HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Time slips away quietly in the busyness.

Cygnus' days were filled to the brim.

On the one hand, there are the hidden lines, resources and potential threats of the "Rose Cross Group" that need to be sorted out urgently, which require her precise mind and ruthless hands to control.

On the other hand, it was fun to watch Gareth Rozier's pathetic and ridiculous performance.

Poisoned.

Segnus's fingertips ran over a secret report, and a cold arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

Poisoning again.

Her stupid brother came back with only a few memories from his previous life, but he couldn't even hide his shortcomings. He has been using such dirty tricks in the gutter for two lifetimes.

Stupid as always.

She didn't even bother to expose him, she just watched coldly as he went further and further down the path of digging his own grave.

Even Draco, who was temporarily "released" by her for observation, became so low-level under his stupid guidance.

Thinking of Draco, the last bit of warmth in Segnus' eyes disappeared.

Trash always smells like each other.

As for Rita Skeeter?

The woman who was once known for her sharp tongue and prying into privacy has now become Cygnus's most enthusiastic cheerleader.

Ever since receiving the "friendly visit" from Segnus and his companions, Rita has completely understood who is the one that really should not be provoked.

The pages of the Daily Prophet have almost become a personal show for Segnus Malfoy.

"The light of wisdom shines brightly at Hogwarts!"

"Malfoy Pearl: the perfect embodiment of beauty and wisdom!"

"The rise of a new generation of leaders? Count down the outstanding qualities of Segnus Malfoy!"

......

The titles are more exaggerated than each other, and the words are so gorgeous that they are disgusting.

With a blank expression, Cygnus threw the latest newspaper into the fireplace.

The flames instantly devoured the compliments, reflecting a barely perceptible hint of boredom in her gray-blue eyes.

Convinced?

What she wants is the awe that comes from the soul and the submission brought about by the crushing of absolute strength.

Rather than this kind of fleeting and empty reputation built up by public opinion and intimidation.

Rita's pen couldn't write what she wanted.

but……

Segnus looked at the jumping flames, his eyes moving slightly.

It's not completely useless.

At least, the name "Segnus Malfoy" is no longer just a vassal attached to the surname "Malfoy".

It began to have an independent and shining mark in the British wizarding world.

beautiful?

Yes, it was her natural weapon, but she hated it when people only saw that.

wisdom?

This barely touches the core.

"Wisdom", "ability", "leadership qualities"... these words began to be associated with her.

However, under those deep-rooted prejudices, many people still sneer:

"It's just my luck that I was born into the Malfoy family."

"What is she without the name Malfoy?"

"No matter how smart a woman is, she still has to rely on men to get to the top in the end. I think it's Lucius who is building momentum for her behind the scenes!"

……

Segnus was well aware of these undercurrent discussions.

A vase? Clinging to the rich and powerful? Relying on men?

The cold curve at the corner of her mouth deepened, with a hint of sarcasm.

Only when you truly stand in front of her, feel the weight of her will, and witness the fierceness of her methods, will you understand.

The relationship between the Malfoy family and her has never been one-sided.

It is mutual achievement.

Lucius needed her brains and ruthlessness to consolidate and even expand the Malfoys' power;

And she needed the convenience and resources brought by the ancient surname Malfoy as a springboard.

But the kernel?

She was different from Lucius, Narcissa, and even Draco, who had disappointed her.

She was Cygnus first.

An absolutist whose soul is engraved with the word "selfishness".

Then, there was Malfoy.

Malfoy is her identity, her tool, her stage, but it is by no means her shackles, nor does it define her completely.

"so……"

A cold voice sounded in a quiet corner, with a hint of laziness, interrupting the hurried footsteps and panting coming from not far away.

Cygnus raised her eyes slightly, her gaze falling on Harry Potter, who had just run over, holding his knees and gasping for breath.

His black hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and his glasses were crooked.

The indifferent curve at the corner of her lips seemed to deepen a little, with a hint of understanding and a hint of amusement.

"So you know what the game is about?" she whispered softly.

It was as if she had already expected that he would appear in front of her at this time and in this appearance.

Harry was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

He almost couldn't wait to pour out the shocking information he had just obtained, his voice filled with shock and fear:

"It's a dragon!"

He said hurriedly, his eyes still showing the fear he had when he saw the huge creature, "Hagrid took me to the paddock at the edge of the Forbidden Forest...Charlie Weasley and his colleagues...They brought four! Four dragons! Right there! The first project...we have to deal with dragons!"

He told out loud everything he had seen and heard.

Hagrid's secret invitation, the huge, breathtaking creature, Charlie Weasley's confirmation, and the speculation that Madame Maxime and Karkaroff might know, too.

All details, without reservation.

Cygnus listened quietly.

Her posture did not change at all, still that elegant look with a hint of laziness.

In those grey-blue eyes, there was no surprise or worry as Harry had expected, only a calm and deep look as if one had already seen through everything.

Of course she knows.

With Rita Skeeter's knack for uncovering secrets and her invisible control over the Daily Prophet, she already had more detailed intelligence about the first project than Harry did.

It was just the expected trouble.

Looking at Harry's frightened look, as if he had just escaped from a dragon's mouth (in fact, he just "saw" it), a very faint, almost pity-like mockery flashed through Cygnus' heart.

As expected, he is still that impetuous savior.

A little fright can make him lose his composure.

But at least he wasn't stupid enough to faint after hearing the news, or run to Dumbledore in tears.

This bit of "courage" can be considered a specialty of Gryffindor.

Harry did not notice Cygnus's calmness, or rather, he did not expect her to be surprised.

In his heart, Segnus knew nothing was strange.

What he urgently needs now is a solution!