Chapter 15: The Savior's Position

The boiling water was slowly poured into the pot, and the brown leaves stretched out in the water, and soon dyed the tea a touch of green.

Gently lift the teapot, cover the lid with one hand, and slowly turn the wrist with the other. The fragrant aroma of tea emanated from the tea flowing from the spout, and the faint aroma even made the slightly turbid air inside the train car much fresher.

The tea swirls in the cup, and the white porcelain cup reflects the clarity and beauty of the tea, and the calm tea is like a jewel placed in the cup, which is pleasing to the eye.

Sephiroth took the teacup between his lips and took a soft breath.

Fragrant!

The invigorating fragrance and the tiredness of the journey seem to be dispelled by this fragrance.

Holding the rim of the cup with his thumb and forefinger, holding the bottom of the cup with his middle finger, he sucked the tea into his mouth in three times and sipped it carefully, Sephiroth closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed the leisurely moment.

Drinking tea and making tea is a way of self-cultivation, making tea, appreciating tea, smelling tea, and drinking tea is also an indescribable enjoyment. If you are not a tea drinker, you will not understand how comfortable it will feel when you brew a pot of good tea and savor it.

The train departed, and the freshmen were messing around outside, looking for spare carriages.

Sephiroth's carriage was very empty, and he was the only one in what was supposed to be a four-seater. The other freshmen couldn't be blind, and of course they saw the idleness here. But after opening the door, they saw the young man who looked extremely elegant and noble inside, and they turned away as if they were inferior.

They would rather stay in the aisles, or squeeze into other carriages with the others, rather than be framed like a rough civilian by Sephiroth's side.

In this era, there may not be a so-called distinction between nobles and commoners, but looking at the temperament of the two, anyone can tell that the guy inside and these Muggle commoners are not all the way.

Sephiroth did not keep those who left, he did have plans to win over some Muggle wizards, but he only intended to win over those Muggle wizards with outstanding talent or strong hearts, these people with low self-esteem and his own people, he did not look down on.

If you don't even have the courage to overcome this inferiority complex and sit with him, what is the pity of those mediocre talents?

Good people are always in the minority, and Sephiroth is not worried about a small number of people. It doesn't matter if there are few people, because it is always the small number of excellent people who rule Shijie, not the mediocre and dull masses.

Unfortunately, this tranquility did not last long.

Maybe God didn't like him to enjoy it so leisurely, so he sent someone to add some spice to his journey.

"So you're here, I've been looking for you for a long time. Hearing those novices say that there is a noble boy here, I guessed it would be you! ”

Before anyone could enter, Draco's long, exclamation-like voice reached his ears.

The next moment, the door of the carriage was slammed open, and sure enough, it was Draco. He was followed by two fat, tall henchmen, the familiar descendants of pure-blood wizards, Crabbe and Goyle.

At this time, having a strong body is still more intimidating, because the vast majority of freshmen do not know magic yet. However, as time went on, the advantage of size after the third grade was gone.

Crabbe and Goyle, although they are indeed stupid, they still have talent, and they can cast the [Fire Charm] while they are in school, which is not something Muggle wizards can do, and the advantage of bloodline has not disappeared because they have a bad brain.

"Draco, now that you're here, let's sit down and have a drink."

Taking a cup back from his head, Sephiroth poured Draco a cup of the finest tea.

The tea slices a graceful silver curve in the air, filling the cup little by little with a musically loud sound.

"It's still so pleasing to the eye when you make tea, Sephiroth. Of course, this one is an absolute must-drink. ”

Draco sat down and picked up his teacup in the same manner as Sephiroth had done. This is not the first time he has accompanied Sephiroth to taste tea, after so many years, he has also learned how to taste tea even after being unaccustomed to drinking tea.

Sephiroth didn't serve Crabbe and Goyle, and Draco didn't bring it up, both of them believing that it would be pointless to give such a tea to those two guys.

Of course, Sephiroth will not be left out in the cold because of this. Stooping down to pull a large bag of snacks out of their bags, Crabbe and Galton drooling greedily.

They really couldn't do it and weren't interested in drinking tea as elegant as Sephiroth and Draco, but they couldn't help it with the bag of fragrant snacks. The fat throat swelled, and it was clear that they were drooling from hunger.

Still, they knew that now they had to be dominated by Draco, and they couldn't eat it until Draco or Sephiroth had handed it to them.

Sephiroth smiled mildly and handed them the bag of crispy biscuits.

"It's such a shame, I really regret taking you out."

Draco sighed and shook his head away, he couldn't bear to look directly at the vulgar eating methods of the two Crabbes. Draco glanced apologetically at Sephiroth as he watched the crumbs fall from their mouths onto the clean tablecloth, apparently as the leader, taking the blame on himself and taking the place of the two fools who couldn't figure out the situation to Sephiroth.

"It's okay, it's just some snacks anyway. I don't like to eat these things, so give them to them if they like them. ”

The answer was not a question, but Draco already understood what Sephiroth meant, and he didn't mind how Crabbe and them were eating. As a nobleman, he naturally can't expose his shortcomings in front of others, even Karab and Goyle have to leave some underside for them.

Crabbe and Goyle listened to Sephiroth's words, and both smirked at him, grabbing the next cookie in their hands and stuffing it into their mouths. In their minds, perhaps Sephiroth's impression has risen a lot again, at least if Sephiroth asks them to beat people up at school in the future, they will not hesitate.

Now everyone is still a child, even if it is a pure-blood teenager who has been exposed to the darkness since childhood, there is not so much intrigue, if you are good to him, he will naturally remember your kindness in his heart.

Drink some tea. Sephiroth took out a thick tome from his pocket, On the Wizard's Tricks, a technical book describing the various gestures of a wizard when casting spells, which is probably the most important thing for a wizard to learn besides spells.

For example, when casting a spell, you have to shake your wrist, rotate it 270 degrees, and then draw a sleek curve upward. If it's wrong, then the spell will probably change dramatically, and something big will happen.

Drinking tea and reading a book at the same time is the most beautiful time for Sephiroth.

But Draco was getting impatient, he wasn't a man like Sephiroth who traveled through rebirth. He is still a child, even if he is strict with himself, he will quickly get bored.

"Did you see that? That guy, that Harry Potter! ”

"Harry Potter? Who's that? ”

"You don't know, it's the savior! It was he who defeated the Dark Lord Mystery. ”

"What? So powerful, he's here too? ”

"Yes, I saw it, right here!"

"Great, I'm going to check it out too."

The freshmen outside the door seemed to be talking about something, and Draco couldn't sit still for a moment.

Harry potter? Who knew this name better than the descendants of these pure-blood wizards, and if nothing else, the name Potter alone was enough for him to make a trip, and the other party was one of the few remaining pure-blood descendants.

"Do you hear that? Sephiroth, that Potter is actually in the car, don't you go and take a look? ”

Draco, who wanted to leave but was too embarrassed to leave, immediately encouraged Sephiroth to join him, but unfortunately Sephiroth was not interested.

"Go if you want to, I'm not interested in the so-called savior."

Without raising his eyes, Sephiroth gently flipped the page and continued, occasionally taking a sip of the tea on the table.

"Okay, then I'll go and see for myself!"

Hearing more and more rumors outside, Draco couldn't resist taking two of his henchmen to find the Savior.

Soon, however, Draco returned with an unhappy expression, a faint hint of anger in his eyes. It seems that even though he has changed, the meeting with the savior Harry Potter is still unhappy.

"Damn it, that bastard. How dare he, how dare he do that to me. He rejected my friendship, but sat down with that Weasley, that pure-blood scum, a member of the scum family who had abandoned the honor and duty of purebloods! ”

"How dare he, how dare he! I was going to help him get to know this shijie for his own sake, and he didn't hesitate to refuse me! ”

"They even say I'm an 'outlier'! Damn, I'd love to throw some curses at him! ”

"He's definitely a stupid, rude, savage Gryffindor, one of those idiots whose brains are as incompetent as trolls!"

Upon his return, Draco grumbled incessantly, walking around the carriage like an erupting volcano.

"Come on, Draco. You look like a resentful woman now! ”

Sephiroth, who didn't want to pay attention to Draco, had to interject, thinking that he would calm down after complaining for a while, which seemed to be really delusional. If he had listened to him, he would not have stopped until he reached school, and Sephiroth had to interrupt his grumbling in order not to spend the rest of the road listening to his complaints.

"What did you say!"

Draco's face was very unsightly, he was already in a bad mood and was now irritated. If it weren't for the etiquette of the nobility, he would have swooped down and punched Sephiroth right now.

Of course, whether you can beat it or not, that's another matter.

Men always ignore the gap between each other when they are hot-blooded.