Slytherin

Slytherin...?

Sorting Hat, are you fucking with me?!

Didn't you say the Sorting Hat respected personal choice?

So this so-called respect was only for Harry Potter, was it?!

Sean really wanted to grab the Sorting Hat, shake it wildly, and roar at it, asking why—why did a hat have two faces?!

After Professor McGonagall, smiling at the corners of her mouth, removed the Sorting Hat from Sean's head, Sean walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down under Snape's cold, hollow gaze and the silent stares of the Slytherin students, utterly lifeless.

Before long, Millicent also arrived at the Slytherin table. She stood opposite Sean and said directly, "Sean, if you return my things now, I can still..."

"I'm in a bad mood right now. If you want to end up like Malfoy, then keep yapping in front of me."

Millicent froze. She wanted to say something, but ultimately did not dare to. With a cold snort, she went to sit with the other Slytherin students.

Sean had a bit of a headache right now.

Of course, it was not because he had been sorted into Slytherin.

Being placed in Slytherin had indeed taken him by surprise, and the situation did give him a headache, but Sean was not overly worried. This was Hogwarts, after all. Nothing truly vicious would happen here, and as long as he remained cautious in daily life, he could avoid most problems.

The reason Sean had a headache was Slytherin's hidden status as a reserve force for the Death Eaters.

The first two or three years would be fine, but as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named gradually returned, faith in him within Slytherin would rise again. At that time, Slytherin would inevitably become extremely dangerous. Especially after He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named officially returned, it probably would not be easy for Sean, as a Slytherin student, to stay away from the vortex.

Sean had originally planned to spend seven leisurely years at Hogwarts. Now, that seemed basically impossible. And to avoid being crushed as cannon fodder in the future, Sean felt that he needed to make some plans. At the very least, he had to gain enough ability to protect himself.

Thinking of self-protection, Sean suddenly remembered the fight he had had with Malfoy, Goyle, and the others. Given the panel's nature, since he had beaten them, there was a good chance he had obtained one of Malfoy's and Goyle's skills. At that thought, Sean immediately opened the panel and did indeed see the corresponding notifications.

Only...

You initiated a Duel against Draco Malfoy.

Duel victory. Randomly extracting one ability from the Duel opponent.

Extracting...

Extraction complete. Obtained: Pure-blood Noble Dining Etiquette

The corner of Sean's mouth twitched slightly as he continued reading.

Gregory Goyle initiated a Duel against you.

Duel victory. Randomly extracting one ability from the Duel opponent.

Extracting...

Extraction complete. Obtained: Wizard Chess Cheating Skills

At that moment, Sean rolled his eyes so hard they nearly reached the sky. So these two guys were even worse than his useless little Onii-chan? And one of them was supposedly the Malfoy family's sole heir? Oh, fuck off!

While Sean was rolling his eyes, the Sorting ceremony officially ended. Professor McGonagall returned to the professors' table and sat down, while Dumbledore rose to begin his speech.

At the very instant the Sorting ceremony officially ended, forty red gems vanished directly from Gryffindor's hourglass, while one hundred and ten green gems instantly disappeared from Slytherin's hourglass!

Gryffindor's deducted points came from Harry and Ron. The two had participated in the fight and each lost twenty points. Of Slytherin's deducted points, sixty came from Malfoy and his two lackeys, while fifty came from Sean, the legend who had set the precedent for fighting on Hogwarts' first day of school.

Professor McGonagall, Gryffindor's Head of House, did not feel the slightest regret over her House losing points. Instead, she happily took a sip from the wineglass before her, wearing the pleased expression of someone thinking, I may be unlucky, but someone else is even more unlucky—and they brought it on themselves.

As for the Slytherin Snake King, who normally walked as though the wind followed him, his previously hollow eyes now carried a trace of complicated emotion. It was impossible to tell whether it was regret or anger. In any case, it was complicated, awkward, and tinged with a hint of helplessness.

Who knew how a reckless, crude fellow had been sorted into Slytherin?!

Even the well-traveled Slytherin Snake King had never expected such a person to appear in Slytherin!

After all that, he had thought he was digging a pit for Gryffindor, only to step into it himself and take a nasty fall. The Slytherin Snake King even put three times more force into cutting his steak, making the knife scrape against the plate with a piercing squeal.

Once Dumbledore finished speaking, vast amounts of food immediately appeared on the long tables of the four Houses. The atmosphere in the other three Houses reached its peak with the arrival of the food, and witches and wizards of all ages tucked in with abandon. Slytherin, on the other hand, was exceptionally quiet. Naturally, that was partly because their House had lost one hundred and ten points on the first day of school, but it was also because Slytherin itself was never as casual as the other Houses.

Aside from a few ill-mannered first-years like Goyle and Crabbe, the other Slytherin students displayed a considerable degree of etiquette while eating. Only by being different in every respect could they demonstrate the so-called nobility of pure-bloods.

"Samuel, what do you think of this year's first-years?"

"Both the Malfoy family and the Bulstrode family sent someone. Their quality is fairly good. After all, they come from the most famous pure-blood families. I don't know what their upper limits will be, but their lower limits should not be too low."

The speakers were two Fifth Year students, this year's newly chosen male and female Prefects.

At Hogwarts, each House selected one male and one female Prefect in Fifth Year. Every Prefect served until graduation in Seventh Year. In other words, each House had six Prefects at any given time. When the Seventh Years graduated, the new Fifth Years selected new Prefects.

Only the most outstanding students in each House could become Prefects. Of course, this so-called "most outstanding" was chosen by each Head of House. Otherwise, Ron could never have become a Prefect in the original story. Judging purely by merit, he really was not qualified.

Slytherin's Prefect selection differed somewhat from that of the other Houses. Snape did not like handling such trivial matters, so Slytherin held its own small internal selection. The outgoing Prefects then submitted the names of the new Prefects to Snape, and once Snape approved, the selection was complete.

Therefore, Slytherin Prefects either came from excellent families, were exceptionally outstanding themselves, or possessed both qualities. The two Fifth Year Slytherin Prefects before them were examples of the latter!

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