novel-bin Chapter 34 You're sitting in my seat, kid.
Chapter 34 You're sitting in my seat, kid.
The Slytherin prefect is named Daniel Flint, a sharp-tongued young man born of pure blood.
When Orochimaru gently patted his back, his expression was somewhat surprised and amused.
Although the Sorting Hat, in Salazar Slytherin's name, declared Slyck a Slytherin.
But ultimately he was just a first-year student, and his family background and lineage were unclear.
Unexpectedly, this new student appeared so elegant, displaying a certain grace and demeanor befitting their pure-blooded aristocracy.
Moreover, this well-timed remark had a hint of political maneuvering.
"Slack, choose your seat," Daniel Flint said casually. "The first-year seats are at the end of the long table, or you can choose to sit at the front, closer to the professors' table."
In stark contrast to the unruly Gryffindor, Slytherin students have fixed seating arrangements from their first year to their seventh year.
It can be left vacant, but it cannot be overstepped.
Orochimaru didn't press the matter, but simply glanced leisurely at the end of the long table.
The freshmen who were caught in his gaze moved one position toward the door, making way for the first-year students to take the lead.
Of course, not everything was given up.
Draco Malfoy sat there, clenching his teeth, unwilling to give up his spot.
He had only had a stray hair touched by the Sorting Hat before being loudly announced as a Slytherin. Theoretically, he should have been the leader of this year's freshmen.
but now……
Draco Malfoy looked up at Orochimaru, who had leisurely strolled over to his side.
He was more jealous of Orochimaru than anyone else, jealous that he inexplicably gained the favor of Salazar Slytherin a thousand years ago.
Draco Malfoy clenched his teeth, practically squeezing out a sentence:
"I will never give up my seat to a non-pure-blood wizard!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Draco Malfoy's face lit up with a mixture of jealousy and vengeful pleasure.
He knew that no house valued bloodlines more than Slytherin, and he also knew that after saying those words, everyone's gaze toward Slytherin would change.
Sure enough, the Slytherins who were just a moment ago delighted by the commotion Orochimaru had caused all began to hesitate.
They stared at Orochimaru suspiciously, while searching their minds for any pure-blooded wizarding family with the surname Anguis.
The answer is obvious.
No!
So Daniel, the prefect who had been all smiles at Orochimaru, subtly withdrew his gaze, showing no intention of resolving the seat dispute between Orochimaru and Malfoy.
Not only him, but the Slytherins who had been standing also began to sit down one after another, as if nothing had just happened.
Only Yena Yaxley looked at Orochimaru and gently shook her head at him, hoping that Orochimaru could be patient for the time being.
Discrimination is rampant in the wizarding world, but it's particularly severe in Slytherin. Orochimaru was just a freshman; what could he possibly do in the Great Hall under everyone's watchful eyes?
Not only Yena, but Snape, sitting on the high professor's table, couldn't help but look at Orochimaru. His lips moved for a moment, but he didn't speak again.
As the Head of Slytherin, he could openly favor students from his own house, but he could not go against the collective will of the students or violate the millennia-old tradition of Slytherin.
In Slytherin, non-pure-blood wizards are considered inferior!
Snape remained unmoved, and Dumbledore's eyes revealed a hint of pity and worry, while Harry Potter, who seemed to have been hit on the back of the head, had eyes full of concern.
Unlike himself, who was accepted by the entire Gryffindor, Orochimaru was rejected by the entire Slytherin before he even sat down.
"Don't worry, Harry!" Ron chimed in at the opportune moment. "When the Sorting Hat sorted him into his house, didn't it say it was Salazar's will?"
"Oh? My little brother, you actually believed the Sorting Hat's joke?" George the twin peeked out and laughed.
"Then do you believe that the core in your wand is actually Merlin's beard?" Fred followed up with his question.
"Really?" Ron's attention shifted instantly, his face flushed with excitement. "I knew it! The feeling I get when I hold the wand..."
"Poor little Ron, why is he so easily fooled?" George said with pity.
"Perhaps it's because..." Fred pondered for a moment before offering his answer, "...that he loves us deeply?"
Upon hearing this, Ron instantly wilted like a frostbitten eggplant, wishing he could bury his head under the table.
He was originally going to use his brother Charlie's old wand.
But because Dad went to work overtime to deal with the car that had been hit by the Dissolving Charm, he used his overtime pay to buy himself a new wand.
He cherished it greatly, even feeling that the wand was extraordinary.
He never expected that this moment would make him the target of his two older brothers' ridicule and mockery. Ron turned his head angrily, only to see Harry still looking at Orochimaru with concern.
He wanted to say a few more words of advice, but then he noticed that Hermione was also frowning.
"You're worried about that Slytherin too?" Ron's tone held a hint of displeasure. "You just heard from the Hat that he's someone even Salazar Slytherin thinks highly of!"
Hermione ignored him, instead gently biting her lower lip with her excessively large front teeth.
She was watching Orochimaru's every move.
suddenly!
Orochimaru made a move.
Harry's eyes lit up at that moment, and he wished he could yell for Orochimaru to punch Malfoy.
Orochimaru, however, did not do that.
He just gave a sinister smile, then reached out his right hand and gently placed it on Draco Malfoy's shoulder.
He didn't press hard enough, so much so that Malfoy even had the illusion that he could twist Orochimaru's right hand off.
In the end, Malfoy failed. He angrily raised his head, wanting to utter a few curses, but suddenly bumped into Orochimaru's eyes.
Merlin!
What kind of eyes are those!
Malfoy stared at Orochimaru's vertical pupils, which resembled snakes, as his pale yellow eyes slowly moved and finally landed on his face.
An intense, overwhelming killing intent, originating from those snake-like eyes, gradually enveloped Malfoy's body, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to run away, there were so many things he wanted to do, but Malfoy couldn't do anything!
He could only stare blankly at Orochimaru, watching the small, snow-white snake emerge from Orochimaru's neck.
The pure white snake had red eyes, like blood.
Orochimaru's words, like seeping blood, slowly flowed into Malfoy's ears.
Orochimaru's gaze was calm and resolute, like that of the Dark Lord in an adult story, calmly watching the corpse of his enemy.
Malfoy couldn't help but shiver and instinctively tried to dodge.
But Orochimaru held him down with his hand, forcing him to listen to what Orochimaru had to say.
The sentence was short and gentle, yet it clung to Draco Malfoy's heart like a death.
"You're sitting in my seat, child."