Hogwarts: What wicked thoughts could a little wizard possibly have?

Chapter 15 Entrance Dinner

There are too many people here. Leaving aside the other professors at Hogwarts, at least the heads of the houses and Dumbledore are all powerful wizards.

Not to mention, there's also a noseless socket guy who's probably hiding behind someone's head, barely clinging to life.

Vaughn glanced at the professors' table and pinpointed the guy with the purple scarf wrapped around his head.

Now is not the right time to claim the reward. Let's wait until we're alone later!

With a thought, he closed the system panel, ignoring the pointing and whispering throughout the Great Hall, and Vaughn casually walked to the long table in Slytherin House.

thump!

The loud voice silenced the hall for a moment. It was Draco Malfoy. His already pale face was now pale to the point of being bluish. He scrambled to his feet, not daring to look at Vaughn, his robes fluttering as he tried to run to the other side of the long table.

"Hey, Draco!"

Draco's back stopped abruptly, and he turned around stiffly: "Weeweweasley... Mr..."

"You can call me Vaughn. We'll be in the same college from now on, so please take care of me."

Vaughn patted him on the shoulder, startling him. He tried to force a smile, but the muscles in his face wouldn't obey him, contorting in a way that looked worse than crying.

He then looked at Crabbe and Goyle beside him, those two foolish cowards, who had their heads buried in the table and were trembling so hard their teeth were chattering.

At this moment, seemingly unable to stand it any longer, an upperclassman wearing a "P" badge approached and whispered a reprimand: "Hey, you Weasley brat, go back to your seat and don't cause any trouble!"

Vaughn carefully examined his tall, imposing physique and indescribable appearance, then replied with a smile, "Yes, Prefect."

The prefect nodded in satisfaction and, to reward Vaughn for his obedience, led the applause in welcome.

The other Slytherin students at the long table exchanged glances, but finally gave the prefect some face and clapped their hands sparsely to "welcome" the red-haired Weasley, the traitor of the pure-blood family!

Vaughn didn't seem to care and smiled as he sat down next to Malfoy.

The applause from the Slytherin table finally prevented the atmosphere from becoming too awkward. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and said:

"Ahem, quiet! The Sorting Ceremony continues!"

Nothing more happened after that, and the Sorting Ceremony ended quickly. Dumbledore, seemingly unaffected, rose and gave a speech that was difficult to understand before announcing the start of the banquet.

Food was piled up on the long table in an instant.

Of course, the variety is not very large. The meat is relatively plentiful, but the staple food is quite monotonous.

All I ever eat are potatoes. After eating them for so many years, Warn gets sick of them.

"Dear Draco, I think Professor McGonagall is right. Now that we're in the same house, we should treat each other like family."

Vaughn picked up a roasted lamb chop, something he'd loved since his past life, and slowly gnawed on it as he said, "So I've decided to forgive your rudeness on the train, and let's get along well from now on, okay?"

"..."

Is that really the case?

Malfoy stared blankly, and for some reason, he felt a darkness before his eyes. He looked at the delicious food in front of him, wanting to eat a lot to forget something, preferably until he couldn't stand it anymore, go back to sleep, and then wake up to find that it was all a nightmare!

pity……

"Draco, bring me the pudding."

"Hmm, authentic Yorkshire flavor, I like it. Draco, bring over the lamb chops."

"Hey? Aren't you going to eat any? Potatoes make you happy, Draco. Don't always look so gloomy, smile!"

"Look at Draco, how charming you are! Even the Ghost of Slytherin wants to sit next to you... Mr. Ghost, what's your name?"

The new ghost, covered in blood, with a vacant, gloomy face, said: "Barrow..."

In that short sentence, every punctuation mark seemed to carry the scent of blood.

Malfoy, who had stuffed himself full of potatoes, could no longer hold back. He covered his mouth and ran wildly toward the side door of the Great Hall—which led to the restrooms.

When the banquet ended, Malfoy returned looking utterly exhausted, his face almost as pale as a ghost.

The male and female prefects of Slytherin House are responsible for leading new students to their respective dormitories. The male prefect is the guy who scolded Vaughn before.

He introduced himself by name, but Vaughn didn't remember.

Frankly, apart from Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass, who will be enrolling next year, Vaughn felt there was no need to remember the recent Slytherin students.

They're either mentally deficient, severely brainwashed by their families, or have an intriguing appearance. In his past life, when he read novels, he thought the Slytherin Academy only took in some weirdos!

The rather unpleasant-looking, burly prefect led the first-year students to the Slytherin common room—located underground, with a view of the bottom of the Black Lake outside the window, it had a unique charm, yet it was nicknamed "the dungeon."

Seemingly pleased with himself for successfully stopping Vaughn at the banquet, he gave Vaughn a forceful pat on the shoulder after his routine explanation of the college rules in the common room:

"Weasley boy, I don't care what conflict you have with Malfoy, but in Slytherin, in Hogwarts, you must abide by my rules. And I expect you to show more respect to Malfoy. Both are purebloods, but the Weasleys have long since..."

"Mr. Prefect."

Vaughn interrupted him with a smile, "Before you lecture me, I have a question I'd like to ask you, a question about spells."

The prefect frowned: "Weasley, is this how your poor parents taught you manners?"

"That spell is called—"

Vaughn raised his wand and looked at him coldly.

Only then did the prefect realize something was wrong, and he quickly pulled out his wand, just as he was about to utter the spell.

"Disarm you!"

A burst of red light!

The prefect's burly body was sent flying backward.

It smacked against the large bay window in the common lounge that separated it from the lake, and then slowly slid down.

The first-graders and some older students playing in the common room were dumbfounded.

He stared blankly as Vaughn delivered another "Knockout" to completely knock out the prefect, then kicked him on the head and pulled a parchment from his pocket.

Vaughn picked up the parchment that recorded the dormitory assignments and found his name.

Then, with a calm gaze, he swept across the crowd, finally settling on Malfoy.

"Dear Draco, did you see what just happened?"

Malfoy shuddered and stammered, "No, nothing?"

"No, that's not smart enough. You should say, 'You saw this guy... whatever his name is, he raised his wand to attack me, and I was forced to fight back, understand?'"

Malfoy suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly.

"Very good!" Vaughn's gaze swept over the crowd again. The wand was still in his hand, and no one dared to make a move.

He nodded in acknowledgment: "That's all, good night, gentlemen!"

After saying that, he left directly.