Chapter 65: Two or Three Things About the Library

As soon as the bell rang for the end of class, Sephiroth immediately beckoned the Slytherin snakes and took the lead and ran out.

Because he knew that the cunning Lockhart would never clean up the classroom in person, and Zuihou's few would definitely be caught by him.

Sure enough, Sephiroth, who had not gone far outside the classroom, saw Lockhart rush out and slam the door shut with his backhand. As in the old case, the hapless Gryffindor trio was caught by him.

However, it was actually a small training that Lockhart gave to his students.

This incident taught them two truths: one is that when things are not good, they must run as soon as possible; The second is to let students have a little more practical experience, for students of this age, what can they expect them to deal with besides this kind of elf, tell them to slay dragons?

As a professor, Lockhart, although the way and process of teaching is a bit of a bad taste, what he teaches is still very qualified. The spell of [Peschipixipstonomi] is actually the spell against the elves in the book, and the reason why it did not take effect was probably just because of the bad taste in his heart, and he wanted to see how the students were in a hurry.

It looks like a trap, but there is no real danger. The reason for this rather eccentric approach is that Lockhart was an alternative to Ravenclaw when he was at Hogwarts, and he was better at being funny than learning from him, just like the Weasley twins now.

But now that he is older and has an identity, he naturally can't be as presumptuous as he used to be.

So, he chose such a wicked teaching method, which can be regarded as a little to vent the spoof desire in his heart.

As the days passed, if he got used to Lockhart's way of teaching, his classes were not so boring.

Although it can be a headache every time, this kind of practical course may be more popular with students than empty note-taking. It is precisely because of this that schoolgirls like Hermione have never seen through Lockhart's "true face".

"Woo! That's a lesson for Zuihou. ”

Finally making it to the weekend, Draco cheered and rushed to the dormitory, the afternoon was the time for the annual Quidditch team to recruit new recruits, a day that Draco had been looking forward to for a long time. He's ready to sign up and train, he loves Quidditch and prefers to play it himself, so he's not going to miss this opportunity.

"Quidditch~ Forget it, you can go by yourself, I'm not interested in this kind of game, I'd better go to the library and read a book."

The knowledge he had learned in class was no longer enough for Sephiroth, and he longed for more sophisticated magic.

The pursuit of progress, power and liliang is the persistence engraved into the depths of the soul.

"Well, if you decide to do that—but trust me, you'll understand the charm of Quidditch if you go to Quidditch too."

Draco seemed a little regretful, but he also knew that his friend had never liked Quidditch since he was a child, and perhaps it seemed to him that it would be better to spend a few hours playing Quidditch than to spend time reading an extra book.

Although he tried to convince Sephiroth to go with him to Quidditch, he unfortunately failed, and now he has all but given up on doing so.

"No, I'm not interested in that. Alright, Draco, hurry up and sign up, or you'll be late in a minute. Of course, I'm not interested in Quidditch, but I'll be there to cheer you on when I play. ”

Declined his friend's invitation, Sephiroth never understood that the wizard of Weishenme would be interested in this kind of game of riding on a broomstick to chase a few flying balls.

In his opinion, the rules of the game of Quidditch were simply unreasonable, and the game of Muggles was much better than that of wizards. Whether it's football, basketball, or any other sport, at least the Muggle game is relatively fair.

But look at Quidditch, Chaser, Batter, and Goalkeeper, the sum of all three of them is not even as good as a Seeker in a split second.

When I was a child, when I saw this fairy tale book, the body complained about this terrible game rule countless times. It can be said that this game is just a show to see the Seekers in the limelight, and the whole team to set off the Seekers how heroic they are.

Perhaps Ms. Rowling originally designed the contest just to give Harry Potter a chance to be in the limelight.

How can anyone still like to play such a game?

Shaking his head, Sephiroth strolled alone through the castle in the afternoon, down the empty aisle to the still-quiet library on the fifth floor.

In the silence of the library, only the sound of their own footsteps echoed, and the other students went to the Quidditch pitch to watch the Quidditch player contest. The library, which was already rarely visited, became even more empty.

Suddenly, the moment Sephiroth stepped out from behind a bookshelf, a bright purple color jumped into his eyes.

Here, there are other people here.

"Sister Patchouli, you're still here."

Familiar enough to say hello to the other party, those who will remain in the library at this time are all people who are truly obsessed with knowledge, and among the people that Sephiroth knows, the only one with long bright purple hair is this Pache Noreki senior sister of Ravenclaw College.

The long purple hair swayed slightly, and half of the delicate little face was exposed in the gap between the strands of purple hair.

Pache smiled back and smiled pleasantly, and she beckoned to Sephiroth.

"Why, it's the Quidditch team recruiting today. Aren't boys generally very fond of that contest? Even the students of our academy went to watch, why don't you try it? ”

"Don't joke with me, you know I'm not interested in sports. Besides, Quidditch is not divided into men and women, and it is not like the senior sister has not gone yet. ”

Sephiroth sat down beside Pache and said with little interest that he really wasn't interested in Quidditch yet.

"Hmm...... Sister Pachouli, in your opinion, how many of our generation are worthy of being called true elites? ”

Although it was in the library, Sephiroth did not pick a book to read with Pache as usual, but took the initiative to provoke a topic with the other party.

In fact, this time his purpose was not to read books, he was completely here for Pache Li.

"Elite? That kind of thing doesn't matter what. According to that person, everyone has everyone's talents, and as long as they can give full play to their strengths correctly, everyone is an elite. Competence is not up or down, right? ”

Pache replied nonchalantly as she flipped the pages of the book in her hand.

"Huh? Do you believe this kind of deception to children? This is not like what a wise Pache Senpai would say. Listen up......"

Patchouli's answer did not satisfy Sephiroth, and he sneered disdainfully, and went on and on.

"In my opinion, there are not many students in this generation who are outstanding and sincere. If anything, I ask myself if it's one, and Pache Senpai is definitely one of them. Everyone is an elite, but a lie to comfort the weak. Sister Patchouli doesn't want to see a broader Shijie? As long as we elites join forces, the other stupid and blind guys have nothing to fear. ”

"I don't want to, you know, I haven't even finished reading the book here, and what 'broader shijie' is just a joke for me. And...... You say there's nothing to fear? You know, no matter how outstanding someone is, or how good someone is, without the support of a huge organization, it is impossible to fight all wizards on their own. ”

Pacouli finally came back to her senses from the book, and she found that the book friend who had been with her all this time seemed to finally reveal the claws hidden in the flesh. This forced her to brace herself and be careful to stay vigilant.

"Isn't it always common sense in the world for elites to dominate ordinary people? This is never what Slytherin has ever pursued. The number of people is not a problem, how can a large amount of waste have the ability to threaten geniuses. ”

His eyes opened and closed, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes, and the arrogant words did not seem to come out of the mouth of the elegant son Sephiroth.

In the course of a while, the situation changed dramatically, and he seemed to be a different person, making Patchouli both strange and terrifying.

"What arrogance! You know, even Professor Dumbledore, who is the first person in the wizarding world, will not say that he can be one against a hundred, otherwise when he fights against 'that person', he will not have to create the Order of the Phoenix to help him. ”

"If you can't do it with one against a hundred, that's because - he, yet, no, enough, strong!"

With a single word, Sephiroth exuded a compelling momentum all over his body, and his gaze pierced the hearts of others like a sharp sword with cold light, making Pache shiver.

"He's not strong enough?" Pache took the words in her mouth and chewed for a moment, then she smiled, the disdain and mockery in her smile overflowing, "So, you think you're strong enough?" ”

"Of course! I'm strong! Very strong! Needless to say, I've always believed so. ”

Changing from the grace and crispness of the past, confident enough not to let people see the arrogant demeanor, Sephiroth transformed, his eyes radiated with this fanatical passion, that unwavering self, as if he could turn the clouds and rain in an instant with the raising of his hand. The extreme pride that had been hidden in his bones for many years was finally revealed in front of Pache at this moment.

"'In the name of the stars and wisdom, we seek only eternal truth.'" Haven't you heard of this sentence? ”

"Truth astronomy? It's not like what you would say, I thought you were the kind of king who pursues supreme power and supreme liliang. ”

Patchouli reacted instantly, didn't the words in the other party's mouth refer to the mysterious organization that had just appeared in the wizarding world recently?

"I didn't expect you to join that organization, junior brother. In this way, the ability of that organization is really not ordinary. Could it be that the juniors are here to lobby for the organization--no! Wait, could it be that the founder of that organization is you! ”

Pachouli began to sigh, and after a moment her glasses suddenly widened, and her fingers pointed straight at Sephiroth. She didn't want to get involved in any power struggle, so she didn't plan to join any organization at all. I wanted to refuse the other party's invitation, but before the words could be spoken, she reacted instantly.

Sephiroth is an extremely proud guy at his core, how can he join someone else's organization with Sephiroth's heart and pride.

Maybe it's not about joining, it's about building.

Merlin!

He was only about eleven years old, and a mere second-year student at Hogwarts actually established his own shili. And it wasn't the kind of petty fight, and although she didn't know much about it, Patchouli had overheard from others about how horrible the association was.

Should I really say, is it - Slytherin?