Luckily the main story is at Hogwarts

Ciel leaned over the wall and made a listening motion, then raised his hand, as if he was twisting some kind of gear.

"click"

The next moment, although there was no password, the door to the Slytherin lounge emerged silently from the wall as before.

Metaphorical magic, opening a safe.

. . .

When Ciel walked in from the entrance of the common room, the common room that seemed to be exuding a melancholy sound suddenly fell silent, as if someone had released a large area of ​​petrification spell.

The settings of the four academies in the game are interesting.

Ravenclaw has a very academic atmosphere, more like playing a research-type puzzle game.

Gryffindor has a lot of plot, and there are many little easter eggs in the original book, just like watching a game movie.

Hufflepuff's connections outside of Hogwarts are linked to the Ministry of Magic in Diagon Alley and various wizarding gathering places. It's more like a life-style game.

Slytherin, with its excellent modeling data and pure-blood aristocratic characteristics, is more like a development game that focuses on interpersonal relationships.

Ciel didn't know what the real Harry Potter world was like, but this world and this atmosphere really hadn't changed at all.

He has felt it.

Ciel stopped at the door of the lounge and glanced calmly across the entire lounge.

There are many people gathered in the lounge.

On the sofa near the fireplace was fourth-grade Muller Carlo and his group. Four or five young boy wizards gathered around Muller, saying nice things to each other like a pack of dogs.

When they saw Ciel coming in, they also had the least reaction.

Near the window of Black Lake is the coldest place in the entire lounge. There are fifth and sixth grade seniors sitting there. Felix Prewett is among them. He is looking at Ciel with a cold look.

Those who were with him were basically die-hard Death Eaters, and even among Slytherins, they were not very popular.

Finally, there is the female prefect Sandra Yaxley. She and some people are in the middle of the lounge. They each have high-back chairs and several round tables. It looks like a small salon, but they are actually studying and doing homework. , noticing Ciel's appearance, they also turned their attention.

In addition, there are also some scattered small Slytherin groups or couples.

Everyone was looking at Ciel, but no one spoke.

It has quite the atmosphere of a horror movie.

Ciel felt that he had experienced this scene before in some side plots in Japan.

To die is to face and suffer.

Ciel knew these Slytherins too well. Even though they were annoying him to death, they would definitely not do anything, at least not here.

It would be embarrassing if so many people bullied one person.

They prefer to work behind the scenes and engage in conspiracies. Moreover, if they can get it done by using behind-the-scenes methods, why should they face the other party directly and put themselves in danger?

They also called it euphemistically, this is Slytherin, Slytherin's demeanor.

Of course, Ciel also knew very well that if he went to Gryffindor every day to eat and drink so leisurely, these Slytherin snakes would soon be unable to bear it anymore.

At that time, they won't care about Slytherin's demeanor, and they will probably take action directly to teach this ignorant half-blood a lesson.

I hope that day doesn't come too early, because there are countless Ciel archives, and it's not uncommon to enter Slytherin House.

Just like before, when no one knew about it, Ciel suddenly attacked Draco and Goyle. It can be seen that he is also an old Slytherin.

He didn't mind playing with the little ones, in Slytherin fashion.

. . .

Ciel was naturally very thick-skinned. He ignored the looks of the old Slytherin students and the looks of the new students looking at crazy people, and calmly walked through the lounge and returned to his dormitory.

Once the door is closed, it doesn't matter what the rest room is like.

Of course, Ciel did not forget to use two pillows to build a simple city wall in front of the door.

Metaphorical magic, pillow quilt wall.

This is every child's dream. They try to build a castle with thick quilts and square pillows, hide themselves in it, and imagine that it is indestructible.

Although Slytherin students will not do something as tasteless as the fraternities and sororities in universities in some countries, rushing into the freshman dormitory in the middle of the night, carrying people out and throwing them outside.

But we have to be careful. It would be foolish to capsize in the gutter.

And wizards' methods are far more dangerous than Muggles. A little carelessness may cause irreversible spell damage.

Charles found a chair to sit on, and looked at the bed next to him. Sure enough, Draco was no longer there. It was probably Snape who had taken him away.

After drinking the water of life and death and sleeping for a night, he would probably regain his energy. Charles was ready to talk to him again, but it seemed that Snape didn't trust him.

This is not surprising.

It didn't matter, unless Draco transferred directly to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he would have to come back sooner or later.

"knocking"

Charles, who was about to get up and take a shower, suddenly heard a knock on the door. He kicked the pillow aside and opened the dormitory door.

Outside the door is Felix.

"The dean is looking for you."

Seeing Ciel, he smiled.

The smile was gentle, as if the person with the cold eyes wasn't him at all.

"He told you to go to his office."

"It's now."

Felix's smile was like a mask of hypocrisy, and it remained unchanged during the entire speech. After the words fell, he looked directly at Charles outside the door.

The gray-green Slytherin emblem printed on the school uniform robes seemed to come alive under the dim firelight. The little snake on the emblem seemed to be twisting and circling, as if it was spitting out a message to Ciel.

Ciel looked away.

This is really not an illusion.

Because he has seen this kind of magic, which is a kind of psychedelic magic unique to the Prewett family, induced through the suggestion of some symbols and patterns.

No spells or wands are needed, but a special potion needs to be sprinkled on the patterns and symbols in advance. Ciel also roughly knows the ingredients for the potion, including armadillo bile, poison hemlock essence, black beetle eyes, and some more. Herbal medicine.

It is not troublesome to configure, but if you want to use it, you must have the blood of the Prewett family.

This magical Yinman is difficult to detect, but after using it a lot, everyone knows that the Prewett family has such skills, and they are usually more careful.

Those wizards and witches who were induced in the lounge, in public, and then committed embarrassing acts, have demonstrated lessons to future generations through their own experiences.

This method is very Slytherin.

However, Ciel felt that as Felix was a potential Death Eater, what he wanted to use this magic to do might not be as simple as playing a prank.

But no matter what, these things are not secrets to Ciel, they are clearly written in the guide.

Seeing that Ciel didn't fall for the trick, Felix wasn't too surprised. After all, the Prewett family's magic was no secret in the pure-blood circle, and everyone had some unique skills.

"I know, I'll go now."

The two of them looked at each other and suddenly ignored the incident with a tacit understanding, as if nothing had happened.

Charles walked out of the dormitory and was about to go to Snape's office. When he passed by the lounge, the lounge seemed to have returned to normal. No one was staring at him anymore, but no one was paying attention to him anymore.

It's a silent isolation.

Ciel doesn't care.

Then, just when the door to the lounge was reopened and Ciel had even half stepped out, Felix suddenly chased after him from behind.

"Diemo."

he shouted.

"I forgot to tell you, we changed the password for the break room."

Felix stopped in the lounge corridor leading to the outside world. He looked at the back of Ciel who had already walked out.

"The password now is..."

He calmly raised his wand and continued speaking in a calm tone while silently releasing a spell with the wand.

"Pure blood."

All petrochemicals

"click"

The door to the lounge began to close slowly, and Felix saw Ciel stiffen and fall to the ground.

He showed a contemptuous smile. As expected, he was a dirty half-blood who didn't know what he was talking about. He could easily get rid of it with a spell.

Let him lie quietly outside all night, reflect on his mistakes, and think about how to face the dean's anger tomorrow.

Turning around, Felix walked back to the lounge.