Chapter 20
"Slytherin!"
After the Sorting Hat shouted.
There was a sparse applause from a long table.
Obviously, they were not very interested in a little wizard who was not from a pure-blood family.
Deveraux was stunned.
No.
I haven't put it on yet!
Isn't the Sorting Hat a little entangled?
I am a super genius unparalleled in the magic world!
Am I not brave and loyal?
Uh.
It seems that I am not very loyal.
But at least consider the opinions of the students!
I don't want to sleep in the dungeon for seven years! !
Professor McGonagall took off the Sorting Hat.
Gently pushed Deveraux's back.
Pushed Deveraux out of his collapse.
Deveraux stood up stiffly from the high stool.
His legs seemed as heavy as if they were filled with lead.
He took hesitant steps.
Slowly walked towards the Slytherin table.
At the Slytherin table.
The students looked at him expressionlessly.
There was curiosity in their eyes.
But most of them were indifferent.
As if waiting for a new person to join.
But they didn't have too many expectations.
Deveraux didn't care about this indifference.
He was just full of hopelessness about his future college life.
"Hey, hello, welcome to Slytherin, I'm Marcus Flint, the prefect."
Deveraux was suddenly addressed.
Turning his head.
He saw a tall, muscular boy.
He had short dark brown hair and a pair of sharp blue eyes.
He had a confident and slightly arrogant smile on his face.
"Um, hello, my name is Deveraux Alexander."
Deveraux nodded hesitantly.
Marcus smiled and lowered his head.
"You are already proficient in the Disarming Charm before you even enter school. That's amazing, Deveraux."
"Even in Slytherin, your mastery of this spell is excellent! I guess many third-year students would not be your opponent if they duel with you."
Surprisingly.
Marcus didn't seem to have any opinion on Deveraux because of what he did at the station.
On the contrary, he was quite enthusiastic about him.
It was quite a contrast with other Slytherins.
"Well, thank you. Actually, I'm not that good. I can't master spells better than the third-year seniors."
Deveraux was not flattered to the point of insanity.
He was still very humble.
He also loaded the other party's blue entry.
"Don't be humble. If you want to be respected in Slytherin, being humble is not a good quality, especially... you know."
Marcus said in a veiled manner.
Deveraux understood as soon as he heard it.
The other party must be talking about blood family matters.
Indeed.
From the attitude of these Slytherins just now.
It can be seen.
They should also know that Deveraux defeated Malfoy with Expelliarmus.
But they did not pay much attention to him.
Some people may even deliberately ignore him because of Malfoy.
In this case.
If Deveraux does not want to be picked on by all kinds of people in the future.
He must show his ability.
Deveraux's eyes swept across every Slytherin sharply.
Most of them had cold eyes.
Only Marcus was relatively friendly.
Of course, there was also Malfoy who hated him.
"The social etiquette of the nobility? Haha, it seems that before further learning Transfiguration, I have to solve the problem of interpersonal relationships."
Deveraux's eyes flashed coldly.
"Then what should I do? Can Slytherin have a duel?"
Deveraux asked Marcus with full fighting spirit.
As a result, Marcus was confused by this question.
"Duel? What duel?"
Deverot was stunned.
Uh.
Those fan fictions in the previous life.
Didn't they all say that Slytherin had a duel to select the prefects of each grade?
"We Slytherins definitely don't judge a person's value by duels. What era is this? The war has been over for a long time."
Deverot wanted to hold his forehead at this time.
It seems that his fighting and reckless nature has just been exposed.
Fan fiction hurts people! !
Marcus said with a strange look on his face.
"What I said about not being modest is to encourage you to work hard to make achievements in your studies. You have a good foundation in spells. Work hard in this area. If you can get the first place in the grade in total, then Slytherin will also give you rewards."
Reward?
Deverot's ears perked up when he heard this.
"May I ask what this so-called reward means?"
Deverot asked closely.
“You can allow freshmen to go to places they can’t go to.Place, right in Hogwarts. "
Marcus smiled mysteriously.
A place you can't go!?
Then Deveraux must go!
This is a big deal about his exploration progress!
Deveraux immediately became full of energy.
"Okay, prefect, then the first place in the grade this year is mine!"
Deveraux patted his chest and promised.
Puff.
Hearing what he said.
Malfoy sitting opposite laughed out loud.
Many Slytherins also laughed.
"Oh, Alexander the Frenchman wants to be the first in the grade? This is really possible if he can recognize all the English letters."
Malfoy said in an extremely exaggerated tone.
His two followers laughed loudly.
Many Slytherins also laughed.
Although they may not think this joke is funny.
"A bunch of people who curry favor with the powerful. "
Deverot glanced at those people who were smirking.
He secretly blacklisted them in his heart.
Of course, Deverot didn't care about the joke at all.
He didn't think he was French.
So this kind of vulgar joke couldn't hurt him at all.
Seeing that Deverot's expression remained unchanged.
Malfoy's laughter gradually stiffened.
His eyes became more and more unfriendly.
"By the way, Deverot, your last name should be French, why don't you go to school in Beauxbatons?"
Marcus didn't laugh either.
In order to change the subject.
Pretend to ask Deverot casually about other aspects.
"Well, actually my mother entrusted me to..."
"Wuhu~"
"We have Potter! ! "
Crackle!!
Before Deveraux could say that he was Snape's apprentice in potions.
Suddenly, a cheer came from another long table.
Accompanied by loud slapping of the table and stomping of feet.
Harry Potter was sorted into Gryffindor.
Deveraux did not mention this matter any more.
Marcus did not seem to be very interested in this matter.
So they continued to talk about other things.
For example, the structure of Hogwarts, which Deveraux was most concerned about.
At this time, the last remaining Blaise Zabini was sorted into Slytherin.
Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment.
Picked up the Sorting Hat and left.
At this time.
The most powerful and unfathomable arrogant in the original book stood up with a smile.
Albus Dumbledore!
He said with his arms open.
"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start a new school year! Before the banquet begins, I want to say a few words. That is: 'Fools! Crybabies! Dregs! Twist! 'Thank you, everyone! "
He sat down again.
Everyone applauded and cheered.
Including the Slytherin students.
It can be seen that they still respect powerful wizards.
Next is the start-of-term dinner that Deveraux is looking forward to!
He dares to say that this is definitely the best dinner he has ever had...
If Snape didn't pull him away in the middle.
