HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 227 Chatting in the Slytherin Common Room

"Come out, are you still sneaking around like this?" Having left early, I stood in the middle of a deserted corridor, facing a dark figure.

"Did Dumbledore give you a hard time?" The one who emerged from the shadows was none other than the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Did you even consider whether I would cause Dumbledore trouble before you did this?" I used magic to completely surround the corridor, so I could know about any disturbance.

"Haha~ I did this because I thought you wouldn't be questioned." The principal representative of Durmstrang Magic School walked up to me and chatted with me as if we were very familiar with each other.

“怎么样？你的心心念念的爱人在面前都用这样丑陋的外貌表示吗？”我看着面前这个人，就有点手痒，看着他就有种想揍他的感觉怎么回事。

"There's nothing I can do; now is not the time for me to show my true self to people." The principal of Durmstrang School of Magic looked at me helplessly.

"I hope this whole thing you and Riddle planned brings me some pleasure, otherwise, heh~" I said with a meaningful smile as I left the slightly dimly lit corridor, my emerald green eyes behind my gold-rimmed glasses, which had a hint of gold in them.

"Ahem~ Hopefully Riddle can please his little brother, otherwise they'll all be doomed." Gellert Grindelwald, disguised as the representative headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, felt like he was on a sinking ship.

When I entered the Slytherin common room, all the young Slytherin wizards who were there stopped what they were doing.

What's especially obvious is Draco's clique; it feels like they're just waiting for my return.

"Looks like you guys saved this seat for me." Draco, who usually sits in the main seat, has now given up that empty seat, as if he was just waiting for me to take it.

I won't be polite to the Slytherins who respect the strong. Not only was I qualified for this position before my identity was revealed, but now that I'm a member of the Grindelwald family, the first Dark Lord, I'm even more qualified to sit in this position.

Previously, they disdained to exert pressure with their aura and always kept it hidden. Now, they really don't care anymore. Throughout the long history of the magical world, the Grindelwald family has always been known for its noble bloodline and outstanding magical abilities.

We exude an innate aristocratic aura that captivates all who behold us.

When communicating with others, members of the Grindelwald family always maintain an elegant demeanor.

The language was concise and clear, yet full of power and authority, compelling people to obey our commands.

Their smiles are also very charming, as if they can melt away all ice and snow, making people feel their friendliness and charm.

The members of the Grindelwald family also behaved very well. We always abided by the rules and etiquette of the magical world, demonstrating our noble qualities and good upbringing.

Our movements were elegant and fluid, as if we were performing a beautiful dance, which made people feel their artistic temperament and aesthetic level.

Members of the Grindelwald family possess an innate aristocratic aura, an invisible force that conveys their noble status, powerful magical abilities, elegant demeanor, and refined character.

This aura not only inspires awe in people, but also fills them with longing and admiration.

"Are you all waiting here because you need something from me?" This is just one aspect of my aura as a member of the Grindelwald family. I haven't revealed much of my bloodline aura yet. If they were to take turns, even Dumbledore might not be able to withstand it.

"Ayers, are you really from the Grindelwald family?" Draco thought to himself. No wonder his father couldn't find any information about Ayers when he asked him to; he wasn't a pure-blooded British nobleman.

“Draco, if my name is correct, I should be from the Grindelwald family. Those who can be given a family name should be listed in the family genealogy.” I answered Draco’s question with a smile.

"I apologize for my previous offenses, Senior Ayers." Pansy Perkinson was truly afraid this time. Her family was no match for the Grindelwald family. Especially after she overheard her father talking about how the first Demon Lord, who had been imprisoned, had escaped, she broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing my family name, fearing that it would bring disaster upon her family.

"Relax, junior. I'm not the kind of person who's utterly wicked. You haven't offended me, have you? I won't hold a grudge." I sat elegantly upright, genuinely not intending to target these pure-blood families. Was I just looking for trouble?

"Thank you for understanding, senior." Pansy Perkinson finally breathed a sigh of relief when she heard me say that, feeling that she had saved her family.

"So, senior, what are your plans for representing Slytherin in the Triwizard Tournament this time?" Blaise Zabini, from the atmosphere group, asked with a grin.

"I wasn't planning on participating in the Triwizard Tournament, but I never expected someone would be so bored as to put my name in. I'm basically forced to participate," I said, half-jokingly, while picking up a small cake from Draco's food plate and eating it.

When Draco saw me pick up the cake he had just taken a bite of and start eating it, a slight blush appeared on his fair little face.

"Why? Senior Ayers doesn't want to participate in this competition." Blaise Zabini found it hard to believe that I wouldn't participate in such an opportunity to bring glory to my academy, and the other junior wizards couldn't understand it either.

"Do I need to prove myself in such a boring competition? Isn't my strength obvious to everyone?" I'm not saying this out of arrogance, it's just a display of confidence. I genuinely believe that no one in the school can beat me right now.

"I think that's utter nonsense." Draco was incredibly arrogant; this was his lover, and he was extremely proud of the outstanding Ayers he loved.

The other Slytherin wizards also felt very satisfied to be wizards of Slytherin School. It was a great honor to have a warrior representing Hogwarts in their Slytherin School.

"Senior Ayers, what are the events for the first round? Can you tell us?" Breszabini, the lively social butterfly, was already prepared with all the questions she needed to ask as the representative for inquiries.

"The first challenge of the competition is to retrieve golden eggs from the dragon, a test of the participants' courage, and it must be done in front of the other students and the judging panel. While completing the challenge, the warrior must not ask for or accept any help from their teacher. The only weapon the warrior has in their hand for the first round of challenges is their magic wand." I feel like I'm becoming a broken record of the competition's rules; it seems like several people have already asked me about them.

"Wow~ It's a dragon! That must be very dangerous." Blaise Zabini exclaimed.

Draco, who was drinking tea, almost spat it out. Luckily, his manners, which he had learned since childhood, were ingrained in his body. His first instinct was to quickly grab a handkerchief from his pocket and cover his mouth, thus preventing a rude act.

"It should be fine for me." Draco choked on his own words and reached out to gently pat his back.

The others hadn't noticed Draco choking, but when I reached out to pat his back, everyone secretly glanced at Draco.

“Then Senior Ayers must have already figured out a solution.” Blaise Zabini once again drew the attention of the others.

"No." I hadn't even considered trying to figure out a solution. I was even thinking about just transforming back into my original form and starting the fight, but it seems that this competition only allows the use of one's own wand.

"Um~ It seems you're really confident in yourself, Senior Ayers." This time, even Bress Zabini was a little unsure how to continue the conversation.

"I think I can handle things pretty well." Seeing that Draco wasn't in so much pain anymore, I finally withdrew my hand, picked up the tea on the table, and took a sip.

"Did they say when this tournament starts?" Draco, finally getting annoyed, asked the question that everyone else wanted to know about the tournament time.

"If there are no rescheduling, the first event of the three-way championship should be held in about a week." After finishing a cup of tea, I felt I might need to go to the restroom.

The other young Slytherin wizards began gossiping amongst themselves, having heard most of what they wanted to know.

"If you all have no more questions, I must excuse myself. I have classes to attend tomorrow." I gracefully put down my teacup, stood up, and prepared to leave for my dorm room.

Everyone who was seated stood up and watched me leave. This is the upbringing of a pure-blood family; they always give due respect to the strong.

The next morning, when I walked into the hall, I was met with a sea of ​​stares.

I was walking very calmly, still thinking about something, when suddenly someone pulled me away.

When I came to my senses, I realized it was Draco. He pulled me directly to the Slytherin table and made me sit down.

"What's going on today? Why are you all here for breakfast so early?" It's quite rare for these young masters and ladies to come to the hall for breakfast so early today.

“If we hadn’t come sooner, you would have been dragged away by those Gryffindors to have breakfast with them again.” Draco felt he couldn’t change my friendships, but he could get Ayers away a little earlier than them.

"Generally speaking, I seem to eat breakfast at the Slytherin table as well; Fred and the others probably don't get up that early." Since I seem to have gotten used to that wake-up time, I always arrive at the Great Hall earlier than them, and unless there are special circumstances, I usually eat breakfast while reading the newspaper.

"To emulate Senior Ayers, we plan to get up earlier every day to come here for breakfast," Bress Zabini said, looking at me earnestly.

"You guys? I'll listen first. I think you might be okay for a day or two, but it's hard to say in the long run." I started eating the Chinese breakfast that my little elf had specially prepared for me.

The others fell silent. They had only thought of it on a whim, which was why they agreed to get up early today. They couldn't guarantee that they would be able to get up early tomorrow or the day after.

"Ayers, what is this? Is it tasty?" Actually, Draco was quite used to waking up at this time. He used to be my roommate, and he would always wake up at the same time as me. It seems that after getting used to it, he was more punctual than an alarm clock.

Another person who can wake up so early is Theodore Nott. Although he is usually not very talkative, he is just like Draco. When we shared a dorm room, he and Draco would always get up after I left the room.

"Try it, it's delicious." I said with a mischievous grin, picking up a piece of food from my bowl and putting it into Draco's plate.

I also casually gave one to Theodore Nott, who was sitting on my other side.

My smile was only for a moment; no one noticed it.

"Then I won't be polite and will try it." Draco then put the food I put on his plate into his mouth.

Theodore Nott thought it was something I gave him to try, and it wouldn't be good if he didn't eat it, so he put the food in his mouth.

"Hiss~ What is this?" Even Draco, who was bound by aristocratic etiquette, exclaimed in surprise, immediately covering his mouth and frantically searching for a drink.

Theodore Nott wasn't as flustered as Draco, but he also frowned as he picked up the water beside him and drank it.

"Haha~" Seeing their reaction, I laughed happily.

The young wizards around me were drawn to my laughter and looked over.

"Ayers, what is this?" Draco had already drunk several glasses of water. It was the first time he had eaten such food, and he couldn't even describe how it felt.

Theodore Nott only drank a glass of water, but he quite liked the food and found it rather stimulating.

"This is beef noodles, a delicious dish from the East." I picked up my chopsticks, took a piece of beef, put it in my mouth and chewed, then picked up the noodles and ate them.

Well, Senior Ayers wasn't eating this food very elegantly.

If I knew what they were thinking, I would definitely yell at them, "Are you crazy? You should eat noodles in big bites, otherwise they'll all turn into a mushy mess."

Everyone watched as I quickly finished the bowl of noodles and then elegantly wiped my mouth with a handkerchief. If they didn't know it was me, they would have suspected that I was someone else who had drunk the compound decoction.

A person changes completely after eating something.

"Ayers, what's with that fiery feeling in these noodles?" Draco asked me curiously.

Theodore Nott listened intently to my conversation with Draco, while the others were a bit confused. They were also curious about what Draco and Theodore Nott had eaten and why they were making such a big fuss.

"It's spicy, and you feel warm all over after eating it." I also feel warm all over now.