Chapter 64

The welcome party at Hogwarts, to be precise, was a dinner, except for eating, drinking and singing a school song, there was nothing too unusual about it.

Dumbledore, whom Lupine crazily adored, was tall, with silver-white hair and a long beard, and a wizard robe with stars on a purple background.

Snape still had that half-dead look, except for the occasional moment when his eyes flicked to a corner of the Gryffindor table, he would be a little moved.

Old Si didn't notice Anton, obviously all his attention was attracted by some cute little boy.

Serious McGonagall, Rocky with a heavy turban, Sprout with a hat full of patches, the short but amiable Flitwick, the tall Hagrid...

After dinner, it's bedtime.

Led by the prefect, go down the long stone steps and spiral stairs all the way down to a stone wall.

The female prefect's name is Gemma Farley and the male prefect's name is Farney Goldstein.

"The slogan is 'Pride'." Prefect Farne held his head high, and the freshmen could only see his nostrils. "This is a slogan specially set for freshmen. I hope you can remember our Slytherin qualities!"

After the slogan was read, the stone walls parted to reveal a bright common room with a fire burning in the fireplace and torches lining the walls.

The windows in the lounge are large, and you can see the rippling lake water outside. From time to time, unknown small animals swim past the window.

Apparently, this dormitory was under the lake in front of the castle.

Anton didn't feel the moisture, and touched the wall. Obviously, the powerful magic guaranteed the minimum living conditions.

The bedroom is very large, with a tall four-poster bed, hung with green silk curtains, and the bed cover is also green, with a big snake pattern embroidered with silver silk thread.

"Yes, but why should I live in the same dormitory with him!"

While Anton was looking around with interest, Decora was angrily growling at the prefect.

Prefect Faney gently patted his hand away, "Freshmen only have their fate arranged. What you should do is to adapt to this arrangement with an attitude, so that you can feel better!"

Draco clenched his fists and looked at him coldly, "Don't use your ridiculous prefect title to arrange me, my father is a school manager."

"Hahaha..." Fane smiled, and stroked his delicate sideburns, "It's as if someone's father is not a school director."

He lowered his head and stared at Draco closely, "Student, the first class, respect the seniors, especially the prefects."

Boom!

Draco arced in front of Anton and landed on the bed.

His two little followers hurried over, and Blake nervously went to help him, "Are you okay?"

Draco flung it away, staring closely at the prefect Farne, "I remember you."

Fane laughed, "I'm honored."

Then, he came over again, looked down at Anton mockingly, "Oh, I know, poor kid, living with three people who hate you, you will have a hard time after that."

"But you heard clearly, be good, don't make trouble for the prefect, and the prefect won't make trouble for you, okay?"

He helped Anton tidy up his collar gracefully, "So, after being bullied, just hide in the bed and cry obediently, don't make trouble."

Anton smacked his lips and looked at him curiously, "You just attacked Draco, can you attack your classmates like this at school?"

The prefect pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was used to it, "It's no big deal, this is Slytherin, understand? Everyone compares background, power, and excellence. Of course, we still compare Strength."

He looked like he was reading a joke, and patted Anton's little face lightly, "The strong prey on the weak, boy, learn to respect the strong."

Anton smiled knowingly, "Understood."

His eyes suddenly turned into python-like vertical pupils, and his body quickly transformed into a huge adder, the thickest part of which was as thick as a truck tire.

The terrifying python body quickly wrapped around the prefect's body, twisting vigorously.

"Animagus!"

"how is this possible!"

"New students are monsters!"

This senior senior obviously had quite a bit of combat experience. After screaming, he released an Iron Armor Curse on himself in a panic.

But that's where it ends.

With a twitch of the snake's tail, it vigorously brushed across the prefect's face, and slapped the wand in his hand away.

The big snake's huge head extended to the roof of the dormitory, lowered its head, and looked at him coldly with a pair of vertical pupils.

Draco's two little followers jumped onto the bed in fright, and hugged Draco tightly, and the young master kicked his legs back to the deepest part of the bed, and the three swallowed in unison.

The big snake sighed faintly, "I thought the magic school was an ivory tower."

He twisted vigorously, and the Iron Armor Curse on the prefect seemed a little overwhelmed, and a swaying magical light began to emerge.

The big snake leaned its head against the prefect's ear, and the icy scales slid gently beside his cheeks. The proud senior who only had nostrils left was shivering with fear.

"Dear Prefect, have I earned respect now?"

The prefect nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and looked at the big mouth in fear.

"Really?" Orochi was obviously a little excited, "You didn't lie?"

"Really!" The prefect's voice was trembling and frightened.

Snapped.

The prefect fell to the ground, and Anton had already recovered. He was obviously very happy. He stretched out his hand to pull the prefect up, and tiptoed to tidy up the prefect's messy collar.

"It seems that I have earned respect?"

The prefect stared closely at his tender white hands moving around his neck. This was his favorite movement, but now he was only frightened, "Yes... yes."

"Great!" The little wizard was obviously very happy, with a clean and pure smile, waving his little fists, "Before entering school, my aunt always reminded me to get along with my classmates, to actively integrate into the group, and not to be so withdrawn. It seems that I do Arrived."

He turned his head and smiled at the three of Draco, his smile was so bright, his white teeth were distorted under the shimmering Slytherin lights.

"Are you right?"

The three nodded in unison.

Anton was very happy, and hugged the prefect vigorously, "Thank you for your teaching, prefect, good night."

The prefect twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally just said "good night", then raised his head and walked out proudly, but the mechanical steps of his legs seemed so stiff.

"So, good night, my lovely roommates."

The three said in unison, "Good night."

"What a beautiful day." Anton stretched his waist and walked towards the bed closest to the window. He looked at the figure of a huge octopus swimming by outside the window, and was amazed. "I like Hogwarts. Leitlin, that's great."

"Quack quack."

He was worried that a series of bad habits developed by the old wizard would affect his life in this ivory tower where white magic prevailed. But obviously not, he has a sense of happiness like a duck in water, which is great.

A good night's sleep.