Bellatrix frowned, thinking that her anticipated life at Hogwarts might be somewhat disrupted.
Once she arrived at Hogwarts and was sorted into Slytherin, she needed to write a letter to the Black Family as soon as possible.
She didn’t know how many times she would be lectured by the elders of the family once they found out that a half-blood could cast Expecto Patronum at the age of 11.
If Isolde was a genius, then even if she was a half-blood, Bellatrix would want to make her stand with her on the same front, so that they wouldn’t be enemies with Black in the future.
However, this guy’s conceit was even more severe than she thought…
Just as Bellatrix was pondering to herself, Isolde beside her suddenly moved.
She slightly turned her body, unhesitatingly leaning closer toward Bellatrix’s direction, and the already narrow distance between the two of them was instantly shortened.
Her warm breath almost brushed against Bellatrix’s ear, carrying a faint, clean scent typical of a young girl.
Isolde tilted her head slightly, hiding a hint of mischievous smiling in the depths of her eyes, her clear eyes looking straight into Bellatrix’s iconic grey eyes, and spoke in a soft yet clear voice:
“Black The Handmaiden, I suddenly think your grey eyes are quite pretty.”
This sudden closeness and praise made the usually arrogant and calm Bellatrix freeze instantly.
Her body, which had been lazily leaning sideways, suddenly stiffened, and her eyes widened abruptly, filled with bewilderment and shock.
A half-blood is just a half-blood, so devoid of manners!
To actually press right against her and lean in so close, not understanding etiquette and rules in the slightest!
Yet, the other party so straightforwardly praised her eyes as pretty…
Bellatrix’s heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat.
In her panic, she abruptly turned her head away, wearing a disdainful tone, and coldly retorted:
“Need you tell me?”
Rodolphus, sitting opposite, thought to himself that he seemed to have seen Black blush.
…
“Isolde Winnier——”
During the sorting, that perpetually old-looking Sorting Hat stayed on Isolde’s head for a full 258 seconds.
Merlin knows how the gazes of those students off the stage and the professors on the stage changed when looking at her.
Professor Slughorn grinned and told Professor McGonagall beside him about Isolde’s incredible performance on the train.
Down the stage, people from various houses were whispering and discussing.
Isolde supposedly broke her second record right at the start of the term.
[Regarding the Sorting Hat spending 258 seconds unwilling to leave a freshman’s head…] Find the original chapter at g.com.
Rodolphus was still complaining bitterly to the people around him off the stage: “It’s her, the one I saw on the train! This annoying, filthy half-blood, even the Sorting Hat wouldn’t want to sort her into a house!”
Professor McGonagall’s previously knitted brow relaxed a bit.
She had thought something was wrong with the Sorting Hat.
Now it seemed it was a question of which house to sort this child into.
After all, being so outstanding at this age, Ravenclaw would suit her very well; she was smart enough and definitely studious.
Being able to go toe-to-toe with Lestrange on the train and use a spell, Gryffindor should also welcome this half-blood who “provoked” the Pure-blood young master.
If it were in Slytherin, where strength and Pure-blood supremacy reigned, her days might not be so easy.
At least the prejudices of the Pure-blood young masters and The Handmaidens were not so easily changed…
Fortunately, at the 255th second, the Sorting Hat couldn’t bear Isolde constantly chanting “Slytherin” “Go to Slytherin” without communicating, and shouted out the house name to satisfy her.
Oh yeah!
One step closer to Bellatrix!
Isolde’s lips curved up, puffing out her chest like she had won a battle.
Although… the applause from the little snakes present was far less loud than when she was in Ravenclaw in her past life.
After sitting down, beside her was Rodolphus, and opposite Rodolphus was Bellatrix.
Merlin!
Rodolphus’s gaze was like a piece of dog-skin plaster, impossible to shake off.
Isolde had no choice but to bare eight teeth and smile at Mr. Lestrange.
“Rodolphus… uh, Lestrange.”
Rodolphus:?
Rodolphus instantly bristled, his face plastered with “You damned half-blood actually dare to talk to me,” the disgust in his eyes almost overflowing.
He really couldn’t figure out why this arrogant and impolite half-blood managed to enter Slytherin, why she dared to sit next to him, and still maintained such a nonchalant demeanor.
Isolde called out his name and continued:
“I understand this feeling of yours so well! I will tell you in the most direct, truest, most straightforward, crispest, most incisive, most straightforward, and most to-the-point way.”
As soon as the words fell, Rodolphus felt as if he had been struck by a heavenly thunderbolt, his entire being thunder-fried inside and out.
Watching Rodolphus’s thunder-fried and flustered appearance, Isolde chuckled inwardly.
On the surface, however, she still maintained a deadpan expression and thoughtfully asked: “Are you alright?”
Rodolphus trembled with anger, yet was unable to retort, turning his head away and never looking at her again.
Comforting himself silently in his heart…
I, Rodolphus, as the heir to the Lestrange Family, must have composure and shouldn’t argue with a half-blood whose brain circuits are abnormal; the best way is to ignore her.
He felt that whether provoked on the train or questioned right now, he couldn’t mock Isolde.
Because Isolde Winnier’s brain circuits really didn’t seem like a normal person’s at all!
As a Lestrange, a magnanimous Lestrange, he should be a bit more tolerant.
Oh, no, I should say ignore her!
Bellatrix was watching right from across, her sharp eyes clearly capturing all the actions and expressions of the two.
Whoa!
That guy Rodolphus blushed?
It’s really quite hilarious!
Her gaze turned to the sweet, greasy, and exquisitely presented food on the dining table.
Isolde looked bitter.
Eating this tooth-achingly sweet white people food at Hogwarts was one thing, but after being sorted into Slytherin, there weren’t even a few people willing to speak to her in a friendly manner.
Suddenly she missed Danxin and the others far away in Ravenclaw.
Because there weren’t very many students in this year’s Slytherin batch, her assigned girls’ dorm room happened to not be fully occupied later on.
There were only three students.
Bellatrix was in the next dorm room, very close by.
Isolde tried to switch with Bellatrix’s roommate, only to find out that it was a Parkinson.
Uh oh, Parkinson The Handmaiden wasn’t willing to pay attention to a half-blood like herself.
Originally, if she were a Pure-blood, she even planned to spend a huge sum of one Galleon to bribe her way into the qualification of sleeping in the bed next to Bellatrix!