svetikya Chapter 54 Draco Malfoy's Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 54 Draco Malfoy's Unexpected Encounter
Chapter 54 Draco Malfoy's Unexpected Encounter (Fourth Update)
When Draco Malfoy woke up from his dream, his face was covered in sweat.
He had a nightmare.
In the dream, his father scolded him severely, reprimanding him for not being able to distinguish between a pure-blood wizard and a Mudblood.
"Who does Slack Angus think he is? You're following him around like a house-elf? You've completely disgraced the Malfoy family!"
Draco Malfoy couldn't help but gasp when he recalled his father's words in his dream.
He longed for his father's approval more than anyone else, and he was also more afraid of being scolded by his father than anyone else.
Although a mother will always be the first to comfort him, what son doesn't want to receive praise from his father?
Malfoy sighed, turned his head to look at Slack, wanting to talk to him again about the wizarding family.
He wanted to subtly inquire about the Slack family and confirm that the Slacks were indeed from a pure-blood wizarding family.
"Slack, are you asleep?"
Malfoy rubbed his eyes and asked casually.
The dormitory was eerily quiet at that moment. Not only could Slack's reply not be heard, but Crabbe and Gore's snoring was also completely absent.
Damn it, have all the people in the dorm disappeared?
Malfoy looked up abruptly, only to find that of the four beds in the dormitory, he was the only one still sleeping in one.
Slack, his henchmen Crabbe and Goyle, have all vanished without a trace, as if they had conspired to abandon him!
Damn it, what on earth happened?
Without thinking twice, Malfoy threw on his wizard's robes and leaped off his warm bed.
The fireplace in the dormitory was still radiating heat, and the firewood was still crackling inside. A squid, which had swum in from who-knows-where, was now leisurely hanging outside the window, quietly watching the people inside the dormitory.
Despite the silence, Draco Malfoy felt a chill run through his body. He instinctively shook his head, banishing the bad thoughts from his mind.
Draco Malfoy hurriedly dressed and walked to the dormitory door in a few steps. He was about to reach out and push the door open when he instinctively froze.
He went back to his dorm room and stood in front of the mirror.
Malfoy stood in front of the mirror, fixing his appearance. He combed his hair back, smoothed out the wrinkles in his wizard's robes with his wand, and even reattached the Slytherin badge to his collar to avoid looking flustered.
He is of pure blood, from the Twenty-Eight Sacred Clans.
Whether it was his father's teachings from a young age or the pride of a pure-blood family, everything was telling him a very obvious fact.
He cannot lack manners, nor can he appear before outsiders in a flustered manner like a mixed-race or Mudblood.
Purebloods have their own pride, but also their own constraints.
Malfoy sighed, gently patted his face, and after confirming that he had regained his arrogant expression in the mirror, he slowly opened the dormitory door.
Slytherin's common room and bedroom are both located underground.
Although the entrance is in the Great Hall, the Slytherin Common Room actually extends down into the shipyard through a long corridor.
This is why the entire Slytherin common room is designed like a small island situated on the edge of a series of rivers.
The lake, seemingly originating from nowhere, surrounds the students' dormitories, making them stand out from the other colleges.
If the common room were even a little further out, Slytherin House would have to be moved out of Hogwarts Castle.
As Malfoy walked toward the lounge, his mind wandered unconsciously.
"Never get too absorbed in what other people are saying, or you'll look like a silly house-elf."
Draco Malfoy's father's teachings resurfaced in his mind, making his frivolous expression even more pronounced.
The common room wasn't far from Malfoy's bedroom; he could get there by simply walking through the upperclassmen's corridor and up the steps.
That place was much warmer and more comfortable than the dormitory.
Moreover, his father had taught him that Slytherin study groups would usually meet in the common room first, and then find a quiet place to conduct their studies.
These secluded places are usually empty dorm rooms, or secret rooms and passageways hidden within Hogwarts.
As Malfoy pondered this, he secretly envied the older students who walked past him.
They were all arrogant and hurried, none of them stopping because they came from the Malfoy family, as if they were just ordinary little wizards.
Of course, if they are of Mudblood or mixed race, they might even deliberately wrinkle their brows and cover their noses, as if they were two different creatures.
It's cruel, it's unfair, but that's Slytherin.
The real world is just as cruel and unfair; they just let the students experience that earlier.
Malfoy, recalling his father's teachings, walked calmly, showing no anger at being slighted.
only----
Are there more people here tonight?
Malfoy looked at the people hurrying by beside him with a puzzled expression, and subconsciously wondered where Slack had gone. He was becoming increasingly curious.
Such a grand scene, without Slack's appearance, just feels a bit off.
Malfoy was puzzled, as were the Slytherins in the common room.
The wizards sitting in the common room now are all senior Slytherins, or more precisely, the leaders of the various top Slytherin groups.
Unlike Gryffindor, where people can form cliques simply by sharing similar quirks.
Slytherins have their own rules; their organization is tight-knit and ruthless, and each member follows a set tradition.
Today, among the many groups in Slytherin, the Ritual Group, the Curse Group, and the Poison Group are the most renowned.
The rituals have a long history, said to date back to the years after Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts, but time is both something they can be proud of and a source of their decline.
The passage of time has greatly diminished their status; in the eyes of the other two groups, they are nothing more than an old thing that is barely clinging to life.
Therefore, the chair where the head of the ceremony group was seated was furthest from the fireplace in the common lounge.
Sitting in the high-backed sofa, Apollo Greenus's gaze lingered on the two leaders of the Curses and Poisons groups. He listened to their sarcastic remarks but did not participate.
"Mr. Slack Anguis's origins are unknown. I have inquired with the elders in my family, and there is no pure-blooded family with the surname Anguis."
Sitting to the left of the fireplace, William Flint, the leader of the Curses group, said casually, "And we've already extended an invitation to Anguis, but he hasn't responded for two days. This can only mean one thing—"
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William Flint had just finished speaking when his brother Marcus Flint, standing behind him, immediately added to the story.
"Angus has something to hide and dares not participate in the group, lest we discover that he is not a pure-blood."
No one can refuse the invitation from the Curse Group. Even the most arrogant and ignorant student will respectfully express their regret immediately after refusing.
There's only one possibility for a wizard like Slack Anguill to pretend nothing's wrong: he's either a half-blood or a Mudblood and is afraid of being seen through by older wizards.
After Marcus Flint finished speaking, he and William Flint looked across at each other.
The Poison Group sat right across from them. Unlike the Brothers Group, which had a current leader and a successor leader, the Poison Group only judged by its results.
Eldick Selwyn, who achieved 0 in 12 subjects last year and especially took Potions as an elective, is the leader of this year's Poisons Group.
Compared to this most prestigious meeting of the three group leaders, he preferred to stay in his dormitory researching poisons that could cause death.
Eldick Selwyn turned his head and glanced at Yena Yaxley standing behind him.
"You sent an invitation?"
Yena Yaxley slowly nodded, her expression unusually serious.
Because the answer is obvious: if Slack Anguis didn't join the Cursed Group or the Poisons Group, then where could he go?
The two team leaders turned their heads in tacit agreement and looked at Apollo Gringnas, who was sitting at the bottom of the table and had been observing coldly.
"Little Sun, what's your answer?" William asked with a flippant sarcasm.
Eldick Selwyn stared coldly at Apollo Gringnas, the head of the ritual group, with eyes that seemed to be filled with poison.
However, compared to the two groups with a history of only a hundred years, Apollo Gringnas, as the head of the ritual group, had his own pride.
Instead of answering the two team leaders' questions directly, he first scoffed.
"It's already shocking enough that they've sent out invitations to first-year students less than a week into the semester."
As Apollo spoke, he examined the ring on his hand as if it were imbued with a spell that could grant immortality.
"It's even more ridiculous that after hearing that the freshman didn't perform well in Transfiguration, he regretted his decision and wanted to find a reason to reject him."
At this point, Apollo Gringnas didn't directly answer the two team leaders' questions, but instead stood up on his own.
"I don't think there's any need to continue this boring meeting, is there?"
"We advance and retreat together, our organization is tight-knit, and our succession is orderly," William said unmoved. "Stop complaining, little sun. We just want your answer."
"No, Slack didn't come to me," Apollo said, turning around. "He also didn't indicate any inclination to join the group, and these two can testify to that."
As soon as Apollo finished speaking, everyone noticed that there were two first-year students standing behind his chair.
These two freshmen, one tall and clumsy, the other clumsy and tall, were none other than Crabbe and Goyle, the two little followers that only Malfoy cared about.
The two men were completely oblivious to their own need to speak until Apollo gently patted them on the shoulder, at which point they snapped out of their daze and nodded frantically.
"Yes, yes! Slack never told us about this."
The two said in unison.
"Is it possible that nobody wants to talk to you about this kind of thing?" Yena Yaxley deftly came to Slack's rescue. "You guys really don't seem like people you can talk to."
"Then who can we consult?" Apollo Gringnas scratched his sideburns, completely unconcerned about Yena's overstepping her bounds. "That young master Malfoy? Does he know any spells?"
Will he?
Definitely not.
Apart from his surname, Malfoy, Draco Malfoy has nothing to be proud of.
The other two team leaders smiled calmly upon hearing this, exchanged a glance, and already knew the answer in their hearts.
"Alright, let's settle this agreement here." Eldick was getting impatient and wanted to end the meeting as soon as possible. "The three groups agree to refuse Slack Anguis's participation."
"As for the rest of the groups," William said, glancing around at the other upperclassmen in the lounge, "I expect you to stand with us."
"In other words, consider Slyke Anguis as a Mudblood for now. I think you understand what I mean, purebloods," Apollo continued.
The other group leaders stood up, drew their wands, and indicated their willingness to join in the rejection of Slack Anguius.
Just moments after everyone had expressed their opinions, someone suddenly asked, "Who will be the one to inform Slack Anguis?"
No one answered.
Since the decision has already been made to consider Slack Anguis a Mudblood, any contact with him is a disgrace.
A pure-blood wizard would never do something so degrading.
Just then, the door to the lounge suddenly opened.
Malfoy, with his habitually haughty demeanor, slowly walked into the lounge.
But the next second, he couldn't maintain his arrogant demeanor.
Why are all these senior group leaders gathered here, and why is everyone's gaze fixed on me?