aircannonsinc Chapter 74 It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguis
Chapter 74 It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguis
Chapter 74 It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguis (Third update of 10,000 words per day)
Snape wasn't sure if Professor Quirrell was hiding in the Forbidden Forest, but he was certain of one thing.
The students' attention will not be easily diverted, at least not before the Quidditch rookie tournament begins.
Especially in the classroom where he just set up the study area, it must be in complete chaos.
To some extent, Professor Snape's guess was correct.
The classroom, originally used for history of magic classes, was now unusually quiet, especially after Professor Snape had left in a hurry.
Orochimaru fiddled with the kettle left behind by Professor Snape, unsure if it contained the Polyjuice Potion that could transform him into Professor Quirrell.
I should try it in a quiet place when I have time.
Orochimaru was thinking when he looked up and saw Malfoy, like an envoy, walking alone in front of a group of Gryffindor students.
The real show is about to begin!
The Ravenclaws immediately guessed what was going to happen, and they all quietly moved away from their seats to sit next to the Hufflepuffs to avoid being hit by the splashing spells.
Hufflepuff was even happier.
Although Slytherin is always an annoying house at Hogwarts, they are still interested in watching the show that follows such a bet.
Whether the reckless Gryffindors couldn't resist beating up Draco Malfoy, or the Gryffindors were willing to bow to Slyck Anguillus, it was something they were happy to see.
"Would you like some Muggle fries and fish and chips? These are leftovers from this morning."
Hufflepuff discreetly shared snacks with the Ravenclaws, making it seem like everyone was having fun.
The Ravenclaws, having set aside their arrogance, recounted the entire lesson to the Hufflepuffs, especially Hermione Granger's questions and the Muggle problem that ultimately proved fatal to Professor Snape.
The people from both houses shared a good laugh and finally heard Draco Malfoy's words.
"Bowing, Gryffindors!"
He arrogantly raised his chin, his gaze fixed on the obnoxious Potter.
"Especially you, Potter. You just say whatever the professor tells you to say. What kind of savior are you? You should change your name to Echo Bug!"
Malfoy's words instantly shattered Harry's joy.
He suddenly stood up.
Splash!
In an instant, all the Gryffindors stood up and looked at Malfoy, their eyes flashing with menacing light, looking like they were not to be trifled with.
"Are they going to fight?" a Hufflepuff student asked in a low voice.
"Not really, the Slytherins haven't made a move yet." The Ravenclaws analyzed the situation accurately.
Just then, a Slytherin student stood up.
This is a pure-blooded wizard; you can tell just by looking at the house crest he wears on his left collar.
Instead of heading straight for Malfoy, he walked up to Orochimaru.
He was sizing up Orochimaru, just as Orochimaru was sizing him up.
This young wizard was skin and bones, but he had a pair of bright, burning eyes that made him look exceptionally spirited.
Theodore Nott.
Theodore Nott introduced himself and, without waiting for Orochimaru's response, drew his wand.
Wizards always choose their own allegiance, especially for Slytherin students.
The seven years of Hogwarts study are not only a process of learning magic, but also a journey of weaving a network of relationships to pave the way for their future ascent to the pinnacle of power.
Orochimaru's pale yellow snake eyes narrowed slightly as he met Theodore Nott's scrutinizing gaze.
He remembered the name vividly.
Malfoy had mentioned to him that this was a pure-blooded member of the Holy Twenty-Eight, whose father was a Death Eater who had served Voldemort.
As for Theodore's mother, Malfoy had no information, only that she had died early and that he had been raised by his father.
Did you come from a single-parent family?
My father must be a short-tempered, reckless, and stubborn person, right?
Orochimaru only glanced at him before recognizing Theodore Nott's family background and guessing the young Nott's personality and magnanimity.
Aloof, cold, yet remarkably intelligent.
Therefore, he both looked down on his father's choice, had a desire to prove himself, looked down on his classmates, and had a high opinion of himself.
But now, such a person has appeared before me, announced his name, and drawn his magic wand.
Orochimaru knew how to respond to such expectations; he had done it many times in the ninja world, and he felt he could handle it.
And so, a flame, even more arrogant and ambitious than Theodore Nott, ignited in Orochimaru's pale yellow snake eyes.
He nodded gently but firmly, without a trace of hesitation or arrogance, yet without losing any sense of composure.
The meaning is self-evident.
I accept you.
"It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguiz."
Theodore Nott pointed his wand downwards, bowed, and slowly walked to Malfoy's side under the watchful eyes of the crowd, joining him in the fight.
Now, it's no longer just the first-year Gryffindor students facing Malfoy alone; their enemy has temporarily become two.
But that's not enough, far from enough.
A peculiar atmosphere permeated the Slytherin freshmen. They might not be as clever as Ravenclaws, able to predict what would happen next, but they had their own strengths.
Their sense of smell is more acute, allowing them to detect the flow of power and ambition.
The pure-blooded wizards did not act, but the non-pure-blooded Slytherins had already realized that their opportunity had arrived!
So the second person stood up from his seat.
He was tall and handsome, with high cheekbones, like a cold tower.
"Lyra Thorne".
Lyra Thorne mimicked Theodore Nott's earlier action, drawing her wand, but her gaze toward Orochimaru carried a hint of fear.
Because his badge is pinned to the right side.
He is a non-pure-blood wizard.
But Orochimaru didn't care about any of that.
Orochimaru nodded again.
In an instant, Lyra Thorne felt as if she had been granted a pardon. Excitedly, she pointed her wand at the ground and slowly bowed to Orochimaru.
"It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguiz."
Lyra Thorne walked up behind Malfoy like an iron tower, standing shoulder to shoulder with Theodore Nott.
The two purebloods glanced at Lyra Thorne unexpectedly, but did not reprimand him for leaving.
Since Orochimaru had already agreed, they wouldn't refuse.
Upon seeing Lyra Thorne's actions, two more young wizards stood up simultaneously and rushed towards Orochimaru at almost breakneck speed.
The college badge pinned to their right side gleamed brightly, mocking their family and everything they had no choice in.
but----
Things are different now. Since Slyke Anguis can accept Lyra Thorne, who is not of pure blood, is it impossible for him to accept them as well?
Then, the two magic wands pointed to the ground, two voices rang out, and two names appeared before Orochimaru.
"Zooey Reed".
Toby Bell.
"9
Orochimaru sized up the pair of agile, sharp-minded, and somewhat unambitious non-purebloods, and, as calmly as before, slowly nodded to them.
I accept you.
The joy on their faces was palpable. It took them a great deal of effort to suppress their excitement and, following the words of Theodore Nott and Lyra Thorne, pledged their loyalty to Orochimaru.
"It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguiz."
After they finished speaking, they strode up behind Malfoy, forming a wide black wall behind him.
With such an inspiring example, the non-pure-bloods who were often discriminated against in Slytherin sprang into action. They came in unison to Orochimaru, pointed their wands at the ground, and bowed slightly to him.
Orochimaru responded to their requests for allegiance one by one.
So, almost half of the Slytherin first-year students gathered behind Malfoy, standing shoulder to shoulder, holding Heimer's wand, and staring fearlessly at the Gryffindors in front of them.
They have become a black river.
But that's not enough, far from enough.
The pure-blooded Slytherin wizards all raised their heads, considering the crowd gathered behind Malfoy and scrutinizing Slyke Anguius, who remained seated motionless.
If it weren't for the group of non-pure-bloods that later got mixed in, they might have already taken action.
But now—
Who will be the first to break the taboo?
They looked at each other, but no one wanted to be the first.
But then, someone stepped forward.
But this person was unexpected. The purebloods subconsciously sized up Malfoy's little sidekick, looking at the short, stocky, and fierce Crabbe.
Vincent Crabbe.
Crabbe glanced at Malfoy, who was leading Slytherin against Gryffindor, then looked back at Orochimaru.
His allegiance remained unchanged; he had been Malfoy's playmate and follower since childhood, just like the knights of ancient noble families.
He doesn't want to change this relationship for the time being; he's still willing to trust Malfoy's judgment.
even----
The moment Crabbe looked at Orochimaru, he felt an aura of authority far surpassing that of Lucius Malfoy.
So he slowly drew his wand and pointed it at the ground.
His short, stocky body bowed slightly forward.
His meaning was self-evident: even if there are non-purebreds in your team, wherever you are, that's where I'm willing to stand.
Although it wasn't entirely sincere, it served as a good example.
Orochimaru pondered this in his heart, then slowly nodded to Vincent Crabbe.
"It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguiz."
After Crabbe finished speaking, he strode forward, pushed aside the non-purebloods standing next to Malfoy, and stood next to Malfoy, with whom he had grown up, and drew his wand.
Once there's a first person, there will be a second.
"Gregory Gore".
The tall and strong Gore did the same thing as Crabbe and received the same response.
And so, those familiar words rang out in the classroom once again.
"It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguiz."
Goyle also pushed aside the non-pure-blooded wizards and stood next to Malfoy, drawing his wand.
Their actions were not solely motivated by Orochimaru; it was all thanks to Malfoy's undisguised loyalty.
The loyalty was so obvious that which pure-blood wizarding family would refuse to stand with the Malfoys?
Milison Burst.
"Tracy Davis."
"Pansy Parkinson's".
One name after another rang out before Orochimaru, one magic wand after another pointed to the ground, and one pureblood after another knelt before him.
In the blink of an eye, almost all of the Slytherin first-year students stood behind Malfoy, forming a giant, pure black python.
Only one person remained in the same spot.
Daphne Greenus looked at Orochimaru with a complicated expression, then glanced at the students who had gathered in the distance like a tide.
She can't be a loner.
She can be very arrogant, looking down on all non-pure-bloods and all pure-blood junior wizards whose status is lower than her own family.
But she cannot afford to be enemies with the entire Slytherin class, who are her greatest asset and connections for the future, the fertile ground for her to rise through the ranks of wizarding and realize her ambitions.
She really regrets it now, regrets saying those harsh words to Slack Anguil that day.
But she was now absolutely certain that if she hesitated any longer, she would regret her actions for the rest of her life!
"Daphne Greennath".
Daphne finally stood before Orochimaru, finally drew her wand, and finally lowered her proud head.
Orochimaru neither refused nor humiliated her, but calmly nodded slowly towards her.
A look of relief took root on her face, followed by a heartfelt sigh. She had never imagined that a young wizard of her age could have such a broad mind.
Your initial suggestion wasn't so bad, was it, Daphne?
She asked herself this question and then said, "It is my honor, Mr. Slack Anguis."
So all the Slytherins stood behind Malfoy, making him dazzled with excitement.
He never expected such a situation to occur.
The moment he turned to look at Orochimaru, the Gryffindors' wary gazes followed, fixed on Orochimaru.