Glory To Slytherin

The bed in the Slytherin dormitory is a traditional four-poster bed with green silk curtains and silver embroidery on the bedspread. The medieval tapestries hanging on the wall tell of the great adventures of the famous Slytherin, and the silver lanterns hung from the upper ceiling, giving the house a hazy atmosphere.

The moment Ulysses entered the dormitory, there was a smiling voice.

Ulysses followed the reputation, and a handsome looking boy was sitting on the bed, showing a friendly smile at Ulysses.

However, he has heavy dark circles and his face is a little pale.

"Damn Shafik, there are people who are staying in a separate dormitory. Didn't he know that his roommate might be the same person as you?"

Another voice came from the other side. The man had black hair and black eyes, and his face was firm. After seeing Ulysses noticed him, he waved away and said,

"Hello, this is Gerald Rozier."

"Ulysses Lestrange."

Ulysses nodded and glanced at own bed. The luggage has already been delivered, and it is just by the foot of the bed.

O'ao fluttered his wings excitedly in the iron cage.

"Gerard, you should introduce yourself like this: The second year old in third grade-oh sorry, it's fourth grade now, Gerald Rozie who is determined to step Cedric Diggory under his feet you!"

Gerald Rozier darkened, ignored the boy, and said to Ulysses:

"That guy is Anderson Shafik, a playboy, changing his girlfriend is faster than changing his underwear. Especially after I was able to go to Hogsmeade last year, he was almost out of control...Oh, you probably didn't know Hogsmeade. What is it, there is a village made up of wizards, not far from the school..."

"Put away your tirades, Gerrard, I won the bet. Don't try to reckless the first half of the semester's homework."

The blond boy interrupted Gerrard loudly, walked up to Ulysses, stretched out his right hand, and said with a smile.

"Anderson Shafik. Don't listen to that guy's nonsense, I'm just more interested in the study of gender."

Ulysses looked at his sincere eyes, nodded seriously, and stretched out his hand to shake him.

"Is it the only two of you? I remembered that I was talking about a triple room before I came..."

After extending his hand, Ulysses glanced left and right, and asked with some confusion.

"Where."

Anderson raised his chin slightly, and pointed to the bed in the other corner of the room. The bed was covered by a silver tent, making it impossible to see what was inside.

"Hey, Traverse, come out and say hello to the new roommate." Anderson shouted.

But there was a faint sound from the tent, which seemed to be the quilt rubbing against something, and then a wisp of black smoke floated out of it. The black smoke condensed into the shape of a hand, waved to Ulysses, and then turned into something. Arrangement of letters:

Hi.

Ulysses was stunned for a moment. Is such a hardcore greeting way?

"That guy's name is Cook Travers. He has been like a stranger since the first grade. In the dormitory, we don't see him a few times a week. He closed himself up all day long. Studying black magic energetically...Of course, he did it very secretly and was not discovered by anyone."

After finishing speaking, Anderson looked at Gerrard and said with a grin: "Gerald, if you had the spirit of study like Cook, you would be the second child of three years?"

Gerrard flushed and turned into anger, humming and ignoring him. Anderson approached Ulysses’ ear and whispered:

"From the first grade to the present, he is the second grade in every final exam, and he can't move under the pressure of a Hufflepuff."

Ulysses nodded thoughtfully, muttered for two seconds, and said slowly:

"I can see that all of you are equipped with special skills."

A 10,000-year-old second child, a playboy, and a continual march towards the dark wizard.

They are all talents.

"When I came in, I seemed to hear what you were talking about?"

Ulysses walked to the bed and sat down, feeling the softness of the bedding, and asked casually.

Anderson came to Gerrard's side and took his shoulders, beaming his brows:

"Before you came, we made a bet. I bet you will come to our dormitory, and he bet you will live alone. If I win, he will be responsible for my half-semester classwork; if I lose, I will He has to introduce him to girls until he has a girlfriend hahahahahaha..."

At the end of the conversation, Anderson couldn't help laughing, so that Gerrard's face darkened a few times, and he said dissatisfiedly:

"What are you laughing at? Is it funny? The ghost knows what those girls are thinking..."

"No, I just remembered something happy."

"You are obviously laughing at me!"

"At any rate, Rozier is also one of Sacred's twenty-eight houses. You can't even strike up a conversation with girls. It's a Losing face for your family hahahaha..."

"I'm in the family... forget it."

Seemingly being mentioned about something sad, Gerrard slapped Anderson's hand and sat on the side sulking.

Anderson leaned forward again, and said thiefly:

"Don't be angry, man, let me introduce you to a third-grade girl from Hufflepuff. It seems to be Horti Ellie, a very attractive girl. How about?"

Gerald didn't speak, but Ulysses saw his Adam's apple roll slightly.

He has longed for a girlfriend for a long, long time. However, every time he was like a piece of wood in front of the girl, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak. There is no alternative but to devote enthusiasm to learning.

"By the way, Ulysses, I heard that Boothbatten is mostly girls?"

Anderson looked back, seemed to remember something important, and asked Ulysses.

Ulysses was lying on the bed, with his hands resting on the back of his head, and a smile was drawn from the corners of his mouth, and he said lazily:

"That's it."

"That's really a good place."

Anderson immediately gave a definition, with a faint look in his eyes, "I went to France once two years ago, and I met Delacour’s daughter at a party. She also went to school in Boothbarton. Her beauty It really makes me unforgettable...you must have seen it?"

Ulysses was a little surprised. He asked in a weird voice:

"You mean... Fleur Delacour?"

"Sure enough, you have seen it. Then how can a beautiful girl be unknown?"

Anderson murmured to himself like an idiot, "Ah, the older Hogwarts can't find a girl who can compare with her..."

Ulysses exhausted all his strength to control himself from laughing. He never expected that Fleur had admirers at Hogwarts.

If she knew about her, with her proud personality like a peacock, she would definitely show off to herself, right?

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