Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

The Slytherin lounge is under the Black Lake, and because of this, all the lights in the lounge are green, and there are many glowing green lights that are chained and caged, hanging from the ceiling .

Although the light in the lounge was a bit strange, this was a pure blood college after all, and they, who boasted a long history, liked to put on a show most of all.

The environment of the lounge is exquisite, carved chairs are placed around, there are many round tables and surrounding sofas that look like small salons, and there is a burning fireplace in the middle, but the place is still dark and cold.

When Felix returned with the freshmen, the seniors had already returned to the lounge first. They didn't all return to the dormitory, but still stayed in the common room in twos and threes.

Charles knew why.

It's because of myself.

They glanced all the way over.

As far as the eye can see, most of them are beautiful witches and handsome wizards, because Slytherin has the largest number of students among the four houses.

Of course, in addition to this appearance, there are also some ugly, abnormal, almost deformed guys. They completely interpret the appearance of the evil wizard and witch in Muggle fairy tales.

This is one of the consequences of consanguinity.

And the behavior of this group of senior students is also very interesting, they are divided into two factions.

One of them is elegant. They either recline on the carved benches in the lounge, or sit obliquely on the small round table, smiling, holding their hands in their arms, taking off their wizard robes to reveal exquisite retro clothes, with a The style of centuries ago.

Unlike Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, who wore ordinary black wizard long robes or Muggle costumes, they didn't look like wizards at all, more like vampires gathering.

And the other kind, like Sirius' crazy cousin, Bella Lestrange, they walk around with exaggerated body movements like tics and hyperactivity, and they don't look graceful at all, It could even be considered unkempt and sloppy.

Charles also knew why.

The situation of the former is a bit like Malfoy, a group of purebloods struggling to survive in the cracks. Even if there are not many Galleons, they still try their best to maintain their face, and because they have not been hit in a few battles, they are still okay. Maintaining the superficial aristocratic demeanor.

The successful preservation of this family also made them look down on other failed pure bloods.

The latter is a situation where the family is already on the verge of fragmentation, either because of wealth, or because of disease, or simply because of the sparse population, and the war with Voldemort.

Many descendants of survivors and Death Eaters will appear crazy and embarrassed. Of course, there are also some people who are born crazy.

Slytherin has never been short of madmen.

Charles noticed that seeing so many Slytherin wizards, even Draco was a little nervous, he swallowed unconsciously, and his face was a little stiff.

Although he always talked about Slytherin and my dad, it was probably the first time he saw such a scene.

There was a little girl next to him who was also nervous, not sure if it was real or not, but anyway, she was leaning gently towards Draco and grabbing his arm.

The little girl looks very cute, she looks a bit like the young Matilda in this killer who is not too cold, this is Pansy Parkinson, Draco's little fan girl, a girl who looks like a poodle as described in the original book .

Some strategy groups said that her prototype was taken from Pansy's first-generation actor in the Prisoner of Azkaban, but Charles felt that the two were not at all similar.

"Girls, come with me."

Sandra's voice came from ahead.

"Boys follow me."

Then came Felix's voice.

Because of the small number of people in Slytherin, the dormitory is for two people. If the Gryffindor Tower is a classic university-style student dormitory for four or six people, and it is lively every day, then Slytherin is a postgraduate student dormitory. Villa building.

The environment is better, the space is larger, and the distance between people is also farther.

"Gregory Gore, Vincent Crabbe."

Felix called out two names and pointed to a dormitory.

There is no so-called prefect duel, and there is no so-called opening speech by Snape. The beginning of school is the beginning of school. Isn't this something to be happy about?

"Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini."

Zabini is also one of the pure bloods, but not the 28 pure bloods. It does not mean that if he is not in the 28 pure bloods, he is not a pure blood. You know, the pure blood list was published in the third century In the 1900s, there was no so-called pure blood in that period, it was just an act of putting gold on one's face.

Zabini is a handsome guy, he is very confident about his appearance and everything related, even conceited, and because of this appearance, he is also one of the favorite male supporting roles of female authors.

His good looks were inherited from his mother, Mrs. Zabini, a well-known beautiful witch, who is now single and has had seven husbands.

Because of his appearance, Zabini has high vision and is also a typical Slytherin. In the sixth grade, he once said that Ginny Weasley is indeed a beauty, even in his eyes.

But given her filthy blood as a traitor, he wouldn't touch her even if she [REDACTED].

There were not many students in Slytherin, and after removing the girls and reading a few sets of names, it was Shire's turn, or in other words, he happened to be left alone.

But at this moment, Felix suddenly put away the list, took a light step, and blocked the door of the next dormitory that Charles was walking towards.

"I think."

"Monsieur Diamo."

"I have some very sad news to tell you."

"We've run out of dormitories. This year's freshmen just happened to occupy all the dormitories. There are no extra rooms."

He said in a calm voice, looking at Ciel with a smile on his face.

The surroundings seemed to be quiet all of a sudden.

. . .

Ciel could feel countless pairs of eyes watching him from behind him, the senior students who stayed in the common room specially, and the freshmen men and women who had not yet entered the dormitory.

This is the moment they've been waiting for.

Charles already knew that when he entered Slytherin, he would face provocations sooner or later, but this scene came earlier and more subtly than he imagined.

The situation in the game is similar. As an open game, of course there is no rigid routine. Except for a few fixed main plots and time points, everything changes at will. A whole new experience and experience.

But many details are still somewhat routine. For example, the provocation at this point in time usually comes from disputes with other young wizards.

It was the first time that there was direct pressure from the senior year. . Also more reasonable.

Charles was silent for a moment.

Although I have never encountered such a situation in the game, the plot in the game is originally changing in real time, and there is no fixed strategy in the details.

"I thought that I was also one of the freshmen in this class."

he said.

"perhaps."

Felix, who stood in front of Charles, was still unmoved, he kept smiling and said two words.

"Here is my luggage, then."

"Sent by the house-elf."

There seemed to be a momentary change in Felix's smile, it was like a sneer, a mockery.

He gestured to Charles to wait a moment, then opened the door of the dormitory behind him, and took a look with his head.

"Sorry, no luggage for you."

Then he turned his head and smiled again.

In the rear, in the common room, there was already faint laughter.

Charles fell silent again.

He was thinking about whether he should do it, whether he should do it, what if he didn't do it, what if he did, if it was in a game, he would have drawn out his wand by now.

But here, under Dumbledore's eyes, strength must be displayed sooner or later, but it also depends on the occasion and location, and it must be clever enough.

. . Maybe, now?

"Well, then, Mr. Diamo, I'm sorry for the situation. Now, you may be able to rest in the common room until we have a new room available."

Seeing that Charles didn't respond, Felix said with a constant smile.

He didn't smell any dangerous breath emerging.

In the back, Draco kept watching the joke until Ciel fell silent.

But suddenly, he seemed to think of something funny.

"He shares a room with me."

Draco spoke.

For a moment, all eyes were on Draco.

Draco flustered briefly, but soon he puffed out his chest in a typical Malfoy stance.

"He shares a room with me."

he repeated.

"One more dormitory for Zabini."

Zabini: ? ?

"are you sure."

"Malfoy."

asked Felix.

"certainly."

Facing Felix's questioning, Draco was a little nervous, but he insisted.

Felix was a little puzzled. He didn't know why Malfoy would intervene halfway. Could this half-breed have something to do with the Malfoy family, but he hadn't heard of it.

"You want a fun little pet, Malfoy."

At this time, in the common room, a senior girl asked a question. Her voice was very sticky, and it sounded as sticky as pink rose sugar.

It's Mules Carroll, one of the twenty-eight pure-blood families, a fourth-year student.

Draco raised his chin and nodded modestly.

Charles had put his wand back into his sleeve calmly, seeing this familiar gesture, he was not surprised at all.

Because it's very Malfoy.

Mulles covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly. She was beautiful, well-dressed, and beautiful.

"I want a pet too... Draco."

"Why don't you let your little pet share a room with Zabini, how about you come to my place?"

A girl next to her laughed too.

Draco obviously panicked for a moment, and Charles even noticed that the tips of his ears were red, but he still rejected Mullers.

"I don't want to suffer from some strange disease like my grandfather."

He said bluntly.

Draco's words obviously made Mulles very unhappy, but she still smiled reservedly, as if Draco was not talking about her again.

The conversation here ended, Felix probably knew the reason, this time he didn't ask any more questions, just nodded to Draco, and left here.

The senior students in the common room began to disperse, and Prefect Sandra took the girls back to the dormitory. Goyle and Crabbe couldn't wait to go back to their rooms and get ready for bed.

"What are you still standing there for?"

Draco said suddenly.

"Or, maybe you really think the common room is better than the dormitory."

After that, he opened the dormitory door and walked in.