Chapter 610 The Glory of Slytherin
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
No one knows what happened in Snape's office that night, but everyone in the castle knows that at dawn, he walked out of the safety of the castle alone and returned to the Dark Lord amidst the cheers of the Death Eaters. hug.
"I knew Slytherins couldn't be trusted!"
Seamus punched the dean's desk, making an unsurprising loud bang in the silent auditorium.
There was some black ash caused by the explosion on his face. For him, this situation was quite normal.
Especially in the auditorium, almost every student who had participated in the battle had injuries of varying degrees. He was not qualified to even cry out in pain.
But that didn't stop his words from attracting everyone's attention.
Hermione struggled for a moment and looked at the indignant classmates and the complicated-looking Slytherin students not far away.
"Seamus, this is just Snape's personal behavior..."
"Come on." Ron said loudly, pointing to the big hole that was blown open outside the auditorium.
"If it weren't for those Slytherin students, how could the castle gate be breached so easily?"
Hermione's movement of speaking stagnated, and even the surrounding students who were planning to speak for Slytherin House silently shut their mouths.
Under the leadership of Dumbledore and the elegant old man who appeared inexplicably, the Hogwarts side, which has a strong team of professors, cannot easily cause damage to the castle even if the opponent is a huge group of dark wizards led by Voldemort.
But instead of helping, several Slytherin students sneaked near the castle entrance, cooperated with the Death Eaters outside, and blew down the thick castle door.
Therefore, in order to prevent the Death Eaters from rushing into the castle and harming the lower-grade students, Dumbledore had to lead the students to huddle in the castle and passively defend against the dark wizard's attack.
It also caused their current aggrieved appearance.
"I admit."
Draco stood up firmly on the Slytherin table.
Even though the battle had messed up his delicate blond hair, his bloodied, dry lips didn't look elegant.
But he still raised his neck, no different from his arrogant appearance in the past, facing everyone who looked at him with contempt.
"I admit that Goyle and Crabbe's actions have brought great losses to Hogwarts."
His calm expression seemed to contain a stormy sea, and the heaviness it brought caused the atmosphere of the crusade in the auditorium to stagnate.
"But I am a Slytherin, we are all Slytherins, and Slytherin will always be a quarter of Hogwarts..."
His words were not just directed at students who were hostile to Slytherin. As a student of Slytherin, he was even more aware of the wrong ideas that permeated his own college.
"That lunatic Voldemort never wanted to stabilize Hogwarts. He just wanted to make the students here become lunatics like him, and then wantonly destroy countless lives of fellow humans."
"Wouldn't that be nice?" muttered a Slytherin student.
"Very good?" Draco's sharp eyes instantly focused on him.
"Nott, if you want to become a slave to the dark arts, like a rat wagging its tail to its master, begging Voldemort to give you a piece of filthy carrion, I will never stop you."
"but!"
He suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone.
"I am Slytherin, we are Slytherin, elegant Slytherin!"
"There is no rule in the college that says that Slytherin students must become despicable and shameless scum!"
"As long as Hogwarts needs us, Slytherin students will always be a part of Hogwarts."
"No matter what evil means are used, I will definitely..."
With an unparalleled momentum, like an emperor patrolling his territory, he looked around proudly.
"No one is allowed to tarnish this honor that has been passed down from Slytherin House for thousands of years!"
The auditorium suddenly became silent, and everyone stared at Draco standing on the chair with their mouths open, as if they didn't recognize him.
"Hell, didn't he just share the championship with us? Why did Malfoy become like this?!" Ron said with a strange expression.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
These words were naturally more convincing for Malfoy, a Slytherin prefect, than for her, a Gryffindor.
"Professor Welfare has said many times, don't judge a person by his appearance..."
As if she mentioned some taboo, she spoke softer and softer, until finally her eyes were red and she was choked with sobs that she could no longer speak.
Although the fact that Harry and the professor were in the secret room was only spread among the professor and a few of them.
But Voldemort spread the news that the professor was dead, and the professor still didn't show up. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they had to accept the fact that the professor had left them.
Ron and the students around him also looked sad, especially Neville, who bit his lip tightly. The smell of blood filled his mouth, but it couldn't alleviate even a little bit of the sadness in his heart.
When they thought of Professor Welfare leaving them like this and being in this never-ending war, some emotional students immediately buried their heads in tears, causing sobs one after another.
Gradually, the solemnity caused by Draco became silent. Everyone, even the Slytherin students, had all their thoughts occupied by the thrilling battle scene last night.
The more he thought about it, the more sadness grew on his face.
"Mr Malfoy is right."
In this solemn atmosphere, Dumbledore led a group of people into the auditorium.
His face looked a little haggard, and the battle had not caused him any damage, but the sadness in his eyes was no different from those of these students.
Grindelwald fell a step behind Dumbledore, the sadness and anger on his face obvious.
Even though the battle hadn't started yet, he still held the wand tightly in his right hand, and the fierce light in his eyes made the students who noticed him tremble in fear.
Further back, there were the Weasley twins with determined faces, as well as a large group of professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Dumbledore led everyone to where he usually spoke.
But compared with before, there was neither a relaxed atmosphere nor a certain young man for whom he had high hopes.
After standing still, his gentle but powerful eyes seemed to want to remember each of their faces in his heart.
"In this war, our opponents can be the crazed Voldemort, the ruthless Death Eaters, or the evil and sinister dark wizards..."
"But only not, our classmates, friends, and..." He paused, "Professor."
"Hogwarts will always welcome everyone who is willing to protect her. If not, then I hope you can leave quietly and leave this land that has educated you."
"I think..." Dumbledore choked up slightly.
"Tver probably doesn't want to see anyone using the magic he taught to attack his classmates and the castle he protects."
"I knew Slytherins couldn't be trusted!"
Seamus punched the dean's desk, making an unsurprising loud bang in the silent auditorium.
There was some black ash caused by the explosion on his face. For him, this situation was quite normal.
Especially in the auditorium, almost every student who had participated in the battle had injuries of varying degrees. He was not qualified to even cry out in pain.
But that didn't stop his words from attracting everyone's attention.
Hermione struggled for a moment and looked at the indignant classmates and the complicated-looking Slytherin students not far away.
"Seamus, this is just Snape's personal behavior..."
"Come on." Ron said loudly, pointing to the big hole that was blown open outside the auditorium.
"If it weren't for those Slytherin students, how could the castle gate be breached so easily?"
Hermione's movement of speaking stagnated, and even the surrounding students who were planning to speak for Slytherin House silently shut their mouths.
Under the leadership of Dumbledore and the elegant old man who appeared inexplicably, the Hogwarts side, which has a strong team of professors, cannot easily cause damage to the castle even if the opponent is a huge group of dark wizards led by Voldemort.
But instead of helping, several Slytherin students sneaked near the castle entrance, cooperated with the Death Eaters outside, and blew down the thick castle door.
Therefore, in order to prevent the Death Eaters from rushing into the castle and harming the lower-grade students, Dumbledore had to lead the students to huddle in the castle and passively defend against the dark wizard's attack.
It also caused their current aggrieved appearance.
"I admit."
Draco stood up firmly on the Slytherin table.
Even though the battle had messed up his delicate blond hair, his bloodied, dry lips didn't look elegant.
But he still raised his neck, no different from his arrogant appearance in the past, facing everyone who looked at him with contempt.
"I admit that Goyle and Crabbe's actions have brought great losses to Hogwarts."
His calm expression seemed to contain a stormy sea, and the heaviness it brought caused the atmosphere of the crusade in the auditorium to stagnate.
"But I am a Slytherin, we are all Slytherins, and Slytherin will always be a quarter of Hogwarts..."
His words were not just directed at students who were hostile to Slytherin. As a student of Slytherin, he was even more aware of the wrong ideas that permeated his own college.
"That lunatic Voldemort never wanted to stabilize Hogwarts. He just wanted to make the students here become lunatics like him, and then wantonly destroy countless lives of fellow humans."
"Wouldn't that be nice?" muttered a Slytherin student.
"Very good?" Draco's sharp eyes instantly focused on him.
"Nott, if you want to become a slave to the dark arts, like a rat wagging its tail to its master, begging Voldemort to give you a piece of filthy carrion, I will never stop you."
"but!"
He suddenly raised his voice, startling everyone.
"I am Slytherin, we are Slytherin, elegant Slytherin!"
"There is no rule in the college that says that Slytherin students must become despicable and shameless scum!"
"As long as Hogwarts needs us, Slytherin students will always be a part of Hogwarts."
"No matter what evil means are used, I will definitely..."
With an unparalleled momentum, like an emperor patrolling his territory, he looked around proudly.
"No one is allowed to tarnish this honor that has been passed down from Slytherin House for thousands of years!"
The auditorium suddenly became silent, and everyone stared at Draco standing on the chair with their mouths open, as if they didn't recognize him.
"Hell, didn't he just share the championship with us? Why did Malfoy become like this?!" Ron said with a strange expression.
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief.
These words were naturally more convincing for Malfoy, a Slytherin prefect, than for her, a Gryffindor.
"Professor Welfare has said many times, don't judge a person by his appearance..."
As if she mentioned some taboo, she spoke softer and softer, until finally her eyes were red and she was choked with sobs that she could no longer speak.
Although the fact that Harry and the professor were in the secret room was only spread among the professor and a few of them.
But Voldemort spread the news that the professor was dead, and the professor still didn't show up. Even if they didn't want to admit it, they had to accept the fact that the professor had left them.
Ron and the students around him also looked sad, especially Neville, who bit his lip tightly. The smell of blood filled his mouth, but it couldn't alleviate even a little bit of the sadness in his heart.
When they thought of Professor Welfare leaving them like this and being in this never-ending war, some emotional students immediately buried their heads in tears, causing sobs one after another.
Gradually, the solemnity caused by Draco became silent. Everyone, even the Slytherin students, had all their thoughts occupied by the thrilling battle scene last night.
The more he thought about it, the more sadness grew on his face.
"Mr Malfoy is right."
In this solemn atmosphere, Dumbledore led a group of people into the auditorium.
His face looked a little haggard, and the battle had not caused him any damage, but the sadness in his eyes was no different from those of these students.
Grindelwald fell a step behind Dumbledore, the sadness and anger on his face obvious.
Even though the battle hadn't started yet, he still held the wand tightly in his right hand, and the fierce light in his eyes made the students who noticed him tremble in fear.
Further back, there were the Weasley twins with determined faces, as well as a large group of professors and members of the Order of the Phoenix.
Dumbledore led everyone to where he usually spoke.
But compared with before, there was neither a relaxed atmosphere nor a certain young man for whom he had high hopes.
After standing still, his gentle but powerful eyes seemed to want to remember each of their faces in his heart.
"In this war, our opponents can be the crazed Voldemort, the ruthless Death Eaters, or the evil and sinister dark wizards..."
"But only not, our classmates, friends, and..." He paused, "Professor."
"Hogwarts will always welcome everyone who is willing to protect her. If not, then I hope you can leave quietly and leave this land that has educated you."
"I think..." Dumbledore choked up slightly.
"Tver probably doesn't want to see anyone using the magic he taught to attack his classmates and the castle he protects."
