[HP] Born Noble

Slytherin Code of Conduct 63: Luck is a good thing, but hard work is our greatest reliance

"Ahem——" A delicate voice came out of the pink toad's nasal cavity, and then she stood up, obviously about to speak.Interrupting the headmaster's speech, even including Slytherin, who has always been uncomfortable with the headmaster's clothing taste, almost all the teachers and students in the school frowned, and Dumbledore stepped aside in a very gentlemanly manner.

"Thank you, Headmaster," Professor Umbridge's voice was the high-pitched voice of a sweet little girl, but with a face full of loose skin and sagging, Harry noticed a lot of Slater. Lin's frown turned into critical disgust.

After greeting the teachers and students with simple and hypocritical words, Professor Umbridge began to speak, "The Ministry of Magic believes that Hogwarts is an ancient school with a thousand-year history of glory, and we don't mind if it follows It develops with the change of the times, but at the same time, those traditions that have been tempered and handed down over the long years should also be preserved intact, because they have passed the test of time and people's support, we cannot make progress for the sake of progress, change for the sake of change... ..."

Harry didn't know what to say later, he fell asleep leaning on Draco's shoulder.

Harry saw a long corridor, eerie, quiet, and mysterious.There are many doors beside the corridor, but for some reason, he just walked straight through them without looking sideways, until the deepest part, a certain black door was tightly closed, and he went there purposefully...

"Harry, Harry, didn't you sleep well last night?" Harry woke up suddenly, the scar that hadn't hurt for many days was burning brightly, even after he woke up, the burning sensation didn't fade away, and then, He saw Draco's blue-gray eyes, and Draco touched his forehead, "If you wake up, get up, I should take the first grade to find the way...Pansy, you take them away first, don't let them be Keep going, I'll be there next."

"Hehe, brother, I know it's boring, but you're too shameless." Blaise put his hand on Harry's shoulder and lifted him up, "You didn't see that toad seeing you sleeping so How ugly her face was after the incense, I dare to swear, she choked for a while."

Harry shook his head, trying to wake himself up, his feet were a little numb, he asked Blaise to help him, "What did she say?"

Bao asked and shrugged, "Stop joking, baby, my ears only listen to useful news!"

"I can only tell you," Draco said simply before leaving, "Sirius is right, the Ministry of Magic is going to reach out to Hogwarts."

After returning to the common room, Draco wanted to stay and wait for Professor Snape to give a lecture to the first year. Taking this opportunity, he sat in the corner of the common room and made the list of dormitories. Hum, words such as 'tapestry is very luxurious' can be captured in it, Draco thought in his heart, soon you will know how 'expensive' this tapestry is.

At this time, the door of the common room opened, and Professor Snape's voice came over, "... just rest there, and the luggage will be delivered later." After the sound of footsteps stopped, the professor strode in Yes, seeing Draco, the corners of his always stern mouth turned up in a suspected approval, very subtle.

There is no doubt that the Dark Lord is now the time to accumulate strength. With the number of Death Eaters plummeting, he will definitely use all available forces to encourage or confuse people to join the Death Eaters to strengthen the team.Under such circumstances, it would be very wise for Draco to isolate certain dangerous tendencies from other Slytherins in the first place.

Professor Snape's happiness was only short-lived, and then he saw the group of little trolls, and he still walked to his old position with that breathless momentum, and then, his unique deep voice, soft but with unbearable He said in a tone of neglect, "Although you were sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, it doesn't mean that you are a real Slytherin from today onwards. Slytherin pays attention to honor and sticks to dignity..."

Draco sat on the sidelines, thinking of every severe training he had experienced from the Slytherin Snake King, and then watched the little snake in front of him gradually change color with satisfaction.

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"Oh, look at our great first day of school schedule." Zabini couldn't help it when he got the schedule, "History of Magic and two Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, I'm going to pass out now Sleepy."

Harry rubbed his temples and sighed, "Forget it, Blaise, I still have a subject of divination! Think about it, on the first day of school, Binns, Trelawney, and that Umbridge, even if they have a class Long Potions lessons won't heal the wounds in my soul."

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Draco saw Harry rubbing his forehead as soon as he came back after handing out the schedule.

Harry looked at Draco, in fact he woke up this morning with a headache again, because he was dreaming, the dream was messy and fuzzy, there was an ocean, a stone wall, something dark, it didn't matter at all, but there was one place Clear and complete, just the long corridor and the closed door, this is the second time, enough for Harry to understand the signal inside - that is Voldemort's mind interfering, obviously, there is something in the door Something he wants, and he's anxious about it.

Harry didn't say anything in the end, he didn't want to worry Draco because of the trouble caused by his unsuccessful Occlumency, Harry turned over the timetable in his hand, with a sad face, "On the first day of school, I saw something like this A schedule, shouldn't I have a headache?"

Draco narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously not believing, but in the end he didn't say anything, Harry probably noticed it, and he buried his head in packing his schoolbag with a guilty conscience.

Climbing from the hall to the seventh floor for the History of Magic class, and rushing to the cellar for the Potions class after class, from Professor Snape's emphasis on the importance of the OWLs exams before class, to brewing complex palliatives throughout the class, to handing over Getting good grades on homework, leaving the Potions classroom... Then Draco went to Muggle Studies, and Harry moved to the Divination Tower.

Then in the afternoon, it was Pink Toad's black magic, theory, and defense class.

When I looked at the schedule before, I thought this class was miserable, but it was actually not that bad.Regarding this course, fortunately, they had already discussed it in depth during the vacation. From the principal Dumbledore, they have fully understood all aspects of this course from appearance to essence, from function to meaning, so it is really critical to face it. Pink Toad, facing the rubbish learning goals on the blackboard such as 'Understand the basic principles of Magic Defense', it's not disappointing--I didn't have any hope in the first place, so I just ignored it.

Draco and the others sat in an inconspicuous corner at the back of the classroom very presciently before. Following Professor Umbridge's order to 'put away the wand and start reading', Draco took out his ancient rune, And Harry opened the textbook, put on a pose, and then held the amulet and began to enter a meditative state. What a chance to connect with Occlumency without interruption!

Draco looked at Harry, who was not distracted by anything else, couldn't help but smile, and then lowered his head - he now has a new mission, he wants to find a way to completely remove the fragments of the Dark Lord's broken soul from Harry's soul The method of peeling it off, otherwise it will always be a hidden danger if it stays in his soul.

For the soul, modern research is far less unscrupulous and unconstrained than ancient times. The collections of the Malfoy and Black families guarantee that there is no shortage of ancient books, but there are too few parts that Draco can understand—now it can be proved The importance of ancient runes!

"Cough um-"

Draco was fascinated by watching, when he suddenly heard the goose bumps sound from beside him, Draco ignored it and continued to watch.

"Ahem!"

Draco cursed silently and raised his head, only then did he realize that the whole class was looking at him, and the only one who didn't look at him was Harry who was also stared at by the pink toad—he was still closing his eyes meditation.

Before Pink Toad stretched out his hand to Harry, Draco stood up and quietly blocked her attack on Harry, "Professor, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Malfoy, you look a lot like your father." Umbridge retracted his eyes and hands at the same time, and greeted in that sweet voice, "Can I ask, what are you looking at?"

Draco held up the book in his hand, "Suma, Professor. It is a very ancient script used before the Middle Ages in Northern Europe..."

"If I'm not mistaken, this is Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Yes," Draco said politely, "Learn to resist harmful spells and dark creatures to protect personal safety. I have already read the chapters, and I have been waiting for you to get to the point."

"Protection of personal safety? Hehehe—" Professor Umbridge chuckled harshly, "I can't imagine that in my classroom, you will need to protect personal safety. Do you think you will be hurt in my classroom? , Mister Malfoy?"

Draco smiled, not without sarcasm, "Actually, I doubt it too."

Half of the little snakes showed obvious smiles, and the other half laughed out loud.

"Mr. Malfoy—" Professor Umbridge's sweet voice disappeared, "I don't want to say anything more about your previous curriculum, but the Ministry of Magic believes that, as minors, you should use a safe , a risk-free way to learn defensive spells."

"Through these theories? Thank you, Professor, but I personally don't think I need to."

"Oh, really? The theoretical knowledge in this book can help you pass the exam more effectively. Letting students pass the exam is the direction of our efforts as professors, and it is also the purpose of the school!"

Draco saw the pink toad turned to Harry again, and pulled her attention back, "Professor, let me remind you that just because you won't be attacked in your classroom doesn't mean we won't be outside of school. Memorizing the twelve rules of defense against a dementor will not save us a life. Even if it is to get good grades in exams, it does not mean that our whole life is only for exams. Hogwarts The purpose of teaching here is not to test, but to give us a solid foundation for a better and safer life in the future..."

"I don't think you are qualified to judge the educational purposes of Hogwarts, Mr. Malfoy!" After Professor Umbridge interrupted Draco sharply and roughly, he softened his tone stiffly, "Your study plan is determined by the Designed by much older and wiser wizards. You don't need to face some dementors with wands, they are well controlled in Azkaban!"

"Professor Umbridge, may I interrupt you for a moment?" Draco stopped Umbridge, and spoke again with that drawn-out emphasis, "We learn to turn a turtle into a teapot in class. , but it does not mean that we will have a tea party next; we learn how to make an antidote in class, and it does not mean that there is a poisoned and endangered person lying on the podium for us to rescue. If, you can’t guarantee that we will not meet in the future If you go to a mountain monster, you won’t encounter boggarts, you won’t be in danger, and you don’t have the ability to teach us how to resist spells. Please don’t make excuses for your ability problems here. I know you were assigned by the Ministry of Magic. The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, a candidate who has not passed the normal ability assessment, since I got this book, I don't expect to learn anything in this course, and you really don't know how to teach, so, " After talking for a long time, Draco took a deep breath and emphasized, "This year is our OWLs year, and the time is very tight. Can't we be convenient for each other?"

"Ten points from Slytherin!"

Draco looked at Professor Umbridge expressionlessly for a while before he said, "Professor, please allow me to remind you that the point deduction system at Hogwarts is very strict. If you don't explain the reason, the point deduction system will not It works, and if your reason is not valid, points cannot be deducted."

Umbridge had a face as if she was about to be suffocated by herself, she would not speak anymore even if she wanted to say a reason, forced a smile, "Confinement! I have to say regretfully, Malfoy Sir, Friday night..."

Draco held back the sarcasm, "Professor, Hogwarts' confinement system is also very strict, if you don't give a good reason..."

"Zero!" Professor Umbridge finally found a reason, "Mr. Malfoy, if you don't change your attitude in class, you will get zero at the end of the semester. I don't think your father would like to see a The heir who will repeat the grade!"

"No, no!" Draco couldn't hold back the sarcasm anymore, "I won't repeat the grade, Professor, this year is our OWLs year, and there will be no final exam, so the content of our class, Results, grades and future have nothing to do with you."

Back at the common room at night, Blaise sat beside Draco angrily with his schoolbag in his hand, "Confinement also needs a justification? Draco, that old Filch Squib was shut down because we brought muddy water into the corridor on a rainy day." What's the matter with the confinement?"

"Idiot, I'm that old toad Mengmeng, you really believe it!"

The people in the circle, their jaws dropped!

But it is true that the point deduction system is very strict, which is why Professor Snape clearly favors his own college, and no one can really protest, because the professor's reasons for deducting points every time are very rigorous and aboveboard.

Draco had just finished his meal, and by the way, checked the situation of Slytherin's emerald hourglass, and called the seventh grade who also had Defense Against the Dark Arts class today to ask about their deduction of points. Their class situation was even worse, Because it is a promotion class, the four colleges attend together, there are Gryffindor Lions and the gang, and you can guess what the consequences are. It is said that the class was dissatisfied with Umbridge using this kind of rubbish to perfuse them and made a big fuss in the class Gryffindor was almost fifty points deducted, and Slytherin was also deducted ten points. However, judging from the hourglass situation, Draco was very sure that Umbridge's power to deduct points was invalid. quite satisfied.

"How did you do it?" After meditating, Harry felt refreshed and excited at this moment.

Draco looked at a circle of curious people, well, the matter of inheritance is probably no longer a secret, "When every teacher wants to get a position at Hogwarts, he must be on the Hogwarts school's letter of appointment Signed, with the headmaster's signature below. This is a magical contract, which gives professors rights and obligations. I went to the headmaster's office yesterday and added a sentence to Umbridge's letter of appointment."

[I, Draco Malfoy, as the inheritor of Hogwarts, refused to recognize Dolores Jane Umbridge, and was appointed by the Ministry of Magic as the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts ;Reject the Ministry of Magic's decrees imposed on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry;Reject any form of any group or individual taking over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the purpose of taking advantage;Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry will always protect students and impart knowledge It exists for the purpose and rejects any infiltration of the sphere of influence. ] The last two sentences are actually the clauses in the Hogwarts General Charter, but they were also written by Draco in the employment contract. Let's see how this pink toad will die this time!

In fact, today's victory was a fluke. Not everyone can escape Umbridge's punishment as tall as Draco, and it is impossible for Draco to be as lucky as this time to avoid punishment with words every time, so The "Weasley Potter Brothers" quick-acting skipping candy gift pack is particularly necessary at this time. The result was done as early as Harry's third grade, but unfortunately all the stocks were confiscated by Professor Snape during the holidays , Harry will use the underground black market to mail-order raw materials again, collect the necessary herbs from the Forbidden Forest, and then go to the Response Room to actually operate-these behaviors are defined as 'prohibited' by Professor Snape and he has all the details, unless Harry's Occlumency is on the mend, otherwise their underground joke factory would never have started.

However, Harry's Occlumency technique has begun to stagnate recently. Although he told himself that cutting off those under Voldemort's control may be far more important than getting news of Voldemort's actions. Those conspiracies and schemes are naturally taken care of by members of the Order of the Phoenix, but they don't know. Whether it was subconscious curiosity or something, his Occlumency was always powerless against those messy and suggestive dreams.He began to become agitated, and this agitation made Harry think that he was infected by Voldemort's negative emotions, so he felt even more anxious and uneasy. This was a vicious circle.

[He wears the cloak and goes to the mirror—]

[He flips through the papers full of Death Eater murders—]

[He hugged the quilt and curled up at Draco's door—]

[Together they take care of Nob Irving—]

[In the bathtub, he throws himself into Draco's arms...]

No, that's personal privacy!

Harry couldn't stand it any longer, and fell to the ground with a thud, the memory in front of him disappeared, and he seemed to have no strength at all.

"Potter!" Professor Snape was quite annoyed at this situation, "Your brain is filled with those messy joke candy, or the bauble that you injured your neck with a Bludger during the Quidditch trials Playthings? Why don't you try to stop my invasion!"

Harry was gasping for air, his knees were hurting from the knock, but he swears, he really tried.

"If that's the case," Professor Snape was really considering the possibility, "I think I need to tell Captain Monty that they might need a new Seeker."

"No, professor!" Harry struggled to get up from the ground, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and pulled himself together, "I will try my best, professor, let me try again."

Professor Snape's death sight became dull, "That's it for today, the next test will be at the same time in two weeks. You only have one chance."

"Yes, Professor."

After Harry came out of the Potions classroom, he really panicked. Whatever the secret, whatever the conspiracy of Voldemort, he absolutely didn't want to be kicked out of the Quidditch team!Only then did Merlin know how long he had worked hard and how long he had been looking forward to being able to participate in the team selection and become a member of it—from the first grade to the fifth grade!

Draco, oh, Draco has to help him with this now!

Harry told Draco that night what he had been puzzling him these days, about the "long corridors and the big black door of confinement".

In the past few days, Draco's gloomy face has improved a little, and he knows that Harry has been hiding something from himself. It is good that Harry can confess to him now, but how can he know what it is just by hearing such a description? ?There are many long corridors in the world, and which corridor has no door beside it?

"I think, we need to mail order a pensieve, and then you can pull out the memory and let me actually take a look at it." Draco suggested.

But the fastest and fastest way to do this will be this weekend, and the mail order will be available next week.

When he was sleeping at night, Harry began to dream—he didn't realize that he was dreaming when he was dreaming. With a little consciousness, when he saw the closed big black door at the end, he felt a completely unreasonable panic in his heart.

As if he was not under his command at all, as if he was driven by the Imperius Curse, he walked towards the door in a daze, and a voice asked him to open the door, but——he couldn't do this!Dimly, Harry knew that if he opened that door, even if he just touched the handrail, he would lose his house Quidditch Seeker qualification-yes, such a logical relationship made the dreamer Harry felt confused, but he just felt it, and it must be!Most definitely!

Harry stood in the corridor, stubbornly not taking a step forward, he didn't want to be kicked out of the Quidditch team, Harry tried hard to let go of that curiosity, he tried hard not to look in that direction, he loudly Tell yourself not to be curious, no matter what is inside, he will not be curious!

—and then they all disappeared, and Harry fell back into darkness, unconscious, and then, when he was conscious again, he woke up and it was daylight.

In the early morning sunshine, Harry sat up hugging the quilt, only then did he realize the whole dream from beginning to end, and this time, the scar on his forehead did not hurt after he woke up, on the contrary, his sleep quality was very good Yes, refreshed and relaxed.

Is Occlumency finally working?

Harry has never felt so relaxed, happy, full of peace and self, without a little bit of negative anxiety and depression, whether practicing Occlumency is to protect the professor, or to protect himself from being out of control, at this moment, ha Leigh realized the real benefits brought by Occlumency, and he himself felt happy, freed from the invisible heaviness and pressure, feeling—very good, super good!

Harry hugged his own bone pillow and couldn't help rolling twice in excitement. Then he couldn't wait to jump out of bed, dressed indiscriminately, and rushed out all the way. He wanted to verify whether this was real at the first time. of!

Even if Professor Snape has no bed, no one likes to be rushed into the bedroom door by a reckless little troll just after stepping out of the bathroom in the early hours of Saturday morning—that nasty little green-eyed little monster. The troll knew the password, didn't even knock on the door - and then pestered himself to cast a powerful black magic spell, even with only a bath towel around his waist and no time to get dressed!

very good!

He'd show this green-eyed little bastard, who is totally unqualified, what it means to be discreet, what it means to be private, what it means to be a Slytherin and behave gracefully at all times!

Professor Snape threw a powerful [Instinct] mixed with anger, without even warning in advance, but this time, the real, powerful, perfect, Harry's Occlumency worked!

The professor had tried several times, without success - which meant that if the professor could not succeed, neither would the Dark Lord, nor would anyone else.

After really practicing Occlumency, the negative effects of being [Inspirited] are gone. In fact, although Harry's eyes widened, he couldn't feel anything. He just blurted out through the professor's wand and The spell let him know that his memory was being read, but for him, he didn't feel anything.

So, a real success!

Harry saw Professor Snape finally put down his wand after trying three times in a row, and looked at him with a complicated expression. Harry automatically ignored the professor's never-smiling face, and cautiously asked, "So, I succeeded?"

The little troll's green eyes, wide with excitement, were bright and clear in the morning sun.When the professor met those beautiful green eyes, his expression suddenly became blank.

"I think—yes."

"Great! Thank you, Professor!" Harry hugged it with complete excitement, embracing the professor's pale skin and thin body under the black robe for many years, completely forgetting what a terrifying existence his Majesty the Snake King was. .

The professor froze for a moment, stiff - but in the end, he rubbed the only soft black hair that was not like Lily with one hand.

He hates children!

Because they're just a bunch of brainless little trolls!

Especially the one in my arms, who is all kinds of leaders - reckless, naive, ignorant in doing things, mischievous, reckless, always in trouble...

A troll among trolls!

Lily's...

Did you see that, Lily?

—Your little troll is finally safe now.