Slytherin Lounge.

"He's done."

"That stupid big guy with only muscles is going to die this time."

In the dim glow of fluorescent green, Malfoy's eyebrows fluttered as he told his first-year classmates about what had happened in Potions class today, "You know, Professor Snape is a good friend of my dad, and my dad was with him before I came to Hogwarts..."

Malfoy began his 'Daddy Xuan' routine again.

Then he lowered his voice and tried to keep his tone as grim as possible: "Professor Snape will lecture him hard, punish him, and then kick him out of Slytherin and out of Hogwarts." ”

"Hehe, it's none of my business, Professor Snape did it."

"I'm just..."

Malfoy smugly spoke of his plans, as if he had seen Dudley swept away.

"My dad said that Slytherin is a place where only noble bloodlines can stay..."

Again, the cliché theory of descent.

Malfoy was immersed in his own world, not noticing the drastic changes in the faces of the young wizards around him, not even the anomaly of Pansy's frequent glances at him and the white lips of Goyle and Crabbe.

Until...

"It's not a gentleman's thing to speak ill of people behind your back, of course... There is no one in England who can really be called a gentleman. ”

"Mr. Drag, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, I won't leave Hogwarts anytime soon."

Malfoy's creepy voice sounded from behind him, and at that moment Malfoy only felt that his hands and feet were cold, as if he had fallen into an extremely cold hell, like a male duck being choked by his throat, and his voice stopped abruptly.

A large hand fell from the sky and pressed on Malfoy's head, and then he felt his scalp tighten, and his whole body was lifted up with one hand.

Dudley really didn't understand what some wizards could boast about about their so-called pedigree theories.

In his impression, only pets will emphasize bloodlines, and only pets will pay attention to purebreds.

By the way, Malfoy, who claims to be of pure blood, has platinum blonde hair, but the Weasleys, whom they despise, have red hair, what does red hair mean in England?

If you have studied a little bit of English history, you will know about it.

The aborigines of continental Europe are called Celts, and the sign of Celtic blood is the red hair, in other words, the Weasleys have Celtic blood, and the Weasleys are purer than any pure-blooded bloodline present.

As for blondes, they can be descendants of Germanic people or Vikings.

The Vikings were known to be a bunch of robbers.

So... Even if you go back to your roots, Malfoy doesn't have much to praise about.

"I think we should have a good exchange."

"Before I lose all my patience."

Dudley picked Malfoy in his rough hand and walked towards the inside of the Slytherin common room with huge steps.

Isn't that the excuse to clean up Malfoy?

"Nope! You can't do that! Malfoy shouted in horror.

He struggled hard to kick Dudley, and shook his fists to break free, but it didn't work.

Laughing to death, his little short hands and little short legs couldn't touch the strength at all.

The other Slytherins just watched Malfoy leave, and no one in the huge lounge dared to step forward to stop them, including Malfoy's two protectors, and the two poor little fat men fainted the moment they saw Dalley, and they didn't know whether they were really dizzy or fake.

"No one helps you, your character is really bad, Brother Drag... Tsk, I thought I could be happy today. ”

Dudley's words made the faces of the little Slytherin wizards around them change dramatically, and they quickly retreated like plague avoidances, presenting a no-man's land with Dudley as the center, and even the faces of Crabbe and Goyle, who had fainted on the ground, turned a few points whiter.

In fact, after the night of the first day of school, Malfoy's reputation took a subtle turn in Slytherin.

You're Malfoy, you're high, but you've got us beaten.

Didn't even say anything afterwards?

Even the good guys are made by the Caro family.

In the final analysis, Mr. Brother Tu is too young and doesn't know how to be sophisticated.

"Please wait..."

It's not like nobody, at least one more, isn't it.

"Huh? What is your opinion on my approach, Miss Parkinson? ”

Dudley turned his head slowly, eyes the size of brass bells staring at Pansy.

Guess how long this girl will cry if she gets punched by herself?

At that moment, Pansy felt like she was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and she was about to stop breathing even though the other party had done nothing.

"I mean, you're hungry, how about a cup of black tea and some dessert?"

Miss Parkinson said very heartily.

What Malfoy? It's her business.

"Black tea doesn't need sugar, please prepare some small biscuits, I'm a little hungry."

It just so happens that he is a little hungry, and since someone wants to invite him to dinner, it is disrespectful.

"I'll come back to drink it in a while, before the black tea cools, thank you."

As he spoke, he continued to carry Malfoy towards the room deep in the common room, where the young Slytherin wizards watched the two leave.

"He's probably not going to eat Draco, is he?"

Looking at the backs of the two leaving, Pansy muttered.

It's a pity that no one in the whole of Slytherin can answer her.

Until the two disappeared from view, the two little fat men who were lying down bounced off the ground like their buttocks on fire.

Obviously, these two goods have just been loaded.

"I'm going to tell my dad..."

Seeing that force was useless, Malfoy could only try to borrow his father's name.

After all, he is a well-known dad Bao Nan, and the key is that his father's name is generally very useful.

"I'm you, and I won't."

Dudley picked up Malfoy very roughly, completely ignoring the other man's feelings.

Malfoy only felt that his scalp was going to be lifted off by the other party, and it hurt, but he couldn't do anything.

Dudley walked all the way inwards to the depths of the Slytherin common room, found a room, 'gently' pushed the door open, and then closed it.

The room was larger than expected, with a large table in the middle.

Coincidentally, it happened to be the place where the Slytherin seniors had met before.

Because it is a basement, there is no light, and there is only a little dim light in the whole room.

Tossing Malfoy aside like a chick, Dudley slowly leaned down and looked at him condescendingly, "Hey, young man, it's just the two of us now, and no one knows what I do to you." ”

Especially when no one knows these words, they are accented.

Dudley's compassionate words made Malfoy feel a chill all over his body.