Chapter 20 Pansy Parkinson

As he walked along, Ino ignored all the strange looks around him, and then sat down at the Slytherin table.

"I knew... really, I knew you would be in Slytherin on the train."

As soon as he sat down, he heard whispers from his side. Just by listening to the tone of the voice, he knew who it was.

"Please keep quiet and show your dignity! Mr. Malfoy."

Ino didn't want to say a word now, let alone chat with the dragging brother.

"Tsk! You're here again, don't think I don't know what you think. Besides, decency is only for outsiders to see." Malfoy said nonchalantly.

"Now you really have to keep quiet."

As Ino said, he also hinted Malfoy with his eyes to look at the guest of honor.

At this time, the sorting ceremony had already ended.

As the headmaster, Dumbledore had also stood up, first looking at all the students with a smile on his face, and then opening his arms. It seemed that nothing made him happier than seeing the students gathered together.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start a new school year!"

"Before the banquet begins, please allow me to say a few words, that is: Idiot! Crying! Scum! Twist! Thank you all."

After saying these words, Dumbledore sat down, and everyone applauded enthusiastically.

Of course, there were also many people discussing the meaning of the words the headmaster said, and they were not limited to Ravenclaw, even Slytherin and Hufflepuff teams whispered.

"I'm so bored..."

Ino had no interest in these discussions. Compared to guessing riddles here, the long table was full of delicious food. Isn't it delicious?

Just in front of him were roast beef, pork chops, whole roast chicken, bacon ham, fried lamb chops, French fries, boiled potatoes, charcoal-grilled potato chips, Yorkshire puddings, pea sprouts, carrots, gravy, ketchup, various breads, etc.

But this is a long dining table, and there are countless delicacies in the distance.

…

“Gluttony is no different from greed…”

Ino glanced at the next table, where a red-haired freshman was eating two chicken legs with both hands, looking like he had never had a full meal at home.

After shaking his head speechlessly, he picked up the plate at hand, selected a few nearby foods, and began to enjoy the sumptuous dinner slowly.

“Do you know that pure-blooded scum?” a crisp voice sounded.

“Are you talking to me?” Ino raised his head helplessly.

He didn’t want to pay attention to the other party, but with the other party’s question, the little snakes around him stopped eating at the same time.

“Parkinson! Pansy Parkinson.”

The owner of the voice had black short hair, fair skin, and delicate facial features, but the thin cheeks on both sides always looked a bit mean.

“Ino Swinburne!” Out of politeness, Ino put down the tableware in his hand and then looked at the girl opposite.

As for Parkinson, he still had more impression of Malfoy. After all, in the original book, this girl who loved the arrogant man for 7 years but finally married someone else was somewhat regrettable.

But no matter what, now was not a good time to chat.

Because since the dinner started, Ino always felt that he was being scanned by some vague eyes.

Especially now, the feeling was more obvious, but he also made up his mind, that is, no matter how you look at me, I will not raise my head to respond, even if I can accurately see the approximate position of the eyes.

"In Hogwarts, I only know a few people, but not including the one just now. Can I have dinner quietly now? Miss Parkinson!"

Ino answered quickly, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he picked up the plate by himself and lowered his head to continue to solve the remaining half of the steak.

The scene was a little cold for a while.

But this was just the surface. What Ino didn't see was that his cold words just now made many Slytherin girls' eyes shine.

...

Time always passes quietly without noticing.

The dinner came to an end without anyone noticing.

As the last little wizard put down the tableware, the four long tables in the hall were as clean as before under the effect of magic, as if the food just now was just a visual feast of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water.

Dumbledore stood up again, and all the little wizards in the audience kept quiet tacitly, and their eyes were once again focused on the guest of honor.

"Now that everyone is full, while everyone is still a little energetic, I want to give a few more instructions on the precautions for the new school year..."

"First-year freshmen, please note that students are prohibited from entering the forbidden forest behind the castle. I hope you will remember this well, and of course this sentence is also for students in other grades."

Dumbledore's eyes swept across the Gryffindor table, and George and Fred looked at each other with an expression of "I am very obedient".

"Our castle warden, Mr. Filch, asked me to remind everyone that magic is prohibited in the corridors during class breaks. At the same time, 127 new prohibited items have been added. Those who are interested can go to Mr. Filch's office to check."

"The review of Quidditch will be in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in joining the college team, please contact Ms. Hooch."

After speaking in one breath, Dumbledore paused for a moment.

"Finally! I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter accidents, pain, and tragic death, please do not approach the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

After the words fell, the auditorium fell into a strange silence.

The silence of the first-year students was because they were really frightened, while the other seniors were surprised by the abnormality of the principal.

Perhaps the second and third graders did not feel anything, but the sixth and seventh graders... they were more curious about the sudden change of the principal.

As for the corridor on the fourth floor, they had no interest at all. They had walked through it for several dozen times in the past few years, not to mention hundreds of times.

"As for bullying an honest person like this..." Ino thought speechlessly.

Others were afraid of being discovered when they were fishing for law enforcement, but Dumbledore was good, and the fishhook was thrown directly in the face.

This was also fortunately aimed at Gryffindor. If it was put on Ravenclaw, the young eagles might be frightened at first, but as long as they came to their senses, no one would be fooled.

...

"Now, before everyone goes to bed, let's sing the school song together!"

Dumbledore gently swung his wand, and a long golden ribbon appeared in the air, and then the ribbon turned into lines of text, which were the lyrics of the school song.

"Everyone chooses a tune they like." Dumbledore said, "Ready, sing!"

"Hogwarts! Hogwarts! Hogwarts!..."

...

Ino followed the Slytherin team with a somewhat ugly face, and around him were also the freshmen of the Serpentine College this year.

Singing, or chanting, is the best skill of the bards, and they are also the most intolerant of tuneless singing.

But now, listening to the various accents around, even the school song mixed with the funeral march.

In an instant, Ino had the urge to cover his ears and flee the scene.

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