Harry Potter and the Attack of the Squibs

Then Professor McGonagall announced the start of the sorting ceremony, and the freshmen entered the castle one by one.

When it was Luke's turn, the scene at the beginning happened.

The hall was silent, Luke looked around, and then returned to calm.

"Sorry."

He sighed, put the sorting hat back on the chair, and walked to the long table of Slytherin House.

"Lamina Watts!"

Professor McGonagall's voice instantly calmed everyone down.

But it was obvious that the little wizards were absent-minded.

If a freshman loudly declared that he was a squib at the sorting ceremony was not explosive enough, then his admission to Slytherin was definitely enough.

All the Slytherins on the entire long table followed Luke's eyes until he found an empty seat and sat down.

The uneasy whispers in the crowd were like the hissing of a venomous snake.

The following sorting ceremony was uneventful and ended quickly. Professor McGonagall took away the parchment and sorting hat for recording.

Then it was time for the headmaster to speak.

"Idiot! Crybaby! Leftovers! Twist!"

The feast began.

Lu Ke turned around and looked around.

The Slytherins were not very interested in the food in front of them. Even though they looked hungry, they ate slowly and reservedly.

At this time, a girl he met on the train finally couldn't help asking Lu Ke, "What do you think of Slytherin?"

Lu Ke slowly turned his head and looked at the girl calmly.

"If I enter Gryffindor, I will soon become the leader of the students, but Slytherin..."

Lu Ke's tone was very flat, and the bitter smile on his face was very frivolous.

"Slytherin is indeed a place where it is not easy for leaders to emerge."

The Slytherins in a small area around him all smiled reservedly.

Standard pure-blood pride, they are ashamed of Gryffindor-style impulsiveness and regard themselves as "people with their own opinions."

"You just said you are a... Squib?"

The girl who asked the question was obviously a little curious, and a little afraid of touching Lu Ke's sore spot.

But in fact, Lu Ke didn't care at all.

He smiled calmly: "It's true."

"I'm sorry..."

Lu Ke smiled and shook his head: "No, you didn't do anything wrong, because I'm really a Squib."

He picked up the goblet on the side and took a sip of pumpkin juice: "Never feel sorry for telling the truth."

The Slytherins around laughed.

Yes, this is the temperament and pride that pure blood should have. If Slytherin wants to apologize for telling the truth, then all the students in Slytherin must apologize ten thousand times in front of Gryffindor.

The Slytherins began to think that Lu Ke might be a good person.

He didn't want to enter Slytherin, and he loudly declared that he was a Squib.

This made him look arrogant and unsociable.

But this Slytherin.

As for whether he is really a Squib?

How is it possible.

Is there such a Slytherin Squib in the world?

"I think you will soon change your opinion of Slytherin," a girl who looked like a senior raised her glass to Lu Ke, "Although it is difficult to become the leader of Slytherin, you will get real strong supporters, not a group of..." She smiled meaningfully and glanced at the long table of Gryffindor, omitting the following words. Lu Ke smiled and picked up a piece of roast beef from the table and stuffed it into his mouth: "I hope the process is not too simple, after all, according to blood..." He smiled and shook his head, then frowned and swallowed the food in his mouth, and replaced it with a piece of lamb chop. "I am a descendant of the dragon." The Slytherins around exchanged glances secretly. "Are you from the East?" Lu Ke nodded: "A place where the food is better." The Slytherins smiled reservedly. To discuss whether the food is delicious, you need free time and money, and only pure blood has free time and money. This is another standard Slytherin-style speech. "Hogwarts' house-elves' cooking skills are not bad, but they always lack refinement."

Even purebloods would not think that Hogwarts' food is so bad, but Slytherins are against it.

Luce tasted all the food on the table in front of him with an embarrassed look on his face.

"The roast meat was overcooked, the outside was burnt and the inside was not cooked, the chicken was too dry, the blood in the lamb was not drained clean, and the smell was too strong, the steak was overcooked, the potatoes were from the wrong place of origin, and those from areas with high rainfall are not suitable for cooking, the fish is very fresh, but the mud smell is too strong, and the ketchup is too sweet."

Finally, he took a sip of pumpkin juice: "Pumpkin juice is very delicious."

The Slytherins put down their knives and forks in embarrassment.

They didn't think that the food on the table was really full of shortcomings as Luke said, but after hearing that professional review, they did feel uncomfortable eating it.

So everyone raised their glasses.

"Welcome to Slytherin, Mr. Luke, or should I call you... Your Excellency the Grand Duke?"

The witty words of the senior girls made everyone smile reservedly.

"If possible, I'll treat you to some dishes from my hometown next time. Of course, they won't be so... colorful."

Luce really wanted to try it. According to Hermione's experience, the house-elves at Hogwarts were always very polite to the little wizards.

The Slytherins looked at each other.

Among purebloods, banquets are a necessary means of bonding, but it is the first time in the entire history of Slytherin that Lu Ke has extended an invitation at the sorting ceremony dinner.

This mysterious wizard from the far east is indeed a standard nobleman. As he said himself, he is a descendant of the dragon and is worthy of being a pureblood with a long history.

"It would be a great honor, if I may."

At this time, Lu Ke had no idea that he had unconsciously been reserved because of the behavior of the Slytherins around him, and coupled with his indifference due to his age advantage, he had become a noble man from a distant ancient country in the eyes of Slytherins. Pureblood.

He just picked up the dessert that just appeared in front of him without hesitation to fill his still empty stomach: of course, in a standard Slytherin pure-blood reserved manner.

The dinner ended quickly, and under the command of Dumbledore, everyone sang the school song.

Of course, the Slytherin side was the loudest and the Gryffindor table on the other side was the loudest.

Then they started to go back to the dormitory.

Coincidentally, the person responsible for leading the new students in Slytherin was the senior girl sitting in front of Lu Ke.

"So since you are interested in my position, what methods are you going to use, Your Excellency Grand Duke Lu Ke?"

Lu Ke couldn't help but laugh.

"If it were in my hometown, I would need to win the hearts of all your supporters, but I think here, there will be another tradition."

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