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Because she provoked the “radical Pure-blood gentleman” at the beginning, she fiercely displayed her strength, and then ushered in this… face-slapping incident that often happens in novels…
Isolde had a lot to say about this.
Because she had just successfully experienced it.
The young wizards present were still immature in mind and not rich enough in knowledge, unlike Isolde.
Her brain was different from these young brains right now; she had just graduated, the things she learned in seven years had not been forgotten yet, and even, it could be said to be the time when she remembered them most firmly.
Just a “small” “Expecto Patronum” had attracted Professor Slughorn.
Professor Slughorn happened to be the Head of Slytherin as well.
He looked at Isolde over and over again, praised her again and again, sighed in admiration repeatedly, and even stayed in this compartment.
“Oh no!” Rodolphus sighed fiercely in his heart.
The professor actually stayed in this compartment!
The professor had never stayed in this compartment for any student!
Rodolphus felt uncomfortable.
Rodolphus didn’t say anything.
Rodolphus felt deeply sad and whispered into Bellatrix’s ear.
Very, very quietly: “Bellatrix!”
The latter raised an eyebrow, giving a look that said “speak if you have something to say”.
Rodolphus:
“Don’t you think this fellow has been provoking the authority of our Pure-blood all along! I scolded her fiercely just now, and she actually really did it. Isn’t this slapping me in the face! And she successfully stayed in this compartment…”
“The professor even came over with her! That is the Head of Slytherin, could this half-blood possibly come to Slytherin?”
While speaking, Rodolphus rubbed his arms through his clothes, as if he had a layer of goosebumps.
“——The moment I think about being in the same house with such a Mudblood, I feel completely uncomfortable all over!”
After listening to these words, Bellatrix’s mouth curved up, flashing an eight-tooth smile at Rodolphus.
“Oh~”
“Rodolphus, I think at this moment, I only have one word to give you.”
Rodolphus: “What?”
“Deal with it.”
Sitting in the same compartment with a future young wizard of great capability and exceptional talent.
The other party was also an existence that could make young master Lestrange deflate.
Bellatrix felt from the bottom of her heart that “half-blood” was perhaps the only flaw on that girl.
Of course!
This sentence caused young master Lestrange to break his defense and fail to control his volume.
“What! Black, you wouldn’t take the side of that half-blood girl who is as rude as a Troll to snap at me, would you?”
Before Bellatrix could reply, Professor Slughorn cast a glance over.
“Oh—you must be Mr. Lestrange, right? Please keep quiet inside the compartment; we should be orderly young wizards.”
After being gently reminded by Professor Slughorn, Rodolphus Lestrange instantly restrained all his hostility.
His previously flushed face turned pale from holding it in, and he obediently sat back down in his seat, placing his hands properly on his knees, vividly portraying a well-behaved and sensible “little gentleman of a Pure-blood family”.
Only the hands hanging by his sides were tightly clenched into fists, knuckles turning white, and all his full grievance and reluctance were hidden in his lowered eyes, not daring to show the slightest bit of it anymore.
Isolde glanced at Rodolphus, who had instantly quieted down opposite her, sneering inwardly while keeping her expression calm on the outside.
Little Rodolphus, completely under control!
No matter what, could he be more sophisticated than her, who possessed the memories of two lifetimes?
It had to be said that the seating arrangement in this compartment was truly bizarre.
She happened to sit near the aisle, right beside Bellatrix Black.
And directly opposite her was the aggrieved-looking Rodolphus, with another classmate sitting next to him.
Professor Slughorn was sitting in the empty seat on the other side of the aisle, separated from her only by a narrow aisle, allowing her to converse easily by turning slightly.
Heh!
Who could appreciate the sense of redemption from raising one’s eyes to see the furious, youthful version of Rodolphus?
One could even see the peach fuzz on his face!
As for Professor Slughorn, he was clearly extremely interested in the Expecto Patronum charm that Isolde had just cast.
Those round eyes were full of inquiry and curiosity as he leaned forward slightly, speaking in a gentle tone and taking the initiative:
“My dear child, the Expecto Patronum charm you cast just now was simply too outstanding.”
Unsparing praise.
“You must know, this is an advanced protective charm that even many senior students find difficult to master proficiently. You are so young, exactly where did you learn such skillful spell-casting techniques?” The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
As well as a straightforward inquiry.
Professor Slughorn, the Head of Slytherin for this term, a wizard who absolutely knew how to assess the situation and appreciate talent.
Upon hearing this praise, Bellatrix couldn’t help but glance over here out of the corner of her eye.
Although this half-blood, who had made Rodolphus suffer a loss, had won the professor’s appreciation, Bellatrix was still extremely dissatisfied.
She was actually sitting right next to her!
What did this mean?
Did she think that by doing this she had gained their approval?
And this fellow’s cheap hem fabric was almost touching her clothes!
In reality, Isolde, purely out of awe for the professor from the bottom of her heart, wanted to keep a little distance from him.
Coupled with the fact that the professor subconsciously found a seat and sat down obediently as soon as he arrived, sitting nearby happened to be right next to Bellatrix, which conveniently saved her from sitting together with the professor.
But obviously, she hadn’t expected that she was being loathed by Bellatrix.
Having drafted her response in her heart.
Hearing this, she raised her eyes to look at Professor Slughorn with clear eyes, tilted her head slightly, feigned innocence, and spoke softly in a tone so natural that it had not a single flaw:
“Professor, I can’t quite explain it either. Ever since I was little, I seemed a bit more special than others, always able to vaguely foresee certain things. Regarding magic, regarding spells, tips on spell-casting would always inexplicably appear in my mind.”
“Usually, I just flipped through some of the most basic spell-teaching books on my own, without deliberately looking for anyone to teach me. When I tried to chant the incantation and wave my wand, it just naturally came out.”
What she said was half-true and half-false, her tone was open and honest, her eyes were clean, and there was not the slightest panic of lying at all.
Professor Slughorn stared at her for a long time, his fingertips gently rubbing his chin.
His brow furrowed slightly; no matter how he looked at it, Isolde’s eyes were calm and waveless.
His heart was full of doubts, always feeling that this child harbored secrets.
But after repeated questioning, Isolde always stuck to this narrative.
In the end, he failed to extract a single substantive clue and could only drop the matter for now, yet deep down he grew a bit more attentive and curious toward this gifted child.
The compartment seemingly split into several sets of conversations: the professor conversing with Isolde.
Rodolphus stewing in his own gloomy anger, while the two boys were exceptionally quiet.
Bellatrix leaning lazily against her seat.
It was worth mentioning that she had also mindfully leaned herself even further toward the window seat, her entire body seemingly plastered against it.