Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 57 The Slytherins are arguing?
"Man, can you imagine? I was just talking to Damon about what to have for breakfast, and then we got to the lobby and we were surrounded by owls!"

"I've never seen so many owls in my life! I've never seen so many letters! And of course, I've never seen an Order of Merlin, Second Class either!"

"Oh—you want to see it? Damon lent it to us, but he said you can only look, but not touch!"

In the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Harry blushed as they kept explaining their first-person perspective to the little lions around them, and occasionally took out a gold medal with a purple ribbon from behind to open everyone's eyes.

Even though the people in front of them were already the ninth group and they had repeated the same argument eight times, they still enjoyed it.

Each time, they added more details to better highlight Damon White's miracles.

After the senior students inquired and found out, they finally figured out what had happened to Damon.

"Transfiguration Today has devoted all its space to publishing Damon's theory! This is unprecedented. Our Duel Prince has broken Gamp's Transfiguration Law!"

"The 300 extra points for the College Cup are well-deserved. We will definitely win the College Cup this semester!"

"Hey! We should have a party! It's as important as us winning Quidditch!"

The cubs yelled, their noise nearly overturning the common room.

"I'm sorry, but I want to remind you that we have two consecutive Potions classes today. I'm afraid Professor Snape will find ways to deduct points from us."

Swish!
Everyone turned to look at Hermione who had spoken.

"W-what's wrong? Did I say something wrong?"

Hermione wondered if she shouldn't spoil everyone's fun at this moment. However, this was the closest they had ever come to victory, and she didn't want more students to lose points because of her enthusiasm, nor did she want Damon's hard-earned points to be wasted because of something insignificant.

"No - you're right! There are still seven weeks until the end of term, and we have to be careful of Professor Snape!
Slytherin has won the House Cup for six consecutive years, and Professor Snape will certainly not let their house lose!"

Prefect Percy also stood up and said seriously:

"Everyone must be careful with what they say and do in Potions class from now on, complete your homework well, and don't let Snape catch you!"

Hermione made a timely suggestion:

"Oh - I thought, maybe we could form a study group and have everyone study Potions specifically, so that Professor Snape wouldn't be able to catch our mistakes so easily.

Besides, we can keep an eye on what Professor Snape is doing and avoid him."

She thought everyone would respond enthusiastically, so that she could use the help of her classmates to closely monitor Snape and maybe discover some of Snape's secrets.

She didn't expect that the little lions were stunned after hearing this, and Ron and Harry also looked at her blankly.

Obviously, you can ask these students to maintain the honor of the college, but you can't ask them to study hard.

When the two things are added together, studying hard = maintaining the honor of the college, they become deeply entangled.

Fortunately, a shout solved their troubles.

"Hey! The Slytherin students are making such a noise, it's so loud we can hear it outside the common room!"

The Weasley twins yelled through the hole in the common room, their voices carrying throughout the entire common room.

The little lions didn't need to think about it anymore and swarmed underground - how could learning be as interesting as watching the fun?
As everyone sprinted all the way to the first floor and then quietly descended to the basement, the sounds of a heated argument could be faintly heard through the door—the snake door that symbolized the Slytherin common room, from which various voices continued to emanate.

"Why! Tell me why! Draco! Why did you call out to a new Mudblood you didn't know on the train?"

"Just because he was with a freshman Mudblood, did you make such a misjudgment?
Your prejudice against him is just like the prejudice of other houses against us Slytherin students! Stupid! Ignorant! You have no idea what lies beneath his handsome appearance - my God, what on earth makes you think that a wizard with such an elegant temperament is not a pure-blood?

Damon White must be the orphan of a pure-blood family who has been stranded abroad!"

"Enough! I don't want to hear your damn pure-blood theory anymore! Times have changed. As long as a student has good blood, he or she should join our Slytherin family, even if he or she is half-blood!" "It's hard to imagine that our Slytherin has lost the most outstanding member in a century just because of an absurd misunderstanding!"

The accusations were fierce and coherent, as if many parties were condemning and besieging Malfoy. A senior Gryffindor quietly cast a spell to amplify the voices inside - in fact, he could also cast a spell to let everyone see the scene inside, but in order to avoid being discovered and thus wasting a good show, he chose not to take the risk.

When faced with the greatest drama, even the most reckless Gryffindor becomes cunning.

The little lions all had sly smiles on their faces and made faces.

Harry and Ron heard Malfoy's equally angry roar.

"enough!"

In the Slytherin common room, Malfoy was surrounded by a group of senior students sitting on the sofa, looking at Malfoy coldly in the reflection of the Black Lake.

They sorted out the whole process as soon as the incident was exposed, and even used the power of their parents to find out a lot of information that was still hidden under the surface.

Therefore, they could not forgive the Malfoy family for doing such a foolish thing - pushing a person who should have been the most powerful supporter of Slytherin College to the damn Gryffindor.

Malfoy was breathing heavily, looking around at the seniors, thinking of Damon, and suddenly laughed.

"Look at you guys." Malfoy smiled sarcastically. He imagined what he would think if he were Damon, looking at this mob.
After putting himself in that mood, his mind suddenly calmed down.

"Slytherin students always remain calm and elegant, but where is the Slytherin quality left in you now?

If Damon saw how you are doing now, would he think it was a mistake not to join Slytherin?"

Everyone had a bad expression on their faces, and the senior who had been slouching arrogantly straightened his posture slightly.

Malfoy glanced at everyone and said lightly:

"I admit that Damon White was born into Slytherin, and I did make a mistake."

"then you--"

Malfoy looked at the student who spoke with a sharp gaze and took out his wand.

"If you make a mistake, shouldn't you just correct it? Just like students who were assigned to the wrong house should be reassigned to the wrong house at the beginning of the school year."

Malfoy's voice became louder. "I will write to my father and ask him to give advice to the school as a trustee. All of you who have connections, please join me in making this effort!"
Since Damon White's separation was a mistake, we should correct it instead of blaming each other like nagging wives!"

"Well said, Draco."

While the others were still pondering, Prefect Gemma Farley clapped her hands and stood up.

"My uncle has a close relationship with the school's director, Avery. I will write to him and explain everything, asking him to support your father."

Although she didn't think the board of directors could interfere in this matter - the sorting was absolute, and Hogwarts had never had the experience of sorting one person into two houses.

But there is no harm in trying. What's more, this event is also a good opportunity to show the power of Slytherin. Those elders who lack interaction in daily life can also get to know each other through this opportunity.

Then, the second man stood up. "Yes, Draco, it seems that you have not lost the honor of pure blood. No matter what the outcome of this matter is, I will no longer care about your verbal mistakes. My uncle is also a school director and a friend of Headmaster Dumbledore. I will ask him to help me with this matter."

Then, the third, the fourth, and the fifth.

More and more Slytherins stood up and spoke out about the political power they could offer.

Outside the common room door, the Gryffindors, who had been gloating, gradually became panicked.

(End of this chapter)