Chapter 20

"Slytherin!"

After the Sorting Hat shouted.

Sparse applause came from a long table.

Obviously for a little wizard who is not from a pure-blood 28 family.

They're not very interested.

Devereux was stunned.

no.

We haven’t brought it with us yet!

Isn’t this the Sorting Hat a bit confusing?

We are unparalleled super geniuses in the magic world!

Am I not brave and loyal?

Forehead.

Doesn't seem very loyal.

But at least consider the students’ opinions!

I don't want to sleep in a dungeon for seven years! !

Professor McGonagall took off the Sorting Hat.

Give Devereux a gentle push on the back.

Push Devereaux out of his meltdown.

Devereaux stood up stiffly from the barstool.

My legs felt as heavy as lead.

He took hesitant steps.

Slowly walked towards the Slytherin table.

On the Slytherin table.

The students looked at him expressionlessly.

There was curiosity in their eyes.

But mostly apathy.

As if waiting for a new person to join.

But don’t expect too much.

Devereaux doesn't mind the indifference.

It’s just that my heart is full of hopelessness about future college life.

"Hey there, welcome to Slytherin, I'm Marcus Flint, the Prefect."

Devereaux was suddenly spoken to.

Turn around.

I saw a tall boy with strong muscles.

He has short dark brown hair and sharp blue eyes.

There was a confident and slightly arrogant smile on his face.

"Um, hello, my name is Devereaux Alexander."

Devereaux nodded hesitantly.

Marcus smiled and lowered his head.

"You are able to use the disarming spell proficiently before entering school. That's amazing, Devereux."

"Even in Slytherin, your mastery of spells is considered very good! I guess many third-year students would be no match for you in a duel."

Surprisingly.

Marcus didn't seem to be bothered by what Devereux did on the station.

And what are your opinions on him?

On the contrary, she was actually quite enthusiastic towards him.

It's quite a contrast to other Slytherins.

"Well, thank you. Actually, I'm not that good. I can't master the spells as well as the third-year seniors."

Devereaux was not knocked unconscious by the other party's praise.

Still very humble.

By the way, load the other party's blue entry.

"Don't be modest. If you want to gain respect in Slytherin, modesty is not a good quality, especially when...you know."

Marcus said cryptically.

Devereaux knew it right away.

The other party must be talking about blood family matters.

really.

From the attitude of these Slytherins just now.

You can tell.

They should also know about Devereux using Expelliarmus to defeat Malfoy.

But he didn't pay much attention to him.

Some people may even do it because of Malfoy.

And deliberately left out.

under such circumstances.

Devereaux wants to avoid being picked on by people from all walks of life in the future.

You have to show your abilities.

Devereaux glanced sharply at every Slytherin.

Most of them have cold eyes.

Only Marcus is relatively friendly.

Of course there was Malfoy who hated him.

"Do nobles have sophistication in their relationships? Haha, it seems that before further learning the art of transformation, we need to solve the problem of interpersonal relationships."

Devereaux's eyes flashed coldly.

"Then what should I do? Can duels happen within Slytherin?"

Devereux asked Marcus eagerly.

As a result, Marcus was confused by this problem.

"Duel? What duel?"

Devereux was stunned.

Forehead.

Those fanfics from past lives and so on.

Isn’t it written that Slytherin has some sort of duel between prefects of each grade?

"We Slytherins definitely don't see a person's value in a duel. What era is this? The war has ended a long time ago."

Devereaux wanted to hold his forehead at this moment.

It seemed that his fighting nature had been exposed just now.

Fan fiction is harmful to people! !

Marcus said with a weird look on his face.

"What I said about not being humble is to encourage you to work hard to achieve good results in your studies. Your spell foundation is good. If you work hard in this area, if you can reach the top of the grade in total, then Slytherin will also give you a reward." award."

award?

Devereaux's ears perked up at this.

"Excuse me, what does this so-called reward refer to?"

Devereaux pressed on.

"You can let new students go places they can't go, right here at Hogwarts."

Marcus smiled mysteriously.

Places you can’t go to! ?

Then Devereux must go!

This is a major event related to the progress of his exploration!

Devereux was immediately motivated.

"Okay, prefect, then this year's number one in the grade will be mine!"

Devereaux assured, patting his chest.

Phew.

Hear him say this.

Malfoy, who was sitting across from him, laughed out loud.

Even many Slytherins laughed.

"Oh, Alexander French wants to be first in grade? It's really possible, if he can recognize all the English letters."

Malfoy said in an extremely exaggerated tone.

His two followers followed him in laughter.

Many Slytherins also laughed.

Even though they may not find the joke funny.

"A bunch of people who follow the trend."

Devereaux glanced at the smirking men.

He was secretly blacklisted in his heart.

Of course Devereux didn't mind the joke at all.

He didn't feel like he was French.

So this kind of vulgar joke can't hurt him at all.

Seeing Devereaux's expression unchanged.

Malfoy's laughter gradually faltered.

His eyes became increasingly evil.

"By the way, Devereux, your last name should be French, why don't you go to school at Beauxbatons?"

Marcus didn't smile either.

To change the subject.

Pretending to be casual, he asked Devereaux other questions.

"Well, actually it was my mother who entrusted me to..."

"Wuhu~"

"We have Potter!!"

Crackling! !

Before Devereux could reveal that he was Snape's Potions Apprentice.

Suddenly a burst of cheers sounded from another long table.

It was accompanied by a loud slamming of the table and a stomping of feet.

Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor.

Devereux stopped mentioning the matter.

Marcus didn't seem very interested in this matter.

So they went on to talk about other things.

For example, the structure of Hogwarts is what Devereaux is most concerned about.

At this time, the last remaining member, Blaise Shabini, was sorted into Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment.

Picked up the sorting hat and left.

At this time.

The one who is the most powerful in the original work.

He was also the most unfathomably arrogant and stood up with a smile.

Albus Dumbledore!

he said, spreading his arms.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is: 'Idiot! Cry! Residue! Screw!' Thank you everyone!"

He sat down again.

Everyone clapped and cheered.

Including Slytherin students.

It can be seen that they still respect the powerful wizard.

Next up is the back-to-school dinner that Devereaux is looking forward to!

He dared to say that this was definitely the best dinner he had ever had...

If Snape hadn't pulled him away midway.

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