My Hogwarts has a serious problem.

Chapter 18. Slytherin

Lynn recalled the scene when he first met Professor Fox.

He simply couldn't compare the playful, somewhat cool and somewhat adorable old man with the serial killer Betty described.

"Could I have that creamy sponge in front of me?"

Betty looked at Lynn and asked softly.

"Um, okay."

Actually, Lynn also wanted to eat the only dessert on the long table; it was his favorite.

But since the other person had just helped him out of a difficult situation, Lynn felt embarrassed to refuse.

He was still troubled by Professor Fox's matter, but with limited information, he couldn't conclude that Professor Fox was a bad person based solely on other people's words.

Lynn can now only trust the character of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

Clearly, the two of them trusted Fox quite a bit, and Lynn himself also had a good impression of him, otherwise he wouldn't have been willing to accept the other party's investment.

As for the details of the murder...

It's best to ask in person when you have the chance; there's absolutely no need to have too many suspicions about this kind of thing.

The atmosphere in Slytherin is actually quite good.

Most of the children here are the next generation raised through family-style education. There will definitely be some who are raised poorly or whose family values ​​are not right, but they are generally easy to get along with.

The older students told them many interesting stories about Hogwarts, and a cream muffin suddenly appeared in front of Lynn, making him marvel at the thoughtfulness of the house-elves.

After dinner, everyone sang the Hogwarts school song together in different tunes. It was a chaotic scene, but Dumbledore clearly enjoyed it.

The freshmen were led back to their dormitories by the class leaders of their respective colleges.

"Our Headmaster, Professor Snape, may not have the best reputation in the school, but every Slytherin student sincerely loves and respects him. Do you know why?"

Slytherin's dormitories are underground, and Betty explains the professors' courses to the new students along the way.

The freshmen all shook their heads, indicating they didn't know. Judy explained to them as she walked:

"The reason Professor Snape is disliked by students from other houses is because he is too openly biased towards us. Perhaps from the perspective of the other houses, this is indeed unfair to them, but why does the professor do this?"

Ultimately, it's not us Slytherin students who benefit.

Therefore, students from any house have reason to dislike him, except us. He may be unfair, but he truly cares about us; he is the best headmaster for Slytherin.

"You may know that Gryffindor values ​​courage, Ravenclaw favors wisdom, Hufflepuff cherishes loyalty, but Slytherin, besides demanding shrewdness and ambition, many overlook another quality in us: unity! The unity that is unique to Slytherin."

"Did you know? Everyone who enters Slytherin has the potential to become a great person, which proves that Salazar Slytherin values ​​the unique qualities in you. There are many rumors about our house outside. They say that we all like to study dark magic and that we use bloodlines as a criterion for admission."

You shouldn't believe what our rival houses say. I don't deny that our house has produced some dark wizards, but the other three houses also have dark wizards—they just don't want to admit it.

Yes, we do have a tendency to recruit offspring of prestigious wizarding families, and you can also find that many Slytherin students have at least one parent who is a Muggle.

I really like our college emblem, the giant serpent, which represents: cunning, power, and also being easily misunderstood.

The young wizards following behind her listened to what she said and quickly developed a deep impression of Slytherin House.

Betty was undoubtedly a competent prefect, and even Lynn's opinion of Slytherin changed significantly after her introduction.

They followed Betty to a hidden entrance to a basement.

"Entering the lounge requires a password, which changes every two weeks. It is forbidden to write it down on paper or share it with other colleges. The new password will be posted on the notice board in the lounge the day before each change. The password for the next two weeks is: Blood Oath."

The new students walked together into the Slytherin common room, which was, to be honest, quite beautiful.

The lounge is located at the bottom of the lake and is semi-transparent, with walls made of black Gothic marble and a transparent semi-circle carved from crystal, through which you can see the shimmering waves under the moonlight overhead.

A green-glowing lamp was chained to the ceiling. Inside was a fireplace with an intricately carved mantel, and several carved chairs nearby. Occasionally, one could glimpse enormous octopuses or strange creatures through the windows.

"Brad, do you have time to help me get these gentlemen to their dorms? I still need to look after the girls."

Betty said to a boy in the lounge who was reading a newspaper.

Brad put down his newspaper and stood up, saying, "Where's Raphael, the prefect? ​​Why are you the only one greeting the new students?"

"Professor Snape asked him to help prepare materials needed for tomorrow's class."

"That's really unfortunate," Brad shrugged. "Leave them to me."

Lynn and his friends then separated from the girls and were led to the boys' dormitory by a new guide.

The luggage and pets have been delivered to everyone's bedside by the house-elves.

After arriving at the dormitory, Lynn fed Xiaomai some water and biscuit crumbs before starting to pack her own luggage.

The dormitory environment is very nice.

The bed was a traditional four-poster bed, draped with green silk curtains and embroidered with silver thread on the bedspread. Medieval tapestries on the walls told the story of Slytherin's great adventures, and silver lanterns hung from the ceiling.

If you calm down and listen carefully, you can hear the soft sound of gentle waves lapping against the windowpane.

After Lynn finished packing, he took out the class schedule that Judy had given them earlier.

Tomorrow they have three classes: Charms and History of Magic in the morning, and Potions in the afternoon.

Lynn didn't rest immediately. Instead, she took out the textbooks for the three classes she would be attending the next day and quickly flipped through the material she had already previewed during the summer vacation.

In order to obtain the talent points in all subjects, he must perform better than the other freshmen.

Just then, a discordant sneer came from beside him.

"What 'once-in-three-years genius'? I think you're just a once-in-a-century mediocre talent. Who reads books before class even starts? Are you afraid of embarrassing yourself in class tomorrow?"

The number of wizards is very small, as can be seen from the number of new students admitted to Hogwarts each year.

There were only eight boys in Slytherin this year, and unfortunately, Lynn ended up living with that annoying brat Hubert.

Lynn looked up from her book and glanced at him.

In his previous life, he was a teacher. Although he didn't teach children of this age, he still had a general understanding of their thoughts.

Hubert clearly had problems with his family education, meaning his family had an improper upbringing.

In addition, he had just been lectured by Betty at the dinner party because of Lynn, and felt that he had lost face. Now he wanted to regain that face in front of his other two roommates.

As for the purpose...

It's possible that Lynn's dislike of being from a Muggle family wasn't the only reason; she probably also wanted to use this opportunity to establish her leadership position among the boys in her year.

Well, in other words, he wants to be the boss.

Their thoughts are simple, even ridiculously naive, but they can be very hurtful. Many cases of school violence originate from this.

Lynn had a perfect solution to this problem in his previous life, a solution that would work even at Hogwarts, a magical school.

He looked at Hubert coldly and chuckled.

"I may be mediocre, but what about you? McKlain, what are you?"

(End of this chapter)