HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Not long after Gryffindor won the first game, Slytherin House added 50 points, making many people curious about what happened.

Later, he found out that it was added for Gloria. Dumbledore smiled and explained that she used her own method to prevent the Dementors from entering the stadium.

Everyone wondered how to stop the Dementors...

After the weekend, everyone was still talking about Saturday's game. It was also the first time for them to watch a game comfortably in bad weather.

Wenrenju Feather Pen Shop sent the feather pen that I customized last time. The feather pen, which is slightly longer than the palm of my hand, has been slightly trimmed, but it looks better.

While Gloria was examining the new quill, Draco frowned and stared at the Gryffindor table, where the group was still discussing the last match. In his annoyance, he remembered a mischievous spell he had seen in a travelogue.

He took out his wand, pointed it at a piece of steak covered in sauce, and whispered the spell.

Suddenly the steak flew up and hit the Gryffindor table, targeting Harry who was chatting with his friends. However, Ron, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stood up and the steak hit him in the face.

The sauce stuck to Ron's face and collar, and he found the culprit immediately.

"Hahahaha!"

Although it didn't hit Harry, Draco still laughed, and the other Slytherin students followed suit.

Gloria looked up blankly and saw them laughing. Then she saw Ron glaring at Draco with anger on his face. Harry and Hermione were also very angry.

"what happened?"

Draco helped her put away the quill, "Give them a little lesson."

On the way to the classroom, he told her about the Poltergeist spell and how Harry was originally targeted.

"Using spells in the auditorium?" Gloria didn't remember if there was anyone at the professor's table at the time.

"Don't worry." Draco's eyes were full of complacency. "I only did this without the professor present. They are so annoying. If you hadn't stopped the Dementors, Potter would never have been able to catch the Golden Snitch."

Gloria said: "Harry will definitely be affected, but the Dementors' target is not only him, but also all the students in the room, including us, or excluding me."

"I hate it when they always talk about that game anyway."

"There are winners and losers in a game, and no one can win all the time." Gloria turned her head to look at him, "You like Quidditch, let's invest in a few more teams together in the future."

Draco shook his head. "I still prefer to just watch Quidditch."

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As Gloria said before, Professor Lupin returned after the weekend, but he looked very bad. His robes were looser and he looked tired and gloomy. He didn't ask everyone to write the werewolf paper, which made Professor Snape in a bad mood.

In this Potions class, Gloria put away her books and saw Ron coming in. His gold and red tie was stained with brown sauce. He didn't have time to go back to the dormitory to change into a new one.

Her intuition told her that the conflict in the auditorium would not end there.

In order to make them make less noise, Gloria asked Draco to brew the potion and handle the materials himself. This method was very good and there were no problems until the end of the get out of class.

After finishing his work, Draco was not going to let his enemies go. While Professor Snape was inspecting, he crossed his arms and said to Ron, "How's the bedpan in the hospital wing, Weasley?"

The other Slytherins stared at them maliciously.

Ron gritted his teeth in anger, but Harry pulled his arm and he held back.

"You should really thank Lori. If she hadn't stopped the Dementors from entering the stadium, Potter would have fainted from his broom." Draco said maliciously: "If he falls and can't move, you will have to clean his bedpan--"

Gloria suddenly felt something was wrong and pulled out her wand.

Ron couldn't stand it anymore, so he grabbed the huge, slippery crocodile heart and smashed it in Draco's face.

Young Master Platinum turned even paler with fright, his gray-blue eyes were filled with that slippery heart. He raised his hand to block it, but they were not far away, and with Ron's agility, he probably couldn't dodge it.

A heart several times bigger than a fist stopped in front of Draco's sleeve. There was a little blood on the cuff. A white hand stretched out from behind the boy and held the heart.

"Weasley, for attacking a classmate during class, Gryffindor will deduct fifty points!" Professor Snape was holding his wand, and it was obvious that he didn't need to take action now.

Gloria placed the bloody heart on the table and glanced at the frightened Draco.

"He was the one who cursed Harry first..." Ron was so angry that he wanted to explain.

Draco interrupted him directly, "I'm just telling the truth. Potter is so afraid of Dementors that he faints when he sees them. If Lowry hadn't stopped them from entering the stadium, we Slytherins would have won in the end!"

"That's enough -" Professor Snape put away his wand, his face tense, "The argument ends here, Potter, Weasley, finish your potion!"

It was true that Draco was the first to start the trouble, but Snape was always like that and would not pursue the matter.

"Professor Snape, my school uniform is dirty and I asked Weasley to wash it himself." He held up the blood and mucus on his sleeve.

Now it was Harry's turn who couldn't help himself. He stood up and was about to explode, but was held down by Ron.

"Okay." Snape agreed immediately, looked around at the students watching the show, and said loudly: "Those who fail to finish the potion before the end of get out of class will be deducted points."

Gloria wiped the blood off her hands and said, "Let him wash the clothes. The manor just received a batch of red fire dragon hairs and has sent them to Madam Malkin's shop. It won't be long before your new school uniform is ready and sent to you. It's perfect for winter."

"No, I want him to wash his own hands—" He didn't want to miss the opportunity to humiliate Ron.

"Are you sure?" Gloria blinked twice. "What did you say he washed by hand? Let's destroy this school uniform."

Draco remembered what Ron had to do in detention, and pursed his lips for a while before saying, "Even if it's clothes I don't want, don't let his dirty hands touch them!"

There were only a few minutes left before the get out of class ended. Professor Snape stood on the podium and collected the potion bottles handed in by everyone.

"Pfft hahaha-"

Suddenly someone burst into laughter, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

Gloria looked over and saw that it was a Gryffindor student. The students next to him were too scared to move and had no idea why their friend was laughing like that.

There seemed to be a storm brewing in Professor Snape's black pupils. There was no other sound in the classroom except the laughter of the student who was laughing wildly.

The Gryffindor students had only one thought in their minds: It's over!

"My class is about to end, there's no need to be so happy--" Professor Snape's low voice seemed to hide a knife.

However, the student still didn't stop, and the professor frowned.

He quickly left the podium, walked to the student, picked up an inconspicuous square paper from the table, put it to his nose and sniffed it, "If you eat anything in my class, Gryffindor will deduct 20 points!"

Draco forgot about his argument with Ron at this moment and asked curiously, "Is he crazy?"

Gloria was also curious about what the man had eaten. "Maybe he was played a prank."

Looking at Professor Snape, you can tell it's not a big problem.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the student who was laughing wildly finally stopped laughing. He looked at his classmates around him and felt like crying but had no tears. It was not a pleasant feeling to be socially embarrassed in public.