Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 16 Why doesn't Damon White belong to Slytherin?

Damon practiced spells in the Room of Requirement for an entire afternoon.

Before he actually started, he had never thought that he could burst out with such enthusiasm for magic.

He never tired of the simple and boring repetitive casting of spells - the tip of the wand flickered, and he felt that he could never get tired of watching it.

Not to mention, with his expert-level talent for spells, he could sense the direction and method of optimization almost every time he cast a spell, and could feel his own progress every time he cast a spell.

It felt like he had entered a somatosensory RPG game, and at this moment he was constantly upgrading and working hard to defeat the big devil in the future. It felt so wonderful.

It was not until dinner time that he stopped casting the spell with a sense of reluctance. It was also at this time that he realized that he was actually quite mentally exhausted.

"It seems I'm a little overexcited."

Damon shook his head and left the Room of Requirement and headed for the cafeteria on the first floor.

Damon took a copy of the Prophet Evening News from the owl, which was still an all-meat feast, and read it while eating.

"I haven't seen you all afternoon. Did you go out to have fun with them?"

Damon looked up—it was Hermione.

"No, I found a quiet place to read."

"Really? What have you been reading? Today I read a book called 'The Growth and Changes of Magical Plants'. It's quite interesting. It talks about a lot of strange phenomena of magical plants. There's also a book called 'The Magic of Quidditch'. Oh! Do you know Quidditch? I found out it's quite famous in the wizarding world."

Whenever Hermione started talking about the books she had read, she would start talking at length and would not stop until she had finished speaking.

Damon put down the evening paper in his hand, listened to her with a smile, and nodded from time to time - this made Hermione's cheeks turn red visibly.

She suddenly realized for the first time that she seemed to be speaking too quickly, leaving others no chance to interrupt, which was a bit rude.

"Oh, did I say too much?"

Hermione stopped talking at the right moment and motioned for Damon to speak, but at this moment, four figures running around, steaming, sat down on Damon's left and right sides. "Damon, where were you this afternoon? Did you know there's a giant squid in the Black Lake?"

"And it was pretty friendly! It even let me pet its head!"

Several people were discussing what they had seen and heard in the afternoon. Hermione, who was sitting opposite them, saw that their conversation was interrupted, raised her brows slightly, and stopped talking.

Damon smiled apologetically at Hermione and handed her the Evening Prophet. Hermione took it tacitly. Then, he turned to look at his excited roommates and responded in a harmonious voice:

"I went to the library to read."

Hermione, who had just taken the evening paper, frowned quietly and silently covered her face with the newspaper.

"Damon! Please!" Ron shouted. "Do you know how many first-year girls are talking about you right now? Why don't you make friends with them and just sit in the library reading books?"

"That's right, little Ronnie, but I want to correct you--"

"——Not only the first years, but also the third-year students are quite interested in our Duel Prince."

Two red-haired boys with the same freckles as Ron sat across from him.

"Damn it! I told you not to call me that!"

Ron protested angrily, but Harry was secretly interested in the nickname "Dueling Prince".

"Hello, Prince of Dueling, my name is George Weasley—"

"I'm Fred Weasley, as you can see—"

"We are Ron's brothers."

The two men sang in unison, winking at Damon, and looking Damon up and down with their round eyes, as if they were planning something.

"Hello, but it's best not to mention that name."

Daemon greeted him affably, unimpressed by the title of Prince of Duel.

"The third-year students are also discussing Damon? Was what happened on the train that day really that sensational?" Seamus interrupted at the right time.

"No, actually, they were discussing something else, about—"

"Why wasn't Damon White sorted into Slytherin?"

"Dude, you have no idea. The Slytherin common room was in chaos on the first day because of this."

"But they ultimately concluded that it was your loss, not theirs."

The two Weasleys finished speaking and looked at Damon with interest, as if trying to observe his reaction.

"Is that so?" Damon had almost finished his meal by this time. He put down his knife and fork and said calmly, "The Sorting Hat did intend to put me in Slytherin at first, but I refused."

"why?"

Now, everyone became interested.

"Because..." Damon's lips curled slightly, as if he had already seen the effect this answer would cause in the near future. "Malfoy said I was a mudblood. How could a mudblood join Slytherin? So even though I was very tempted, I finally refused."

"It's because of this—" George showed a wicked smile on his face.

"Brother, this name is really too harsh. Do you want us to help you get revenge?" Fred looked at Damon.

"You guys want to spread this?" Damon looked at the smirking Gemini and nodded, "Yes, that's true."

"Okay! Just wait and see—"

"In a few days, Slytherin up and down -"

"There are other colleges—"

"Everyone will know about this."

The two brothers didn't know what idea they came up with, but they ran away in a hurry.

"I really don't know what they are here for!"

Ron grumbled, very dissatisfied with the two people's behavior of calling his nickname right away and leaving him alone.

"Oh, we just came to see how your first day was—"

"Seeing that you are doing well now, we are relieved-"

"Little Ronnie~~~"

The Gemini's voices came from a distance. Ron's face suddenly turned red. He turned his head to look at Harry and others, and found that except for Damon, everyone was covering their faces and laughing.

"Okay! You guys!"

Ron rushed towards Harry with his teeth bared, causing a cry of surprise.

Across from them, Hermione, who had buried her head in the newspaper, curled her lips slightly and muttered softly:
"These boys are so childish."

Except Dimon.

Hermione quietly put down the newspaper and happened to meet Damon's gaze. She was not afraid at all. She snorted and mouthed "Liar" to Damon.

She spent the entire afternoon reading in the library. She only saw Damon at the beginning and never saw him again afterwards, which meant that he had lied to Harry and Ron.

Hermione immediately thought that since Damon lied to his roommate, he might also lie to her.

However, Damon was neither reading in the library nor met by Ron and others wandering around the campus. Where could he be?
Hermione thought about it for a while, but couldn't figure it out, so she decided to put this question aside for the time being - after all, for her now, maintaining excellence is the most important thing.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be held tomorrow. Judging from Damon's spell level, even Hermione feels that it will be difficult for her to defeat him.

(End of this chapter)