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Chapter 241 Malfoy’s bad experience of not enrolling in school

Harry's mouth twitched.

Ron and Hermione had carefully recalled all the details about Snape in an attempt to nail down the fact that he was a transformed bat.

"Recovered as before." Harry silently restored the test paper that Snape had torn into pieces, and then asked softly: "Ron, do you want to refer to it for reference?"

“It’s not appropriate for freshmen to hand in blank papers on the first day of admission.”

Ron was stunned for a moment, his expression slightly unnatural.

However, this unnaturalness only lasted for a moment, and then he bowed and took the test papers from Harry and Hermione with both hands, "I didn't preview them this time. I will write them myself next time."

Hermione heard the words and swallowed back the preaching words.

Harry looked at Ron deeply and said nothing.

Sometimes the test paper is not something you can write clearly if you want to. I hope Ron can understand this after studying.

Of course, Harry absolutely supported Ron's current confidence.

In the carriage where Malfoy was, Russell, who was about to stagger away from Snape, suddenly stopped.

"Mr. Malfoy." Snape said with a straight face, without a hint of smile.

"Mr. Snape!" Draco Malfoy was a little surprised.

His father, Lucius Malfoy, had asked him to pay attention to information from the Head of Slytherin.

Severus Snape, whether during the period when the mysterious man was active or during his downfall, was a person of prominent status, at least relative to the Malfoy family.

During the period when the mysterious man was active, Snape was deeply trusted by that gentleman and had extraordinary attainments in dark magic.

After the mysterious man fell, the Malfoy family, which had surrendered in time, could only occupy a position of school director at Hogwarts with a weak voice.

However, Snape directly became the Head of Slytherin House!

While Lucius was trying his best to win the right to speak on the school board, he lamented Snape's clever methods more than once.

It is said that there is an emperor and a minister, but Snape can be called the 'prime minister of two dynasties'.

"He must be a man of great wealth and deep heart, Draco."

Lucius's voice sounded in little Malfoy's mind again, "But, we need him. Settle the relationship with him, Draco."

Draco tried to get up, but the seat belt held him tight.

He could only tidy up his clothes as much as possible, then straightened up, maintaining the noble demeanor, and continued:

"Mr. Snape, you have always been the person I admire most. The unique Potions Master in the world, the unparalleled spell caster——"

"Okay, Mr. Malfoy." Snape did not accept his pursuit. He continued with a cold face, stretched out his wand and tapped his blank test paper, and said:

"I learned from some annoying guy that you are going to join Slytherin House. Maybe you already know that I am the Head of Slytherin..."

"Pure bloods belong to Slytherin, Mr. Snape." Malfoy said a little proudly, the golden hair on his head fluttering slightly in the wind.

"Slytherin needs more than this, Mr. Malfoy." Snape's tone was similar to that of a well-established aristocrat.

Whenever he opens his mouth, it's as if he's expected to recite a poem with his voice.

"I understand, Mr. Snape. Since I was born, my education has required me to be a perfect Slytherin." Malfoy's eyebrows were serious, but also revealed a sense of matter-of-factness.

Not all of them in this carriage were Slytherin fans, but not surprisingly, they were all pure-blood wizards.

Even if the empty seats in this carriage were bought for twice the price, the money was well spent.

There is no need to see Mudbloods here, and there is no need to smell the Muggle smell that affects the development of wizards.

Draco's words naturally won the approval of everyone in the carriage.

Some young wizards who planned to join Slytherin were impressed by his magnanimity and secretly decided to elect Draco as the new prefect.

Snape was silent for a while. There was no doubt that Draco would become a 'genuine' Slytherin.

Compared to the Harry Potter just now, Malfoy is... no matter...

Well, Snape had to pinch his nose and admit that Malfoy couldn't compare to him in appearance, speech, demeanor, or temperament.

Of course, it was entirely because of Lily, Snape was sure of it.

but! How could a Slytherin not be able to match the stupid muscle genes of the Potter family in terms of performance?

Even if this gene is only 1%, it won’t work!

"Well, Mr. Malfoy." Snape's eyes became stern, "Can you tell me why you haven't finished writing the exam paper yet?"

Draco was startled, and there was a trace of cracks in his perfect demeanor.

He pursed his lips and tried to save himself, "Sir, there are some problems in the test paper. I haven't seen them in the book. So——"

"So?" Snape coldly shattered Draco's fragile recovery, "So you only read first grade books?"

"Didn't your family education tell you that after you have learned the basics, you need to expand and explore on your own?"

"Or does your family not support you in buying books for senior grades?"

"Or maybe your family can't find a suitable private tutor?"

Draco's mouth dropped open in confusion, as did everyone else.

According to common sense, being able to write half of the test paper has surpassed everyone in the 'pure blood' car.

Of course, if it spreads to the entire train, it will only be below two people.

But, as luck would have it, the two people mentioned above are the future Gryffindors.

Even more coincidentally, there is another Gryffindor named Potter.

Snape spent almost all of his euphemisms over the next few years, refuting Draco's half-blank, half-completed and half-wrong papers to perfection.

Draco's head was dizzy and his face became paler, as if a scream bomb had been fired from a close range by Mandrake.

By the way, what should be done with mandrake?

Shouldn't you use unwashed hands and pencil to write answers on a clean white test paper?

Draco's mouth gradually became deflated, and the water in his eyes almost escaped.

"Slytherins don't believe in tears, Mr. Malfoy." Snape showed no mercy.

The magical beasts were so cute, and his hands never softened during the dissection.

“You may think you’re good enough, but that’s because you haven’t been audited to a high standard.”

"I can only give you 20 points for this paper, Mr. Malfoy, because you hate a certain Gryffindor."

"The one you just met is the Gryffindor who will be very famous."

Draco tried his best to hold back his tears. It had to be said that the Gryffindor that Snape talked about gave him a very powerful feeling in his heart.

"Is it that Potter, Professor?" Draco regained his voice, "I once invited him to join Slytherin, and I tried my best. But he shamefully rejected me and chose to be with the Mudblood."

"He is a Gryffindor, Mr. Malfoy." Snape raised his chin and looked at Malfoy as Malfoy looked at Potter. "This is your mistake. You did not make a calm judgment."

"I will pay attention to it in the future, Mr. Snape." Draco said every word as if he was taking an oath: "I will make him regret it."

"Next, correct the mistakes in this test paper." Snape nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Do it well, I will watch you."

"Yes!" Draco was encouraged, and the little wizards next to him also breathed a sigh of relief.

Snape's air pressure was so low they could barely breathe.

"Mr. Snape, let me ask you a question." Draco pursed his lips and finally said, "How much does Potter score?"

Snape paused before leaving and snorted: "In my opinion, he will always have zero points!"

　Gone.

　　The flu ruined my dream of renewal.

　　The lungs, trachea, and throat spoke in order. It has been a week, and it was just one o'clock today.

　　This time it’s not mycoplasma, azithromycin is useless, I have to use antiviral oral liquid…

　　Why are there so many viruses? It’s harder to live now than when I was a kid...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)