Glory To Slytherin

Cecil lived in a cramped little house.

She didn't know where to fetch a key, opened the door of the room with ease, and turned on the switch on the wall.

A burst of "sizzling" electric current sounded, and then the dim light from the old incandescent lamp.

"The living conditions are not very good, so I have to be wronged for one night, Gerrard."

Cecil smiled bitterly and led Ulysses into the house.

Ulysses looked around with the help of the light. There were some irregular cracks on the wall. A small bed was leaning against it, and two old clothes were scattered. Next to it was an old wardrobe and a dressing table with a mirror. , And two wooden chairs.

The other room should be a bathroom.

"No, I'm very grateful for your willingness to help me, Cecil Big sis."

Ulysses said obediently, without showing the slightest contempt for this place.

"That's good."

Cecil seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, smiled a lot, and said as he walked to the bathroom, "Sit down first, I'll take a shower."

Seeing Cecil find a few clothes in the closet and his slender back is blocked by the bathroom door, Ulysses squinted his eyes, the Mental Energy field let go and began to explore the room.

"what?"

His brows were slightly frowned, he made a slightly surprised voice, and his face became a little weird.

In this room, he didn't even feel the slightest wave of magical power or other strange auras. In other words, this Cecil is a true Muggle.

"Did I guess wrong?"

Ulysses talked to himself somewhat strangely.

When stepping into that street, Cecil gave Ulysses a wonderful sense of sight. When he first arrived at Knockturn Alley, the old witch in the abyss had a similar affair with her, which made Ulysses preconceived that this Cecil also had another plot.

Now it seems...it seems to have misunderstood her.

Ulysses scratched his head and suddenly sniffed vigorously, smelling a strange smell on the bed.

Ulysses' face stiffened slightly, and he sat on the wooden chair in the center of the room.

The sound of splashing water rang from the bathroom, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in Ulysses' heart.

This is the first time he has been in a woman's bedroom, even if he has never been so intimate with Furong. Ulysses originally thought that this would be Longtan Tiger's Den, but didn't think so much. Now that he knew that this might be a misunderstanding, it would be a bit embarrassing to stay here again.

The sound of the water flowed for more than ten minutes before it slowly stopped. Cecil came out wrapped in a bathrobe and wiped his wet hair. At a glance, he saw Ulysses sitting tightly on the wooden chair, without squinting.

Cecil almost laughed and walked past him generously, sitting at the dressing table and combing his hair.

"By the way, have you had dinner?"

She turned around and asked.

"Ate."

Ulysses leaned back in his chair, and his tone didn't have the initial restraint and innocence.

"Just eat it. If not, I don't have much food for you here."

Cecil said with a smile.

Two black lines faintly hung on Ulysses' forehead. He thought about it, and said in as gentle a tone as possible:

"Cecile Big sis, how long have you lived here?"

"It's almost two years."

Cecil held the wooden comb's hand for a moment, and then said nonchalantly, "It's been two years without knowing it."

"Can you tell me more about this place?"

Ulysses put his hands in his pockets and said slowly.

"Two years ago, there was a big change in my family, and I had no choice but to run here to survive."

Cecil's mouth showed a trace of self-deprecating, but she turned her back to Ulysses and did not let him see, "This is arguably one of the most chaotic places in London, controlled by several dark gangs. As long as they settle here, there is almost no possibility of going out unless they pay an expensive ransom, because in their eyes, the people who live here are already their slaves. But the people who come and go here are a group of social failures. Where can I get so much money."

"Those gangs seem to have colluded with the London police, which allowed this street to exist for so long."

Ulysses squinted his eyes. It was a bit similar to the underground black market in Paris, except that the shadows of the Muggle world were even more powerless.

Ulysses did not ask why Cecil lived here. He could see that the woman's conversation and temperament indicated that she had a good family background and education, she must have her unspeakable concealment when she fell here, and he would not poke others' scars.

"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside, the fragile door was shaking, and then there was a rough and hasty voice:

"Cecile, open the door! I know you are inside!"

Cecil's face changed drastically, and he glanced at the door in a panic. The wooden door shook off some of the white paint on the ceiling because of the violent vibration.

She gritted her teeth and pulled the bathrobe, revealing a small piece of white greasy on her chest, and then under Ulysses’ surprised gaze, she quickly took off his windbreaker, rubbed his shirt out of messy marks, and her big eyes motioned. Ulysses should not act rashly, and shouted impatiently:

"What's up? Didn't you say that you will be paid back in a few days?"

"Open the door!"

The voice was more impatient than her, and it seemed to kick the door hard, making a loud noise.

Cecil took a short breath and walked over to open the door.

The smoke of alcohol poured into the room at once.

There was a burly man standing outside, with a brutal scar on his face, and his thick black beard almost submerged his mouth, making him look like a ghost.

He leaned on the door frame, holding a wine bottle in one hand, and seeing Cecil wearing only a bathrobe, his trance eyes suddenly exploded, and without saying anything, he stretched out his big hand to grab Cecil.

Cecil struggling to slap his hand away, and said angrily:

"Damn Giles, I still have guests! Do you want to mess with the rules?"

"Is that the little white face?"

The brawny Giles was not annoyed when his hands were slapped away. He crossed Cecil's shoulders and saw Ulysses with a weird expression inside. He sarcastically said, "How much can such a weak little thing demand you? time?"

"Don't fucking disturb us tonight anyway!"

Cecil held his bathrobe and retreated a few steps, protecting Ulysses behind him.

Ulysses only saw that she had some bruises and scars on her body.

"You always do this, only accepting the soft guys like these students..."

Giles grumbled and squeezed into the room, pushed Cecil away, and lifted Ulysses's collar. The turbid alcohol rushed into Ulysses's face, and said viciously:

"Are you done? When you are done, hurry up and leave, don't let me throw you out."

Ulysses frowned, his hand on his side moved slightly, and a layer of filtering magic was attached to his face to avoid smelling the stench of alcohol.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the big, thick hand holding his collar, his eyes cold.

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