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　　Charle leaned over, made a listening motion on the wall, and then raised his hand, as if twisting some kind of gear.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 In the next moment, although there was no password, the door of the Slytherin lounge remained the same as before, silently emerging from the wall.

　　 is a metaphor for magic, open the safe.

　　. . .

　　 When Charles walked in from the entrance of the common room, the lounge that seemed to be exuding a sluggish sound suddenly became quiet, as if someone had released a large area of ​​petrified spells.

　　 The setting of the four academies in the game is very interesting.

　　 Ravenclaw’s academic atmosphere is very heavy, and it is more like playing a research-type puzzle game.

　　 Gryffindor has a lot of plots, and there are a lot of small easter eggs in the original book, just like watching a game movie.

　　 Hufflepuff’s contacts are outside of Hogwarts, and are linked to the Diagon Alley Ministry of Magic and the gathering places of various wizards, which is more like a life game.

　　 And Slytherin, with excellent modeling data and pure-blooded aristocratic features, is more like a development game that focuses on interpersonal relationships.

　　 What the real Harry Potter world is like, Shire doesn't know, but this world, this atmosphere, really hasn't changed at all.

　　 He already felt it.

　　 Charles stopped at the door of the lounge, his eyes calmly sweeping across the lounge.

　　 Many people gathered in the lounge.

　　 On the sofa near the fireplace, there was a group of fourth-grade Mulles Carlos. Four or five young boys and wizards gathered around Mulles, flattering and talking kindly, like a group of dogs.

　　 Seeing Shire coming in, they also had the least reaction.

　　 Near the window of the Black Lake, it is the coldest place in the rest room. There are senior fifth and sixth graders sitting there. Felix Prewitt is among them. He is looking at Shire with some kind of cold eyes.

　　The people who were with him were basically Death Eaters' irons, and even in Slytherin, they weren't very popular.

At the end is the female prefect Sandra Yaxley. She and some people are in the middle of the lounge. Each has high chairs and a few round tables, like a small salon, but they are actually studying and doing homework. After noticing the appearance of Shire, they also turned their gazes.

　　 In addition, there are also scattered Slytherin groups or couples.

　　 Everyone is looking at Shire, but no one speaks.

　　 has the atmosphere of a horror movie.

　　 Charles felt that he had experienced this scene in some of the side plots of Dongying.

　　Death to face and suffer.

　　 Charles knows these Slytherins too much, don't look at them so annoyingly, but they definitely won't do it, at least they won't do it here.

　　 So many people bullied one, it would be embarrassing to spread it out.

　　 They prefer to conceal black hands and engage in conspiracies and tricks, and if they can be done with behind-the-scenes methods, why should they face each other and put themselves in danger?

　　 They also called it beautifully, this is Slytherin, the demeanor of Slytherin.

　　 Of course, Charles also knew very well that if he went to Gryffindor to eat and drink so leisurely every day, it is estimated that the group of Slytherin snakes would soon be overwhelmed.

　　 At that time, they won't care about the Slytherin demeanor, they will probably do it directly, and give themselves a lesson for this ignorant hybrid.

　　 I hope that day will not come too early, because Shire has countless archives and many have entered Slytherin College.

　　 Just like before, when no one knew, Charles suddenly acted on both Draco and Gore, and you could tell that he was also an old Slytherin.

　　 He doesn't mind playing with these little guys, in the Slytherin way.

　　. . .

　　 Charles's face was naturally thick. He ignored the gazes of the old Slytherin students and the madman gazes of the new students, calmly walked through the lounge and returned to his bedroom.

　　 As soon as the door is closed, his affairs are ignored in the lounge.

　　 Of course, Charles did not forget to use two pillows to build a simple city wall in front of the room.

　　 is a metaphor for magic, pillows and quilt walls.

　　 This is the dream of every child. They try to build a castle with thick quilts and square pillows, hide themselves in it, and imagine that it is indestructible.

　　Slytherin students are not like the fraternities and sororities in universities in some countries, doing things like rushing into the freshman's dormitory in the middle of the night and carrying people out and throwing them outside.

　　 But I have to guard against it. It would be stupid to capsize in the gutter.

　　 And the wizard's methods are far more dangerous than Muggles. A little carelessness may be irreversible spell damage.

　　 Charles found a chair and took a look at the bed next to him. As expected, Draco was no longer visible. Snape took him away, probably.

　　 After drinking the water of life and death and sleeping for a whole night, it is estimated that his spirit will recover. Charles is going to talk to him again, but it seems that Snape is not worried about him.

　　 This is not surprising.

　　It doesn't matter, non-Draco will go directly to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, otherwise he will come back sooner or later.

　　 "KOKO!"

　　 Charles, who was just about to get up and take a bath, suddenly heard a knock on the door. He kicked the pillow aside and opened the door of the dormitory.

　　 Outside the door is Felix.

　　 "The dean is looking for you."

　　 Seeing Charles, he smiled.

　　 The smile was gentle, as if it was not him who showed the cold eyes.

　　 "He asked you to go to his office."

"It's now."

　　 Felix’s smile was like a fake mask. There was no change in the whole process of speaking. After the voice fell, he just stared at Charles from outside the door.

　　The gray-green Slytherin emblem printed on the school uniform robe seemed to be alive under the dim firelight, and the little snake on the emblem seemed to be twisting and hovering, as if vomiting a letter to Shire.

　　 Charles looked away.

　　 This is really not an illusion.

　　Because he has seen this kind of magic, it is a kind of psychedelic magic unique to the Puwit family, induced by the hints of some symbols and patterns.

No spells and wands are needed, but a special potion needs to be sprinkled on the patterns and symbols in advance. The material of the potion Shire also knows roughly that it needs armad bile, poison celery essence, black beetle eyeballs and some Herbal medicine.

　　 It is not troublesome to configure, but if you want to use it, you must have the blood of the Puwit family.

　　 This magic yin man is hard to find, but if you use it a lot, everyone knows that the Puwit family has such a hand, and they would usually be more careful.

　　 Those wizards and witches who were induced in the common room in the public room and then made embarrassing behaviors, but their own experience has shown a lesson to future generations.

　　 This method is very Slytherin.

　　 But Charles felt that as a potential Death Eater Felix, what he wanted to do with this magic might not be as simple as a prank.

But in any case, these things are not a secret to the Shire. The guide is clearly written~www.wuxiahere.com~ Seeing that Shire is not recruited, Felix is ​​not too surprised. After all, the Puwit family It’s no secret in the pure-blooded circle of magic that everyone knows how to master it.

　　 "I see, I will go now."

　　 The two looked at each other, and suddenly ignored the episode with tacit understanding, as if nothing happened.

　　 Charles walked out of the dormitory and was about to go to Snape's office. When he passed the lounge, the lounge seemed to have returned to normal. No one was staring at him, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

　　 This is a kind of silent isolation.

　　Charles do not matter.

　　 Then, just as the door to the lounge reopened, and when Charles even stepped out of his foot, Felix suddenly chased him from behind.

　　 "Diemo."

　　 he shouted.

　　 "I forgot to tell you. We changed the password for the lounge."

　　 Felix stopped in the lounge corridor leading to the outside world, and he looked at the back of Charles who had gone out.

　　 "The current password is..."

　　 raised the magic wand calmly, while continuing to speak in a calm tone, silently, he used the magic wand to release a spell.

　　 "Pure blood."

　　 All petrochemicals!

　　 "Crack!"

　　 The door to the lounge began to close slowly, and Felix saw Shire stiff and fell to the ground.

　　 He showed a contemptuous smile, he really didn't know the so-called dirty hybrid, and he could easily solve it with a spell.

　　 Let him lie down quietly all night outside, reflect on his mistakes, and think about how to face the dean's anger tomorrow.

　　 turned around, Felix walked back to the lounge again.