight have improved again. Draco's voice wasn't actually bad, on the contrary, it was a little magnetic when he lowered it.

Unfortunately, at this time, Vio just couldn't get used to everything Slytherin, she stood up, glared fiercely at the tall strong boy that Draco called Crabbe, and said clearly, "But you can't even compare to one of his scars!"

"Santriel!" A senior girl next to her hurriedly shouted to her, "Sit down—Professor Snape is watching—obedient, I'm the prefect!"

Draco watched it all coldly, schadenfreude in his eyes. Crabbe grimaced at her from behind, like a large, dynamic pig's head.

Vio sat down heavily, and the Slytherin next to him exploded again, they had never seen a Slytherin protect Gryffindor!

Ignoring the crowd around her, Vio looked over to the teacher's chair, where a man in a black silk wizard's robe was staring at her without a hint of expression, with a very pronounced hooked nose and black, almost oily hair.

Vio was suddenly a little curious, wondering how Snape would punish her, punish her with confinement? Hmph, she didn't care!

After dinner, after Dumbledore had spoken, the prefects took the new students from their respective houses to the common room of their house.

Vio listlessly followed behind the group, and she heard the command to go in as "purebred".