Harry took a deep breath, and suddenly realized that the Slytherin in front of him was a little different from what he and Uncle Munn had imagined to be Slytherin.

Then, for some reason, a smile appeared on his face and he strode into it.

That's interesting, isn't it?

The common room is a long, narrow, low basement with rough stone walls and ceiling, rounded, greenish lamps chained and hung from the ceiling.

Under the beautifully carved fireplace, a flame crackles and burns, and many of the objects throughout the lounge are so delicate that they look like they are worth a lot.

Inside, there seems to be a discussion of something:

"I'm betting he'll be able to do it until May."

"Don't think about it, he used to teach Muggle studies, and he taught that kind of class, and he had the ability to have a few children. If you want me to say, he won't be able to bear it for three months at most. ”

"I don't think he will be able to make it through in March. I met him at the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and he was stammering and looking soft. ”

"Then let's take a gamble, I'll take ten Galleons."

"I'll bet eight."

……

As soon as Harry stepped inside, he was keenly aware of the gaze around him coming towards him. The inexplicable discussion just now was much quieter.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Rayden Hewitt walked over and put his arm around Harry's shoulder, showing that the two of them were very good in front of everyone.

"What were you just discussing?" Harry was curious.

"We're talking Quirrell." "No Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts can work for more than a year.

It is said that the former mystery man wanted to be the teacher of Defence Against the Dark Arts, but was rejected by Headmaster Dumbledore. Then he held a grudge and cursed the position.

Since then, no one has been able to teach in this position for a year. ”

"So there is such a saying, thank you." Harry nodded in thanks, then said, "I'm sorry, I'd like to tidy up my bedroom." ”

"Of course, I'll accompany you to the dormitory."

Harry had no choice but to follow him to the bedroom. Unfortunately, however, he and Draco slept in the same trio.

Well, it doesn't matter anymore ...

In the common room, the crowd watched as Redden and Harry walked up and began to talk to each other again, but this time, the subject had changed.

"Do you want to touch it? I think it's nice to be able to make friends with the famous Harry Potter, and he's the only blood in the Potter family, and the prefect guy has already started to get in touch with him. ”

"The prefect is a fart." Someone said disdainfully: "If it weren't for his lack of background and his obedience, Professor Snape would have been able to give him a prefect?!" He just wants to rub his halo and leave him alone. ”

"Don't worry, Potter is famous, but don't forget, there are still people here who hold a grudge against him."

"What do they want to do?"

"How do I know, all I know is that if it weren't for Potter, the parents of some of our classmates wouldn't be locked up in Azkaban."

"Let's take a look at it again. I heard that the guy had a conflict with the Malfoys on the train. Then it's better to wait for the conflict between them to end, someone will not be able to bear it. ”

"They must be glad that Potter was sent to Slytherin, and if they had gone to Gryffindor, they wouldn't have found a chance to get revenge on Potter. Those reckless men will surely protect him to death. ”

"I said, can you stop mentioning those guys?!"

……

……

The next morning, Harry got up early, changed into a light suit, walked out of the common room, and began to run around the castle.

After more than ten minutes, he saw a figure appear on the edge of the Hogwarts meadows, pacing slowly, the hair on his face fluttering with the morning breeze.

As he walked forward, Harry stopped and waved his hand, "Uncle Muen." ”

Mu En nodded: "Call me Jones at school, of course, Captain." ”

Harry was stunned for a moment, then straightened up and said, "Oh, Captain! My Captain! ”

"Stinky boy." Mu En couldn't help but laugh dumbly: "How did you feel on your first night at Hogwarts?" ”

"It's okay, it's just that Slytherin and I'm thinking it's a little off." Harry said.

"Deviation?" Mu En was a little curious.

"No, hmm... Okay, I think I can handle it. But I didn't expect it to be in the same bedroom as Draco, the Malfoy guys. ”

"You didn't have a conflict?" Seeing that Harry didn't want to say more, Muen followed the topic he shifted.

"Not last night, because they came to me yesterday on the Hogwarts Extra and got me in trouble, and I ran them away." Harry said.

Mu En nodded, and then turned to say, "From today onwards, you add one more homework." ”

I saw him wave his right hand slightly, and with a smack, his sleeve robe rolled.

At another glance, a wand appeared in his hand.

"Normally, I recommend hiding this little wand in the sleeve of your underwear so that you can take it out at any time, which is a little trick in a magic duel." Muen explained.

Harry tucked his wand into his sleeve, only to find it too loose and it would slip all the time. Flicking it outward, before he could catch it, the wand fell straight into the grass.

"So, it's a skill that needs to be practiced." Mu En said, "Do you know why most wizards have the habit of wearing robes? ”

Harry shook his head, dazed.

Mu En retracted the wand into his cuff again: "Because the robe is wide enough, it can hide a lot of potions and spell casting materials. In line with the wizard's fighting philosophy, which is: never let anyone know how many hole cards you have.

Hide it, hide everything you have. Always let the enemy underestimate you so you can get more opportunities. ”

After explaining, Mu En's hand was raised slightly forward, and a branch that fell in the grass flew straight towards him.

Then he swiped his palm on the branch, turning it into a wand.

Muen handed the fake wand to Harry, "In the future, never let anyone know that you still have a wand in your sleeve that you can access at any time. ”

"I see—" Harry thought for a moment.

"Of course." Mu En nodded: "By the way, you will also use this fake wand in class in the future." ”

Hearing this, Harry took a deep breath and nodded, "I'll do it." ”

At this moment, the two also walked into the castle, and in the corner corridor, they happened to bump into a figure.

"Oh! Wave... Wave... Potter," Professor Quirrell happened to be in contact with the two of them, and he saw that Harry looked very excited, "I saw you said... Unspeakable... High... Glad! ”

"Hello, Professor Quirrell." Harry was embarrassed.

"I... I never thought you'd go... Go to Slytherin! Quirrell said with some surprise.

"I think the Slytherin philosophy is good." Harry said. I silently added in my heart: "It's just an idea!" ”

He saw a welcome letter for new students at the bedside last night, and the content of the letter probably said: We don't just recruit purebloods, you can see that many of our young wizards are half-bloods, and at least one of their parents is Muggles or something, and even said that Merlin is also from Slytherin...

In Harry's opinion, this welcome letter is all about covering, especially when combined with the password "pure-blood", which is intertwined with a kind of magicalism.

And... Oh, my God! If he hadn't been familiar with history, he would have been fooled, Merlin was at least six or seven hundred years older than Slytherin.

At that time, not to mention Slytherin House, Slytherin himself hadn't even come out yet.

"Oh, yes... Yes! Quirrell seemed pleased with Harry's words, and after saying that, he turned to look at Muen, "Mr. Jones, what are you looking at?" ”

Mu En withdrew his eyes and looked at the scarf on his head, and felt a little presumptuous, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm just a little curious, this scarf looks extraordinary." ”

In Mu En's opinion, this scarf is too clean, unusually clean. This is not to be physically clean, but rather to mean that it does not have any smell leaking out except for the garlic smell.

It's as if in a gray and chaotic world, someone has forcibly inserted a single color block with modification software.

Abrupt! Perverse!

"Yes... This... It was a gift from an African prince. Quirrell said, then nodded at the two of them, "I'll first... I said goodbye first, I haven't come back for a long time, I have to admit it again... Get to know the castle. ”