HP: White Lord of Slytherin

Professor Snape walked to the podium like a gust of wind, and looked at Harry and Ron standing at the door with his dark eyes.

The two received the death gaze and immediately found a place to sit down. The professor then waved his wand and closed the door.

Then the deep voice slowly flowed, saying the most sarcastic words in the calmest tone, "Our Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were as healthy and strong as trolls in the morning, but they caught a bad cold and were admitted to the hospital wing after lunch. As your Potions Professor, it is my responsibility to prepare potions to restore them to health."

I knew right away that you two had eaten something to make yourself sick so that you could avoid Potions class.

Draco stared at the two behind him and sneered, saying to Gloria, "Two idiots, Professor Snape will not let them go easily."

Gloria sighed secretly. No wonder Professor Snape suddenly came to her this morning to buy three bottles of medicine that he had given to Hermione yesterday. Then, looking at Hermione's expression of dismay towards Harry and Ron, it seemed that he knew the inside story and probably failed to persuade them.

Sure enough, after Professor Snape said this, the two unlucky guys buried their heads even lower.

But the professor was not going to let it go like that. "Gentlemen, please raise your noble heads and look at the procedure for preparing the potion today."

Harry and Ron had to look up and saw Professor Snape who was ready to attack.

Draco was determined to watch the show, so Gloria simply asked him to deal with the potion materials while she was responsible for brewing the potion.

Since the students started the fight, Professor Snape just stood beside the two men at the back, his eyes hanging over their heads like swords.

When Ron forgot the Billywig sting, Professor Snape began, "Mr. Weasley, why didn't you dispose of the Billywig sting and give it to Mr. Potter? Did he steal it?"

Openly mocking them for stealing their own materials.

Ron's cheeks flushed with shame, and Harry gritted his teeth, wishing he could use the stinger to sting himself a few times and then fly away.

"Haha——" Draco laughed without any scruples. Their headmaster didn't even frown when he heard it, and continued to stare at the two unlucky guys.

Gloria added the finely ground stinger he had ground into powder in three portions.

Being stared at like this, Harry was very nervous and stirred the potion in the wrong direction. Professor Snape said coldly, "Mr. Potter, you stirred it in the wrong direction."

Harry corrected himself hastily.

Professor Snape added: "Your force is too great, the cauldron is about to overturn. Did your cold cause you to have too much mucus and block your brain?"

Gloria admired their dean's sharp tongue very much, and Draco was laughing so hard that he was shaking.

Professor Snape didn't move at all during the entire Potions class, just standing there, deducting ten points from both of them.

For this reason, Neville was not as nervous as in previous courses, and this time there was no trouble, and he completed the brewing of the potion in accordance with the rules.

Gloria has already brewed the perfect potion and Draco is bottling it.

Harry and Ron, who had been mocked by the old bat for a whole class, lived up to everyone's expectations and brewed a failed potion. Professor Snape sneered at them and returned to the podium without saying a word to collect the students' finished potions.

Draco handed in the potion and was not surprised to hear the Headmaster give Slytherin ten points.

Then it was Hermione's turn. Professor Snape stared at her for a while and said, "I will put away the potions that are barely edible, so that no one will accidentally drink them and turn into a cat."

Hermione thought she had escaped: "..."

As the get out of class was about to end, Draco laughed even louder, causing the other Slytherin students to laugh as well. Professor Snape turned a deaf ear to him and assigned homework to the two houses separately.

Slytherin's homework was about the same as before, Gryffindor's homework was twice as much, and Harry and the others had it even worse, having to do twice as much again.

"They will never finish it!" Draco vowed.

In fact, Gloria also thought so. There was so much homework and there was only a short time left until the next Potions class.

"Shall we go to the library?"

Draco was in such a good mood that he didn't even stay to taunt Potter anymore. Instead, he held his head high and went to the library with Gloria.

In the Potions class on Friday afternoon, Harry and his classmates did not finish their homework as expected, so they were severely criticized by Professor Snape. After deducting credits, they were given more homework, and the ones they had not finished before had to be made up.

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During breakfast, a group of owls flew into the auditorium, including Gloria's Amy. The big but coquettish Amy approached her as soon as she landed, not in a hurry to give her the letter on her feet.

Gloria patted her head and gave her some fresh meat to eat.

Draco leaned over to see who the letter was from. "Dorset?"

And Gloria saw the name: Newt Scamander.

"I think he wants to ask about the Black Flame Dragon. Mr. Scamander likes magical creatures very much."

Draco remembered that was the author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Miss Albert:

I am very presumptuous to write to you. Albus said that there is an extinct black flame dragon near Miss Albert's home. I am very interested in it. Albus suggested that I write to you first instead of meeting you directly.

If possible, can I see that beautiful dragon? If the time is not right, I can wait.

Thank you for taking the time to read this letter.

—Sincerely Scamander

Of course Gloria welcomes well-known experts on magical creatures to her manor. The Slytherin family wants to return to the wizarding world, and the more famous people and families they can make friends with, the better.

Draco also saw the content of the letter. "Can this old man still go out? I remember he is almost a hundred years old."

"Since you gave me this letter, it means it's OK."

Gloria immediately took out the parchment and quill from her bag and wrote back to Mr. Scamander, saying that she would invite him to her estate during the summer vacation.

With this world-renowned expert recording the creatures near the manor, the outside world can know the mysterious and powerful Slytherin family manor is located.

The written letter was immediately tied to Amy's feet. The owl had just finished eating its food, so it rubbed against Gloria and then flapped its wings and flew away.

"It just so happens that I will be taking the Care of Magical Creatures class next year. I believe Mr. Scamander would be willing to help us understand those creatures."

Draco heard the implication that he could live in her manor for a long time, "I'm the same as you."

He would choose whatever electives Gloria took.

There was Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning. At the beginning of the new semester, even the slowest students could see that Lockhart didn't have much strength, especially before Christmas, when he was knocked away by a spell from Professor Snape.

In the classroom, Lockhart was the same as always, wearing fancy wizard robes, and his golden curly hair must have taken a lot of time to groom.

During his class, Draco pulled Gloria directly to the last row of the classroom, and the other Slytherin students did the same, pushing all the Gryffindor students to the front.

Unfortunately, Harry and Ron were called on stage again to begin a realistic performance of Professor Lockhart's works.

It’s a good thing that he wrote so many novels that can be used as textbooks.

"How long will he continue to perform like this? Will those books be enough for a school year?" Draco put one hand on the chair and turned sideways to face Gloria.

Gloria leaned back in her chair and turned to look at the handsome profile of the boy, with unmistakable contempt in her gray-blue eyes.

Feeling the gaze, the boy looked at her, his ears suddenly turned red, "What's wrong?"

Gloria said nothing, just smiled and shook her head.