allendalepharm Chapter 55 "Should I also notify Slack?"
Chapter 55 "Should I also notify Slack?"
Chapter 55 "Should I inform Slack?" (Fifth update)
Malfoy was a little confused, but he still tried his best to uphold the teachings passed down in the Malfoy family.
Keep your chin up as much as possible, don't let your gaze wander, and remain calm and collected in the face of any news. Nothing is worth the Malfoy family's extra attention.
You were born with everything; all you need to do is enjoy it discerningly.
His father's teachings swirled in Malfoy's mind, and he did his best to ignore the stares from the group leaders.
But----
It simply can’t be done!
Draco Malfoy thought painfully, his lips trembling involuntarily.
He's just a first-year wizard, so how powerful can he possibly be?
He's not Slack Anguiz!
"The arrogance of turning a blind eye is indeed a hallmark of the Malfoy family, but you should at least give us a second glance now," William said imperiously. "Listen, kid, we have something to ask of you."
"My sister has told me about you," Apollo Greennaus said casually. "She said you're very close to that Angueus."
"But it wouldn't be good if word got out. After all, a pure-blood wizard hanging out with a Mudblood all day long, your father would definitely send you a howling letter," Eldick advised understandingly. "We're giving you a chance now, a chance for you to prove yourself."
What exactly do they want me to do?
Did you kill Slack Anguiz?
No----
Malfoy listened to the three sixth-year group leaders, feeling utterly bewildered. He had no idea what was going on, and he even regretted coming to the common room because he couldn't sleep.
He wants to turn around and leave right now!
But he can't.
Malfoy took a deep breath, seemingly calmly awaiting the three team leaders' next words. His demeanor was somewhat feigned composure, something his father hadn't taught him.
This is something he learned from Slack Anguil.
Malfoy's demeanor, however, impressed the three group leaders. This first-year wizard did indeed possess some of the grace of a Slytherin.
"You can go and talk to Anguis and tell him our decision," William said succinctly. "Because of his concealment of his origins, all of our Slytherin groups will refuse him admission."
"Remember, all of them," Eldick added.
"Please make sure he understands our dissatisfaction and anger; this is a decision made jointly by the pure-blood wizards," Apollo explained coldly.
Upon hearing this, Malfoy could hardly believe his ears.
Why?
Without thinking, he asked the question instinctively.
Malfoy's foolish appearance, however, drew ridicule from the three group leaders and even all the upperclassmen of Slytherin.
They smiled silently, then shook their heads in unison.
"We have already determined that he is not of pure blood."
"He has nothing outstanding about him, at least not so far."
"Besides, he rejected invitations from all three groups. He thinks too highly of himself, yet he's not of pure-blood origin. Who does he think he is?"
Dark Lord?
Malfoy immediately remembered what Slack had told him.
He didn't want to join any group; he wanted to start his own!
The current atmosphere made Malfoy not dare to speak at all; he didn't even have the courage to look the three team leaders in the eye.
He was, after all, a Slytherin, not an arrogant Gryffindor who calculated and compared repeatedly, making every decision cautiously and coldly.
This is the way Slytherin survives.
Malfoy was born with the knowledge.
"However, since you are so close to Anguiz, perhaps he has mentioned to you that he wanted to join a certain group."
Yena Yaxley's words suddenly rang out, sounding like heavenly music to Malfoy's ears.
He was about to speak when he suddenly stopped.
It's better not to give this answer.
Malfoy stood there awkwardly, his mouth slightly agape, unsure how to respond. He could only try to say something for Slack without harming himself.
"His herbalism is excellent, and his—"
"Herbalism, oh, herbalism," Apollo said, a hint of pity in his eyes. "Have the Hufflepuff Mudbloods been assigned to Slytherin?"
Malfoy swallowed his next words.
He couldn't utter a single word.
"As far as I know, Slack is also very talented in Potions class, right?" Yena Yaxley wanted to manipulate things a little more.
Malfoy was taken aback by Yena's words. He looked at his distant cousin with a puzzled expression, wondering why she had done this.
Before Malfoy could even speak, Apollo let out a cold laugh.
"How can you tell a first-year student has a talent for potion-making? Just because they concocted a potion for inducing sleep and death?"
As soon as Apollo finished speaking, everyone looked at Malfoy, wanting him to personally deny Slack Anguill's talent.
Malfoy felt that things were really too difficult for him.
He glanced to his left, where the senior group leaders were watching him coldly. He glanced to his right, where the senior group leaders were waiting for his answer.
He looked around the lounge; only Crabbe and Goyle had calm expressions, because they were completely unaware of what had happened.
"Our patience is limited, Malfoy." William slowly walked up to Malfoy. "Or do you have some special reason for making us team leaders go back on our word?"
No----
Malfoy instinctively shook his head. His own conjecture—that Slack Angus was a pure-blood who had gone into hiding—was nothing but self-deception.
He couldn't think of a solution at all, and he even looked to Yena Yaxley for help.
She gently shook her head at Malfoy, indicating that she was powerless to help either.
And so, the Slytherin common room suddenly fell silent, reverting to its original form—a dungeon specifically used for imprisoning and torturing prisoners.
Draco Malfoy was that prisoner.
He was practically suffocating!
"Alright, alright, after all, not everyone can act like a real Slytherin," William waved his hand. "Go and fetch Slyke Anguill. Let's talk to him in person."
As soon as William finished speaking, all the group leaders nodded in agreement.
They've already backed down; hopefully Malfoy won't be ungrateful.
Just then, a semi-transparent ghost suddenly emerged from the previously deathly silent Slytherin common room.
The ghost wore a comical clown hat and messy clothes, looking completely out of place in Slytherin.
"Petty Ghost, get out of here!" William shouted, "or we'll have Bloody Barrow deal with you!"
"Oh! You're threatening me!"
Of course, Pipi is afraid of Blood Man Barrow.
Normally, upon hearing this name, he would immediately leave the Slytherin common room.
But today was different. He had deliberately hidden behind the wall and listened to the entire conversation of the Slytherin students, just to wait for this moment.
"But I still have to say it, I want everyone to know! Tonight, Slytherin's first-year student, Slyck Anguill, nearly killed Professor Quirrell in a duel despite being under the Cruciatus Curse! This is a secret that Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall have kept together!"
"Ah, believe it or not, I have to tell you, those of you who have made the decision to forever reject Slack Anguis from joining the group!"
"Awesome! That's the ultimate prank!"
Pipi Ghost excitedly spiraled upwards, reaching his happiest moment amidst the incredulous gazes of the group leaders.
He spread upwards, breaking through the roof of the Slytherin common room and running toward the common rooms of other houses.
He's already found it amusing, but that's not enough, far from enough!
But the Slytherin common room was a completely different place after Peeves left.
Malfoy felt himself breathing again, and he even subconsciously mimicked Slack Anguill's relaxed demeanor, asking softly, "Excuse me—"
"Wait a minute," the three group leaders asked in unison, "Isn't Slack in the dorm?"
Malfoy shook his head cruelly, his heart filled with the satisfaction of revenge.
But that's not enough, that's far from enough.
He's going to escalate things even further!
"Should I notify Slack as well? I mean, when he returns?"
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