All Bow Their Heads, While I Alone Hold Mine High!

Tonight is Halloween Eve.

The Great Hall of Hogwarts was decorated with live bats.

The giant pumpkins Hagrid grew were carved into lanterns, and some mischievous little wizards would crawl in and out of them.

Silan returned to the long table in Slytherin, took some Steak from the plate, and cut it into pieces with a knife.

In the distance, several Slytherin students were whispering among themselves, discussing what had happened to Mrs Norris in the corridor earlier.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened. Beware, those who oppose the Heir!" a Slytherin student said smugly. "Do you even know what the Chamber of Secrets is?"

"The Chamber of Secrets? I've heard my father mention it," another student whispered.

Those nearby, intrigued by their conversation, couldn't help but ask questions.

"Speak up, Billy!"

"Merlin's butt cushion!"

Stop keeping us in suspense!

The student who spoke first, seeing that his thunder had been stolen, hummed somewhat unhappily and answered first.

"As you all know, the four houses of Hogwarts are named after their founders."

"Godric Gryffindor, Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Salazar Slytherin —together they built this castle to escape the persecution of Muggle."

"And then, Aidan?"

The other young wizards were drawn to Aidan's words and all turned their attention to him.

"Later, the differences between Slytherin and the others grew."

"Because he wants to recruit those with pure wizard blood, just like us."

When Aidan mentioned his lineage, he was as proud as a peacock spreading its tail feathers.

The other students nodded in agreement.

"The right decision."

"There are just too many Half-blood and Mudblood at this school."

"Who can guarantee that these Half-blood and Mudblood won't side with the Muggle? Help their Muggle relatives against us? They're too close to the Muggle!"

Aidan nodded repeatedly and continued, "Afterwards, Slytherin built Chamber of Secrets, which is said to be openable only by his successor."

At this point, Aidan deliberately paused, savoring the feeling of being the center of attention and anticipation.

"What's inside the Chamber of Secrets?" someone asked.

Aidan gathered his emotions, preparing to say something surprising in a mysterious manner.

But Billy beat him to it.

Billy pursed his lips and said rapidly, "There's something terrifying inside!"

"I've heard that if it's released, it will purify the school according to the heir's will, eliminating all those unworthy to learn magic."

"What is that terrifying thing?"

"A monster! A monster that only the Heir of Slytherin can control."

"Oh my God!"

One student wailed, "I almost failed two courses, will I...?"

Another young wizard, whose grades weren't very good either, spoke up tremblingly.

"Don't worry, you're Pure-blood, you'll be fine."

He was saying this to himself as well.

After all, he himself almost failed three courses.

Seeing that Billy had beaten him to his words again, Aidan glared at him with some displeasure and threw out another intriguing question.

"Who do you think will be Heir of Slytherin?"

The students nearby were silent for a moment, then a few voices whispered among themselves.

"Who knows?"

"Perhaps it's Malfoy?"

"Very likely! The Malfoy family has a noble bloodline, they are Pure-blood among Pure-blood, and they have been Slytherin for generations."

Malfoy, who had been eating with Goyle and Crabbe after walking back down the corridor, had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Hearing them mention him, Malfoy's lips curled into a smug smile.

He has never hidden his pride in his family honor and pure bloodline.

These people do have some discernment.

Although he knew he wasn't the heir, Malfoy still felt a secret thrill.

He pretended to be nonchalant, but continued to eavesdrop.

When the Malfoy family was mentioned, the group of whispering young wizards seemed to have reached a consensus.

Everyone thinks Malfoy is very likely to be the heir.

The topic seems to be coming to an end here.

A voice hesitated before saying, "Is it possible... it's Prewett?"

Upon hearing this name, the crowd suddenly fell silent.

A few young wizards secretly glanced at Silan in the distance out of the corner of their eyes.

All the young wizards moved closer together in unison.

Malfoy held his breath, listened quietly, and even slapped Goyle and Crabbe, who were munching on their food.

"You two, be quiet!"

"There's absolutely no elegance to speak of."

After he finished speaking, Malfoy turned and glanced at Silan.

His movements were elegant, his manners impeccable, and he possessed an aristocratic air.

Malfoy glanced at Goyle and Crabbe, who were engrossed in their food, and sighed.

"It seems only Prewett can keep up with me."

The young wizards, huddled together, began to whisper amongst themselves again.

One of them said mysteriously, "Have you forgotten? Prewett is a Dragon Rider."

Upon hearing this nickname, the other young wizards immediately recognized it.

"Yes."

"He can even control Dragon, so what about that monster...?"

This view was shared by others.

But a sharp voice interrupted them.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Have you all forgotten that he spends all his time with that filthy mud... witch from Gryffindor?"

Would he really hurt her?

The young wizard suddenly stopped talking when he uttered the word "Mudblood," not daring to look at Silan.

Joke.

I'm not stupid.

Nott's lesson is still fresh in our minds.

Just now in the corridor, even Malfoy didn't dare to say that word in front of Prewett.

I don't want to get into this mess.

"You never know," Aidan said, startlingly. "What if he's planning to get close to that Muggle-born Gryffindor and then feed her to the monster?"

Everyone else was taken aback by Aidan's bold guess.

"Really? Really?" someone stammered.

"I don't have any grudge against Prewett, do I? I even bought his maps and quill pens..."

Some people are still shaken.

"How about... we secretly beat up Nott? That way, Prewett might..."

Someone made a suggestion.

"Stop talking... He... he's coming!"

Some people panicked.

Noticing that Silan had gotten up and was walking towards them, all the young wizards immediately fell silent and lowered their heads.

You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me...

In fact, Silan didn't even notice them.

He was planning to take advantage of the effects of the Baruffio's Brain Elixir before they wore off and quickly use the Wizard's Eye to gain experience.

Seeing that they were all burying their faces in their food like ostriches in fear of Silan, Malfoy couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

Embarrassing.

They've really brought shame to Pure-blood families.

A mere passerby named Prewett passed by without saying a word, and you're all so scared?

I, Malfoy, am ashamed to be associated with you!

Malfoy pinched his thigh, mustered his strength, and raised his noble head.

Everyone bowed their heads, but I alone held mine high!

He looked at Silan with a stubborn expression.