Hogwarts: Becoming the White Lord from Breathing

Chapter 9 He definitely belongs in Slytherin!
"Do you know which house you'll be sorted into? I've asked around, and I'm hoping for Gryffindor. They say it's the best. I heard Dumbledore himself graduated from there, but I guess Ravenclaw isn't too bad either."

Inside the carriage, Hermione had given up on discussing books with Damon and instead started chatting with everyone about other topics.

Just as she was chattering, the cubicle door was suddenly pushed open and three boys came in.

One of them was pale, with long light golden hair and a delicate yet sharp face. The other two boys were short, fat, and had particularly ugly looks. They stood on both sides of the pretty boy, one on each side, just like a pair of his bodyguards.

"Is it true?" he asked. "Everyone on the train is talking about Harry Potter being in this compartment. So that means you are in this compartment, isn't it?"

"Yes." Harry said. He looked at the two fat guys beside the other person, which reminded him of his cousin Dudley. He instinctively felt a little displeased - what were these three people doing here?
"Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." The pale boy noticed Harry looking at them and said casually, "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

As he spoke, he glanced at the other three students in the carriage.

Hermione exuded a familiar Muggle smell, which made him unconsciously show a contemptuous and sarcastic expression on his face, but when his eyes moved to Damon, he became a little hesitant.
As for Neville, Malfoy didn't even look at him and simply ignored him.

Everyone in the room also felt his emotions at the first moment, and Harry frowned subconsciously.

Malfoy turned to Harry and said, "You'll soon find that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter, and you don't want to make friends with the wrong kind. I can help you with that."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's hand, but Harry didn't answer.

"I think I can tell who is different, thank you." He said coldly.

Draco Malfoy didn't blush, just a faint flush on his pale cheeks.

"If I were you, Potter, I'd be very careful," he said slowly. "You should be more polite, or you'll end up like your parents. If you keep hanging around the wrong kind of people, it'll affect you."

Hermione's face flushed with anger when she heard this and she stood up on the spot.

Harry was equally indignant and couldn't help but say, "Say it again!"

"Oh, you want a fight, don't you?" sneered Malfoy.

Crabbe and Goyle beside him snapped their fingers arrogantly and looked at the three people in the middle of the field.

"Oh? I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

Damon, who had been watching the conflict with a smile, stood up slowly. Hermione beside him couldn't help but glare at him - it was already so late, and he was still so relaxed?
But at the same time, she hesitated. Were they really going to fight in this car? This was against the rules. She had just enrolled, how could she leave such an impression? If the professor found out, wouldn't it be terrible?

"Why, do you think you're good at fighting?"

Malfoy looked at Damon with a hint of provocation in his tone. When his gaze moved to Damon's handsome face, he suddenly remembered the commotion that this man had caused in the carriage before, and said with a hint of jealousy:
"Sitting with a Muggle, I don't think you are a noble being, just a mudblood. If you have the guts to do it, then do it!"

"Do you find it glorious to insult others with obscenities whose meanings they don't understand, Malfoy?"

Damon curled the corners of his mouth slightly, biting his upper and lower teeth lightly, revealing a bit of ferocity.

Hermione and Harry stared at Damon in shock, not understanding what had happened. Only Neville blushed but couldn't utter a word.

Crabbe and Goyle walked past Malfoy with strange smiles, but suddenly saw that there was a wand in Damon's hand. They were stunned immediately, and the smile shifted to Damon's face.

"I will remember your comments about me, but now, you should pay the price for it."

Seeing the Malfoys and the other two starting to get timid after seeing their wands suddenly appear, Damon waved his wand without hesitation.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

A precise and decisive three-shot burst.

"Bang, bang, bang." The three men fell to the ground one after another, and Damon's chanting just now also caused a commotion in the carriage. Many wizards stuck their heads out, looked at the situation outside, and saw the stiff heads of Malfoy and the other two.

Soon, a Slytherin recognized Malfoy's identity, frowned and stepped forward, shouting:
"Who is using a spell on us Slytherin students? This is despicable!"

Harry, who had just been cheering for Damon's beautiful spell with his fists, was suddenly stunned and subconsciously looked at Hermione - were they going to get into trouble?
Damon walked past them lightly, stepped on Malfoy's body and walked out of the carriage. Looking at the large group of students rushing over, he smiled and said:
"Slytherin? He hasn't started school yet, has he?"

"You—you're a first-year?"

Looking at Damon who had not yet changed into his robe, a group of senior students hesitated.

"Yes, this is a matter between us freshmen. Do the seniors want to bully the weak?"

"So what? Malfoy is destined to join Slytherin. If you insult him, you are insulting us!"

While others were still hesitating, a fourth-year student who had an old relationship with the Malfoy family directly took out his wand and pointed it at Damon, "You must pay the price!"

"You can try."

Daemon smiled, held his wand in both hands, saluted, and then took a fighting stance.

The Slytherin in front of him showed a look of shock on his face. After returning the salute, he stood ready for battle.

"A wizard duel?! First years versus fourth years!"

The students in the carriage were completely excited, especially the Gryffindor students, who had already started running around to announce!
"The shameless Slytherins and the first years are fighting! The shameless Slytherins and the first years are fighting!"

This really stirred up a hornet's nest. Even the students who were originally sitting in the carriage and were not interested in the commotion came out one after another, but they only heard a loud and powerful voice and a figure flying out.

"Expelliarmus!"

As the spell was cast, the fourth-grade student's wand was instantly shaken out of his palm, and his body was lifted up by the huge force, hitting the side of the carriage heavily and sliding to the ground.

His face was pale and he slumped to the ground, completely stunned.

No one expected things to develop so quickly.

The surrounding students were stunned. They never expected that a first-year student could subdue a fourth-year student so easily!
Besides, that was Slytherin! Although they were mean and shady, one had to admit that they had some magical proficiency. A first-year student defeated a fourth-year student just like that!

Damon slowly walked towards the fourth-year student, looked down at the wand he had dropped on the ground, and said with a hint of mockery in his tone:
"Is this the price you mentioned?"

"You," the fourth-grade student's face flushed and he was extremely angry, but the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and the anger on his face completely disappeared, and he looked weird.

Corresponding to this, there are other small snakes on the scene.

At first, they felt that their academy had been insulted, and were even ready to challenge Damon to a fight. But someone suddenly shouted:
"He's a first-year? He hasn't been sorted yet?!"

The anger of the little snakes was extinguished like cold water poured on their heads, and was replaced by a refreshing feeling like summer.

Powerful! Confident! Elegant! You said this is an unsorted freshman?
This is clearly the future first-year leader of our Slytherin!
"He definitely belongs in Slytherin! Stop fighting, we're all family!"

They helped the fallen student up, their eyes shining as they looked at Damon - they seemed to have seen the scene after Damon joined Slytherin!
At this moment, the group of little wizards watching the show suddenly became noisy again:
"The prefect is here!"

"What are you all doing! No noise allowed in the carriage!"

(End of this chapter)