Harry Potter: The Dragon That Sleeps

"Oh~"

A mixed-race student in the crowd hurriedly echoed, "This residue is well used. If you want me to say Hogwart, it's still only Slytherin..."

"Humph, you, a freshman, have interesting opinions." The senior pure-blood who happened to hear this couldn't help but look up to Jody a bit under the flattery of the mixed-race students around him.

However, Jody, who had just finished showing off, had no intention of enjoying the approving looks of the students around him. From a distance, he saw Albus Dumbledore walking out of the auditorium surrounded by crowds.

I glanced this way from a distance.

Jody, who was a little too vigilant, felt a chill on his back. According to the original description, Dumbledore did not like to use his Legilimency to read others. He preferred to find answers through investigation.

But at this moment, facing the actual Hogwarts, Jody did not dare to take risks.

The real world and the story in fairy tales are completely different?

Are you limited by this immature body? Do you get carried away so easily?

So much so that it's a bit too much.

"First-year students! First-year students, come with me. I will take you to the common room." Slytherin's prefect, Rudd Nott, raised his hand to signal the freshmen walking out of the hall to gather around him.

Compared to the chattering Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, which looked messy with too many people, Slytherins, who were mostly labeled noble and received different educations, seemed to pay more attention to etiquette. Their team seemed particularly quiet.

Orderly.

Perhaps the reason why he is so mean to other colleges is because he needs to vent his accumulated pressure.

Walking through the dark corridor, the bloody Barrow whom I met by chance greeted the students in a very gentlemanly manner.

Arriving at the basement, the prefect knocked on the stone door hidden in the damp stone wall, revealing a long, narrow and low basement.

The walls and ceiling of the basement are made of rough stone. Round, glowing green lamps are tied to chains and hang from the ceiling. There is a beautifully carved fireplace surrounded by many carved chairs.

After entering the lounge, Rudd Knott immediately found a seat and sat in front of the fire. His voice became casual and he said, "The dormitory is just through the passage at the back. Most of your fathers must have told you the stories here.

Then you can move around freely."

As a result, the little Slytherins who had been raising their children tightly finally ended the tense atmosphere.

Jody looked around the common room. Perhaps because it was underground, there was a lot of moisture in the air. The moisture driven away by magic could not condense and was baked by the furnace, making the basement warm and humid.

It really suits the preferences of snakes.

"...I've had enough, listen, Alice! Stop talking to me. My mother is nagging me at home. Why should I listen to your nagging when I'm here!" The excitement was even greater than expected.

Come on, the boy yelling loudly has brown-red hair.

The little girl named Alice looks thin and small, with short black hair that makes her look neutral in temperament. "Ogierd, your mother asked me to look at you..."

Gibbs looked gloating, "That's Olgierd Everrick, who can be considered an older pure-blood clan. Although not the twenty-eight clan... the girl is his fiancée, Ellie from the Norma family.

Silk. Look, it’s really disgusting. If my mother sends a traitor to go to school with me, I’ll be crazy.”

Jody, who was caught off guard and had a mouthful of dog food, glanced at Gibbs, who already regarded him as a mature man, and said to himself, 'When you realize that you are losing at the starting line, you will know that you have a stomachache.'

"That's enough!" Rude, the prefect who had already sat down comfortably, growled and stopped the farce, "Remember, keep a minimum of silence in the Slytherin common room. You are Slytherin.

Letling, not those noisy... remnants."

Rude paused for a moment and Jodi felt the other party glance at him, "I am the fifth-grade prefect this year, so I am the one who picked you up to the lounge. Remember the rules! Otherwise, other seniors will be in trouble next time something like this happens.

I don’t know what will happen.”

Rude acted matter-of-factly, as if this sermon was his duty.

The Slytherins fell into silence and dispersed after a while.

Only then did Jody feel the pressure. No matter how deliberately smeared, the history of aristocracy and the fact that it formed the core of society could not be easily ignored.

The Slytherins in front of us did gain it when they were born, but at the same time they also passively shouldered it.

Born noble, Slytherin.

At 6 a.m. the next morning, Jody Joyce struggled to pull herself out of her sleep.

Damn it, I have never slept on such a soft bed in my life! It is comfortable, but my spine is a little uncomfortable.

Jody dressed quickly and arranged the things in the room neatly...this was a habit after spending so much time with that sloppy Robert.

The dormitory assigned to the students does not look spacious from the outside, but it is unique inside. Jody's old clothes have been washed and returned here by the house elves.

There is of course a reason why the accurate biological clock wakes him up. Jodi had developed the habit of morning exercise before he was reincarnated. It was natural that he picked up this habit after solving the problem of food and clothing in this life.

It just so happened that there were not many students in the morning, so I could still walk around the castle and take in the scenery.

If you had wanted to get up close to see such an old castle in your previous life, you would have spent a lot of money.

Jodi was not just wandering around without any purpose. Although the issue of blood was temporarily confused, after seeing the perversions of the Slytherins, Jodi knew that sooner or later he would have to face this big problem, unless he had never met someone before.

The dead ghost father is really a magician of noble blood.

But this may always feel a bit ridiculous.

Of course, not only to prevent possible rejection in the future, but also to have a space of his own to practice spells or study other things, Jodi needs a space of his own.

At this point, the primary goal in my mind is already very clear.

‘Room of Requirement’!

In the original Harry Potter books, the protagonist used this secret room for their combat training in the Order of the Phoenix. This magical room can do its best to provide help to the seekers in the room. A naturally perfect room

five-star training room.

But speaking of this, there is a more serious problem...that is, Jody has no way of remembering its location.

...Who the hell is reading this in a novel? I can’t even remember his name.