hotmtlnovel Chapter 78 Slack Order No. 1
Chapter 78 Slack Order No. 1
Chapter 78 Slack Order No. 1 (First update of 10,000 words per day)
Time flies by, but its influence deepens with time.
Three days have passed since the conflict on Monday, and the entire Slytherin school has gradually gotten used to the breakfast routine.
After finishing his morning workout, Slack Anguil would arrive at the auditorium for lunch promptly at seven o'clock.
At that time, all the Slytherin first-year students who had been waiting at the door would file into the Great Hall like a herd of horses that had found a lead horse.
He sat at the head of the table, followed by his most loyal servant, Draco Malfoy.
This first pure-blood noble wizard to serve has already obtained what he might have taken years to acquire.
The respect of his fellow Slytherins.
This respect extends from Slack Anguill to Malfoy, just as the moon always reflects the sun's rays.
The next one on the list was not Malfoy's two henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle.
Theodore Nott, as the first wizard to realize the situation, also received his reward.
His father was never respected in Slytherin, and even as a Death Eater, he was nothing more than a nobody used as a henchman.
But he was currently discussing the flight lesson that would take place that afternoon with Draco Malfoy, who was enjoying pumpkin juice.
"It's said that Mrs. Hodge is still officiating at the Quidditch World Cup, so there should be substitute teachers for the freshmen's flying lessons."
who can that be?
Malfoy didn't care about this; these purebloods had already learned to fly on broomsticks at home.
But when Orochimaru looked over, Malfoy turned his head away and voiced his question.
Who will be the substitute teacher?
"I think it's Professor McGonagall. She's always been very interested in Quidditch. And if something goes wrong, she can deform the ground to prevent students from getting hurt."
Theodore Nott fully demonstrated his talents. He was skilled in calculation and reasoning, a Ravenclaw hidden within Slytherin.
However, compared to the Ravenclaws who preferred books, he had a greater preference for power and strength.
Professor McGonagall, huh?
Orochimaru raised his head and looked at the professor who was giving him a headache.
He didn't want to say it was an illusion, but lately, when the professor was looking at him during his Transformation class, he kept thinking about the Second Hokage's gaze towards the Uchiha clan.
Somewhat similar, but a bit softer.
Orochimaru squinted and slowly turned his gaze back to the Gryffindor table.
In the past few days, because of that falling out, he deliberately reduced his interactions with Harry to avoid too much interaction and attracting unnecessary attention.
Harry doesn't seem to be in good shape.
Since that ceremony, Gryffindor has quietly undergone changes.
However, things didn't go as expected.
Hermione Granger's isolation worsened, while Neville Longbottom seemed to become the new darling of the Gryffindors, and even his toad became a popular pet.
After all, people would naturally prefer Neville Longbottom, whose parents were both Aurors, to witches from Muggle families.
Not to mention the Gryffindor witches.
Before being Gryffindors, they were first and foremost women, and they didn't think Hermione Granger was anything special.
As for Harry—
Orochimaru picked up the pumpkin juice in his hand, took a small sip, and sighed.
Harry hadn't quite come to his senses yet, still worrying about the future he had foreseen, just like the days after the Toad Master told Jiraiya that he wasn't the child of prophecy.
I need to find a way to cheer Harry up. Many of my plans require his help.
Orochimaru thought slowly, then his eyes darted around and he saw Malfoy sitting next to him, talking to Theodore Nott about Quidditch.
A smirk played on his lips as he asked, "If you had to choose, which position in Quidditch would you want to play?"
"The Seeker?" Malfoy immediately perked up. "That's the star position on the field, the center of attention. If you want—"
"Need not."
Orochimaru wasn't particularly interested in children's games; he could play with the children, but he himself wasn't addicted to them.
Orochimaru then tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
One, two, three —
He has an idea.
However, this plan is still missing a catalyst.
Orochimaru's gaze wandered aimlessly through the Great Hall of Hogwarts, like a snake just awakened from hibernation, searching for its prey.
Just then, the loud hooting of owls came from the sky outside the auditorium.
A large flock of owls, like a moving cloud, drifted into the auditorium, dropping the gifts and letters they carried one by one.
Malfoy received candy and a letter from his mother.
Candy is the latest trend in Hogsmeade.
The type of candy was somewhat unexpected by Orochimaru. He had thought that Malfoy would like candy like blood lollipops, which would be in line with his pure-blood status.
but----
"Cockroach skewers!" Malfoy excitedly took out the candy his mother had sent and ate it like a child.
These oddly shaped candies, made entirely of chocolate, were quite out of character for Malfoy, but his mother thought it was fine as long as her son liked them.
Everything else is negotiable.
Orochimaru roughly guessed what the mother was thinking, then turned his gaze to Malfoy's letter.
Malfoy did not hide it from Orochimaru, but instead laid out all of his mother's letters.
"Draco, my little darling."
"Are you doing well at Hogwarts? Are you being bullied? If so, write back to me and I'll have your father teach him a lesson."
"Also, recently some pure-blood families have been inquiring about a child named Slack Anguis. I've heard he's a very dangerous half-blood. You need to keep your distance from him!"
Orochimaru couldn't help but smile upon seeing this.
When Malfoy read this line, he was slightly embarrassed. He silently mouthed to Orochimaru, as if to say, "My mother is like that, please don't mind."
Orochimaru, of course, didn't care about that; he was more curious about what would happen next.
"I've convinced your father; he'll replace the brooms for the entire Quidditch team. Just write to me, and I'll have him do it right away."
"You can do whatever you want, but be careful, my darling!"
"Reply to me."
"Mother."
Orochimaru read it word by word, and found it exceptionally beautiful.
Being loved unconditionally by one's mother is a pleasant memory, isn't it?
Orochimaru was thinking when he noticed that there were words on the back of the parchment.
It consists of only one line, simple and concise.
"Don't embarrass me, Draco Malfoy."
It goes without saying who sent the letter.
Orochimaru noticed that Malfoy's face turned ashen when he saw the contents on the back, but he quickly recovered.
"Have you never mentioned your school life to your family?" Orochimaru asked casually.
Malfoy nodded seriously.
Although news of his loyalty to Orochimaru has spread throughout Slytherin, no foolish pureblood has yet dared to write to his father.
How should I say it, after all?
Old Malfoy, is your son working as a mixed-race servant at school?
Before the truth is confirmed, the pure-blood nobleman who wrote the letter will lose all the support and respect of the Malfoy family.
They can do it, but you can't say it.
This is the status that the prestigious Malfoy family should have.
Just as Malfoy was about to explain everything to Orochimaru beside him and invite him to his manor during the holidays, a commotion suddenly broke out on the Gryffindor table.
The students rushed to Neville Longbottom's side to see the gift he had just received.
It was a crystal ball, completely transparent, but the moment Neville Longbottom held it in his hand, a pale pink mist would appear within it.
coming.
An opportunity has been found.
Orochimaru casually swept his gaze across the high platform where the professors were, guessing the whereabouts of Professor Quirrell, who had not yet appeared, and already had a comprehensive plan.
He was planning a long-awaited infiltration game to see what Professor Quirrell had left at Hogwarts. Wouldn't that be interesting?
At the very least, he wanted to know whether all the professors at Hogwarts were aware of the murderous aura emanating from Professor Quirrell.
This is about his final showdown.
As Orochimaru thought this, his gaze lingered on the small ball in Neville Longbottom's hand, which was emitting a pink mist.
"Do you want it? It's just an ordinary memory ball."
"Draco Malfoy asked softly."
"No, that's Neville Longbottom's Memory Orb, a Gryffindor Memory Orb."
Orochimaru casually gave the order.