So I asked V to send a yelling letter rather than a Slytherin.

But should I say that I will never learn the twists and turns of Slytherin's way of speaking? After all, Riddle is not a professor, no matter how mean he is, he can't be as mean as a professor, in order to grasp this degree, my two hairs can only be written to this extent, even if I am said to OOC, I admit it, anyway, after nearly thirteen years of getting along with each other, the current V is much better than the snake-faced V in the original book.

And...... Would I say that it was only for the sake of writing the yelling letter that some people reacted to this episode of the word count again? Will you say it?

PS: The professor is a sullen person who is used to flirt, and he slips at the speed of light

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Sword 3 (Upright): Roar.

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Hogwarts Common Cafeteria

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Because he entered the medical wing of the palace for the second time less than a day after the start of school, Opal was forced to stay in the medical wing for another day by Madam Pomfrey before being allowed to go to class.

Of course, it's also good for Opal to have a quiet place to read – as long as people don't stop by from time to time.

As for being locked in bed all day and not allowed to get out of bed, and even three meals were delivered to the bed by the house-elf, so that when he was allowed to get out of bed for the first time on Thursday morning, his body suffered from back pain because he was not getting enough activity, which was nothing to Opal.

After recalling the class schedule and making sure that Pansy would definitely help him bring the relevant textbooks, Opal decided to go to the public cafeteria for breakfast after moving his somewhat sour body for a while.

This also saves those who pay attention to her from worrying about it.

However, after Opal greeted Draco, Pansy, and Blaise, who were visibly relieved, and sat down in his place, he remembered something: [Draco, about qualifying......]

She's basically spent the past few days in the medical wing, and she's been absent, right? So why did no one object when she subconsciously sat in the head of the third grade?

She must have missed it, right?

"Do you finally remember to ask about it?"

Raising an eyebrow, Draco rolled his eyes at Opal very vaguely, "After a unanimous meeting of the chiefs, this qualifying session was scheduled for Sunday afternoon. You don't have to worry about being absent. ”

Pansy and Brace, who weren't far away, snickered - they knew that Opal was naturally stunned again, and with the physical patronus she showed on the train that was powerful enough to directly destroy Dementors, Slytherin in the third year basically wouldn't have a problem with her taking the position of head of the year. Even this innocent guy would worry about this problem.

[Got it.] ]

After nodding, Opal began to concentrate on eliminating the breakfast in front of him - this morning was Snape's Potions class, and given the previous conversation with Harry, it was estimated that the temperature in the Potions classroom would definitely be below zero today, so it was better to eat more to keep warm.

Breakfast time is also the busiest time for Hogwarts owls.

A large number of communication owls and some special communication birds flew into the public dining room through the special windows, throwing large and small packages or letters on the dining table, and it has to be said that this extremely chaotic scene can be called a disaster.

Just as Opal was smiling as he watched the Malfoys' golden eagle throw him a large bag of candy and almost knock over the pumpkin juice in front of him, he found that behind the large flock of owls, a pure black owl was sliding into the dining room in a leisurely flying posture.

[Hades!] ]

Recognizing that it was her communications owl, Hades, Opal felt her nerves tense all over her body—especially after she saw the red ranting letter that clutched at Hades' feet.

After noticing the ostentatious red envelope of the Rant Letter, the more curious people in the other houses immediately began to whisper, even the Slytherin students were no exception - after all, for Slytherin, who valued honor and face the most, this kind of Rant Letter should have gone directly to the student dormitory, and they did not expect it to be sent directly to the public cafeteria.

Although he guessed that the reason for this letter might be his own magic riot two days ago, whether it was Riddle, Sena-san, or Mr. Yeji, Opal didn't think that with their personalities, they would send such a roaring letter.

"Howling letters? Opar, did you mess with anyone? ”

It seemed unexpectedly that someone from Slytherin would receive a roaring letter, but Draco immediately drew his wand and prepared to help, but was stopped by Opal - just kidding, the existence of the roaring letter could only be the group of people in the secret realm of the lake, and with the intelligence and ability of that group of people, it is impossible for anyone not to take any precautions.

So, apart from obediently listening to the roaring letter, Opal really couldn't think of any remedy, and the only thing she could pray for was that the roaring letter would save her some face - she was now the default third-year leader!

"Opal."

The roar letter was heard as soon as Opal received and opened it, but it was not the roar that everyone thought it was, but a magnetic voice like a cello with a seemingly bewitching power, "I think you know exactly what I'm trying to do with this letter?" ”

Because the voice was so pleasant, Opal even heard the sobs of girls on the Slytherin table, the nearest Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table.

Hum! Nasty voice-activated girls!

[Merlin......]

However, the little vinegar was almost fleeting, and the next moment Opal, who reacted, had already covered his face - he would send a roaring letter, Riddle must have been mad this time.

“…… I thought it was basic common sense to keep for yourself the magic that could use at least three spells. But I didn't expect you to allow yourself to be like a Gryffindor and fall into such a magical riot that only young wizards under the age of eleven can do. I'm sure you're fourteen by now, but it's clear that you're challenging my perception with your own actions. I'm assuming that there won't be a Potions classroom on the train that requires you to do it, and a potions maker that will make you blow up your own cauldron. I thought that since you were six years old, there should have been no such thing as blowing up a cauldron because of your lack of magic control. But I guess I need to confirm first, there shouldn't be a shrinking potion in the wizarding world that can affect the intelligence of the brain in addition to the body, right? ”

There are no dirty words, and the tone and tone can even be called peaceful, but the ridicule and accusation in the words can be clearly distinguished by anyone with ears—although the voice is good—which also makes some students subconsciously shiver, secretly move their gaze to the professor's seat, and then retract it in an instant.

Well, well, at least compared to their Potions professor, the wording and sound of the rant letter were mild.

[Let me die......]

Opar, who was completely embarrassed by Riddle's completely non-Slytherin way, groaned and buried his face directly in his arm.

Let her suffocate to death! As a Slytherin, she would receive a rant letter at a public table, and she would surely be ridiculed by Draco, Pansy, and Blaise for the rest of her life.

Moreover, with this tone and phrasing, Riddle was already so angry that she was even angry - she was really going to die a miserable death!

“…… The potion that comes with the letter is from Lord Mary, and it should be as good as your own father's potions, both in quality and quality. And I'm sure the potions taste even better than Hogwarts and Durmstrand's Medical Wing - no pouring, shapeshifting, transferring, vanishing, or being drunk by creatures other than you. Sugar is not allowed to be eaten within half an hour of consumption. Opal, I'm sure you should know what that means. In addition, Lord Knight has asked me to tell you that he will be checking your homework during the Christmas holidays. ”

Opal raised her head and looked at the small bag on Hades's other foot with a bitter expression, she knew that the potion contained in it was enough to regulate her body, but the problem was that Rosemary's potion, the material used was disgusting and proportional to its effect, and the effect of the potion was inversely proportional to its taste!

She really really knew that it was wrong, could she take back these potions that would really kill people if she drank them! Whining......

“…… In addition to this, I strongly believe that in order to prevent your behavior from becoming more and more Gryffindin, it is imperative that your brain has no extra energy to think about the things that have to do with risk-taking and recklessness. Now that you're dealing with the documents in Sicily, Italy, and Munich, Germany, you're still able to make such a mess of yourself. Then I can also think that you can handle the affairs of London, England even with the addition of affairs. Relevant documents I will be on Saturday owl to your dorm. I'm sure you're already the head of the third year by now, but I know that the hard work has always been the boy of the Malfoy family as the head of the year. I don't know why you don't value your responsibilities as Head of Year so much, but maybe it's because you find those things too unchallenging. In that case, I believe that if you become the head of the academy, you should understand the responsibilities and obligations involved, right? I'm looking forward to good news from you when I'm in fourth grade. Above. ”

As soon as the last sentence ended, the roaring letter burst into flames and turned to ashes.

"Merlin, ......"

On the Gryffindor long table, because he was relatively close, he still heard some of Ron's sad expression in front of him, "This is the first time I've envied Slytherin's roaring letter." ”

Harry, who was on the side, glanced at Opal with a little concern, and after seeing that she didn't seem to be anything unusual, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded in agreement with Ron's words - after all, the day after he and Ron flew to Hogwarts in the second year, the roaring letter sent by Ron's mother was really fresh in his memory.

"Humph! The letter writer must have been the girl's lover or something. ”

Ron Truth Emperor Weasley was resentful, but he didn't know the truth of his own accident......

Compared to the other three tables, the entire Slytherin table was silent—after all, the letter was a naked reminder of something.

Snape, who was in the teacher's seat, frowned slightly—because of some of the messages in the roaring letter.

He was sure that the person who wrote the letter must have been a Slytherin through and through, and that both the crooked words and the subtle tone of the sarcasm had a Slytherin air to it. Moreover......

Snape glanced at Opal, who was now frustrated, then glared at the noisy Gryffindor Table, which had managed to silence them, before withdrawing his gaze.

That person should have known about Opal's background, and it is even possible that Opal would know that he was her father, also because of that person's relationship - the metaphor hidden in that letter is a foreshadowing that only those in the know will understand.

Slytherin's emotions were filled with cautious temptation.

The whispering of that night, in retrospect, was not a temptation, and the response he had chosen was a failure.

A forgetfulness spell that erases not only his self-righteous "negligence", but also responds to her temptation - his actions are a clear expression of "not admitting" it.

Opal was successfully groomed by her upbringing to become a competent Slytherin, and even though she had an occasional natural and frank personality, it could not hide her introverted indifference and grace.

He was proud of it, but he was also ...... Always a spectator.

Every time and every time, there will always be mistakes of one kind or another at critical moments, thus ruining the small happiness that he can carefully care for in the palm of his hand.

Many years ago, it was the decisive departure of the flame lily, and now it is the "opposite side of the unknown" of his own daughter.

In the end, Snape could only admit this, and then showed himself an ironic smirk in his heart - since he chose to reject this family affection in the first place, then no matter what the final outcome was, it was his own choice.

He was destined to walk alone on this path of darkness and despair.

There is no salvation.

[woo...... How can there be such a duck on the shelf! Bullying ......]

Opal was really going to cry at this moment.

Now it's true, even if she doesn't have to drink potions, she will die a miserable death.

Although this letter still helped her very vaguely in the end, suggesting that she could start to make a good relationship in Slytherin from the current property in hand, the last sentence asking her to become the head of the house in her fourth year was simply roasting her on the fire!

She could bet that Riddle didn't know that the qualifying had started when she wrote this letter, or she would have been asked to become the head of the house in her third year - in fact, although she did have plans to become the head of the house, it was something she wanted to do in the fifth year!

Because only the head of the grade who is also the chief and the prefect at the same time has the qualification to challenge the head of the academy, and at the moment she is just the head of the grade, to subdue all the nobles of the same grade and let them recognize their qualifications as the prefect of the grade is simply challenging Draco directly!

Riddle will bully people! And it's so cunning that it won't cross its bottom line every time.

Thinking hatefully, Opal puffed and poked the strawberry pudding in front of him.

- Actually, I'm tempted to say, when did you have a bottom line against him?

[……] Should I say it's been a long time?

Opal's movements paused without a trace.

- Has it been a long time? I'm sorry, I just got some sleep.

I think there is a need for the two of us to adjust our view of time.

- There's no need for that, because I'm likely to get some more sleep at any time, until you're an adult.

Are you so passive and slacking off?

- I just don't think it's necessary. By the way, the earrings given to you by someone in the Secret Realm of the Lake, while they can reduce your inheritance dreams, will also weaken your connection to another person in some ways.

Well? Who are you referring to?

- Think for yourself, it's not interesting to say it.

After a few tentative screams, and a little laughing and laughing to find that the sound was inaudible again, Opal rolled his eyes and began to solve the strawberry pudding in front of him.

Forget it, let's get through the next Potions class safely for now.

Now we can only hope that the Savior punching bag is powerful enough. (Harry: Ahhh ）

Draco, who had already finished breakfast, raised an eyebrow, finally resisting the urge to ask the sender what his relationship was with Opal - it was still a long time anyway, and he didn't worry about not being able to ask about it from Opal.