The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

The Orientation Party at Hogwarts, to be precise, a dinner party, aside from eating, drinking and singing a school song, there was nothing too surprising about it.

Dumbledore, whom Lupin madly admired, was tall and tall, with silver-white hair and long beard, and wore a wizarding robe with purple undertones embellished with stars.

Snape was still half-dead, except for the occasional moment when his eyes glanced over a corner of the Gryffindor long table, and he was a little moved.

Lao Si didn't notice Anton, obviously all his attention was drawn to some cute little boy.

Mag with a serious face, Rocky with a heavy turban, Sprout with a hat full of patches, Flitwick, who is short but amiable, and Hagrid who is tall...

After the dinner, it's bedtime.

Led by the prefect, he went down the long stone spiral staircase and came to a stone wall.

The female prefect's name is Gemma Farley, and the male prefect's name is Farne Goldstein.

"The slogan is 'Pride'." Prefect Fane held his head high, and the freshmen could only see his nostrils. "This is a slogan specially set for freshmen. I hope you can remember the quality of our Slytherins!"

After chanting the slogan, the stone wall splits to both sides, a bright common room with a fire lit in the fireplace, and the walls are full of torches.

The window of the lounge is very large, and you can see the rippling lake outside, and from time to time, unknown small animals swim past the window.

Obviously, this bedroom is under the lake in front of the castle.

Anton didn't feel the moisture, so he touched the wall. Obviously, the powerful magic guarantees the minimum living conditions.

The bedroom is very large, with a tall four-poster bed with green silk drapery hanging on it, and the bedspread is also green, embroidered with silver thread to embroider the pattern of a big snake.

"Yes, but why should I live in the same bedroom with him!"

Just when Anton looked around with interest, Decola was yelling angrily at the prefect.

Prefect Fane gently patted his hand, "Freshmen only have an arranged destiny. What you should do is how to adapt to this arrangement so that you can feel better!"

Draco clenched his fists and looked at him coldly, "Don't use your ridiculous prefect title to arrange for me, my father is the school manager."

"Hahaha..." Fane smiled and touched his delicate temples, "It's as if someone's father is not the school manager."

He lowered his head and stared at Draco closely, "Junior, the first class, respect the seniors, especially the prefects."

Bang!

Draco drew an arc in front of Anton and hit the bed.

His two little followers ran over quickly, and Blake nervously went to help him, "Are you all right?"

Draco threw it away and stared at Prefect Fane, "I remember you."

Fane laughed, "I'm honored."

Then, he came over again, looked down at Anton mockingly, "Oh, I know, poor child, living with three people who hate you, you will have a hard time in the future."

"But you heard it clearly, darling, don't make trouble for the prefect, the prefect won't trouble you, okay?"

He gracefully helped An Dong tidy up his collar, "So, after being bullied, just hide under the covers and cry, don't make trouble."

Anton smacked his mouth and looked at him curiously, "You just attacked Draco, can you attack your classmates like this at school?"

The prefect pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was used to it, "It's no big deal, this is Slytherin, understand? Everyone compares to background, power, and excellence, of course, we are still better than Strength."

As if he was watching a joke, he patted An Dong's little face lightly, "The weak eat the strong, boy, learn to respect the strong."

Anton smiled clearly, "Understood."

His eyes suddenly turned into python-like vertical pupils, and his body quickly transformed into a huge viper, the thickest part of which was as thick as a big truck tire.

The terrifying python quickly wrapped around the prefect's body and twisted it hard.

"Animags!"

"how is this possible!"

"Newborns are monsters!"

This senior in the senior year obviously had some combat experience. In addition to screaming, he cast an iron armor spell on himself in a panic.

But that's the end of it.

The snake's tail twitched, pushing the prefect's face with force, and fanning the wand in his hand.

Orochi's huge head extended to the roof of the bedroom, lowered his head, and looked at him coldly with a pair of vertical pupils.

Draco's two little servants jumped onto the bed in fright and hugged Draco tightly. The young master also stepped back to the deepest part of the bed with his legs. The three of them swallowed together.

The big snake sighed softly, "I thought the magic school was an ivory tower."

He twisted forcefully, the iron armor spell on the prefect's body seemed a little overwhelmed, and a swaying magical light began to emerge.

The big snake leaned his head beside the prefect's ear, and the icy scales gently slid beside his cheeks. This arrogant senior who only had nostrils now only shivered with fear.

"Dear prefect, have I earned respect now?"

The prefect nodded as if pecking at rice, and looked at the big mouth in fear.

"Really?" Orochi was obviously excited, "You didn't lie?"

"Really!" The prefect's voice was trembling and frightened.

Pa~www.readwn.com~ The prefect fell to the ground. Anton had recovered. He was obviously very happy. He stretched out his hand to pull the prefect up, and stood on tiptoe to clean up the messy collar of the prefect.

"Looks like I've won respect?"

The prefect stared closely at his white and tender little hands moving around his neck. This was his favorite movement, but now there is only fear left, "Yes... yes."

"Great!" The little wizard was obviously very happy, with a clean and pure smile, waving his small fists, "Before entering school, my aunt kept reminding me to get along with my classmates, to actively integrate into the group, and not to be so withdrawn, it seems that I do arrive."

He turned his head and smiled at the three of Draco, his smile was so brilliant, his white teeth looked a little distorted under the Slytherin light selected by the waves.

"Are you right?"

The three nodded in unison.

Anton was very happy and hugged the prefect hard, "Thank you for your teaching, prefect, good night."

The prefect twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally just said "good night", then raised his head and walked out proudly, but the mechanical steps of his legs seemed so stiff.

"Then, my lovely roommates, good night."

The three said in unison, "Good night."

"It's a beautiful day." Anton stretched his waist and walked to the bed closest to the window, looked at the figure of a huge octopus swimming by the window, and said, "I like Hogwarts, I like St. Laitlin, that's great."

"Quack quack."

He was originally worried that a series of bad habits developed by the old wizard would affect his life in this ivory tower where white magic is prevalent. But obviously not, he has a kind of happiness like a duck in water, which is good.

A beautiful sleep.