Klein admitted that his performance in the first potion class was regular.

    Although the things he learned at this stage are not enlightening to him, he can''t even go a thousand miles in one step. If the foundation is not laid well, he will never boil complex magic drugs. He still understands this truth.

    "Klein, there''s no class in the afternoon. Let''s have some fun!"

    After class, Draco Malfoy hurried to Klein''s side and glared at Neville who wanted to come from an angle that Klein couldn''t see.

    Being so frightened, the little fat man really didn''t dare to come forward again.

    "OK."

    Anyway, Snape''s confinement, oh, no, the small stove is in the evening, and Klein has a free afternoon.

    "That''s great."

    Draco smiled, his pale face full of joy.

    "All right, let''s go to lunch. Stirring the crucible all morning makes me hungry."

    Clapping Draco on the shoulder, Klein nodded to several acquaintances of Gryffindor, and then left the classroom with a group of Slytherin freshmen.

    "Hey, Harry, do you see Malfoy like that? He has become a valet next to Klein Greenwald!"

    After Klein and others left, Ron''s face suddenly showed an exaggerated expression, and his tone was full of schadenfreude.

    "So?"

    Harry blinked and looked at his friend strangely.

    "You''re boring, Harry. Think about the train."

    Facing Harry''s eyes, Ron couldn''t help reminding.

    He went on without waiting for the other party to answer.

    "Doesn''t that bastard boast of nobility? Ha, look at it now."

    "If you can be as good as Klein, there will be a lot of people around you."

    Suddenly, a slightly shrill female voice suddenly interrupted their conversation.

    Harry and Ron turned to see Hermione Granger was holding his arms around his chest and staring at them with his big brown eyes.

    "It has nothing to do with you."

    With that look in his eyes, a faint blush climbed onto Ron''s freckled face. He stammered, as if guilty.

    "Whatever you want."

    After hearing this, the little girl showed disdain and left alone with the book in her arms.

    "See, that''s why no one likes her."

    Ron''s pressure was obviously reduced by the departure of "annoying", he breathed a sigh of relief, and then vowed to speak to Hermione''s back.

    "I bet she doesn''t have any friends."

    "Hermione... In fact, she''s very enthusiastic. She''s also very smart, but she''s a little proud."

    Harry also looked at Hermione''s back. Somehow, his mind suddenly flashed Klein''s handsome face.

    After a second, he blinked.

    "Ron, you have to admit that some people are different from us."

    ......

    Students from snake college will have some form 2, Klein thinks, which may be related to Salazar, the founder of the college Slytherin''s personal philosophy of "pure blood first".

    So he was not surprised when the little Zhengtai with melon seed face seriously warned him to stay away from those non Slytherin students.

    Don''t ask, it''s a college tradition.

    "The reckless men of Gryffindor and the rice bucket of Hufflepuff are not qualified to play with us. If they have to make a choice, Ravenclaw''s nerds can barely."

    Draco straightened up like a little snake with its head raised and spitting out a message.

    Behind him, Crabbe and gore also answered one after another.

    "Yes, that''s it." "Boss Klein, forget the waste. They don''t deserve to be your friends."

    "Hey, can you listen to me?"

    Klein smiled helplessly and put down his wizard playing cards.

    "Of course."

    Draco nodded repeatedly, very clever.

    "Thank you."

    After thanking, Klein blinked and asked the three a question.

    "What is the most important thing in your heart?"

    What is the most important?

    The question caught Draco and the three at once.

    After thinking for a while, they gave their own answers.

    "Honor!" "Power!" "Wealth!"

    Klein smiled, not surprisingly.

    Draco was born in a pure blood family, and his traditional thought made him feel that honor was above all else; Crabbe is a big man, and violence is his favorite; Gore has a difficult family and is somewhat greedy.

    "So, Klein, what''s your answer? What do you want most?"

    Seeing the look on Klein''s face, Draco couldn''t help asking.

    "Me?"

    After pulling the corners of his mouth, Klein stretched out his hand and slowly closed his five fingers.

    "Children make choices. I want honor, strength and wealth!"

    The language fell, and the atmosphere became a little strange.

    Draco looked at Klein as if petrified. His mouth opened again and again, but he still couldn''t say any words.

    "All" is crazy!

    however......

    How handsome!

    "That''s a very snake yard style answer. You''re a real Slytherin."

    Draco and Klein were so shocked that they couldn''t speak, but a deep hoarse voice came behind them.

    "Blood man barrow" suddenly poked his head out of the wall, revealing empty eyes and thin face.

    "Hello, Mr. barrow. I thought you were at the astronomy tower."

    Klein and Slytherin''s ghosts nodded and smiled friendly - it''s necessary to have a good relationship with the ghosts, which will let you know a lot of secrets.

    Of course, except for the naughty ones.

    "I overheard your conversation, Greenwald. You''re fine. Recently, the ghosts have been talking about you. You will become the pride of the snake yard. I have no doubt about it."

    "Blood man barrow" flashed a trace of satisfaction in those dark eyes.

    Then, in a rather strange gesture, he turned his head and stared at the three Draco who were too frightened to speak.

    "As for you... Mediocre wretches, putting aside your vulgar ideas and following smart people is what you should do most."

    Barrow opened his mouth calmly, as if he were stating the simplest fact.

    "Remember, cunning, shrewd, judging the situation and being wise."

    With that, he ignored Draco and looked at Klein again.

    "Whatever your last name, Slytherin will help you reach your peak!"

    "Of course, the glory goes to the snake yard."

    Hearing the speech, Klein was thoughtful, but he still didn''t hesitate. He smiled faintly, and his blue eyes were like shining stars.

    "Very good."

    Barrow nodded and floated into the wall again.

    When the terrible ghost disappeared completely, Draco three suddenly relaxed and collapsed on the carved armchair.

    "Dumbledore moves very fast."

    Ignoring the sweaty little partner on the opposite side, Klein tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers. Judging from the conversation just now, the well-informed ghost obviously heard something.

    "But... That''s good."

    With a movement of his fingertips, he closed his eyes.

    In the light of the miserable green lights in the lounge, the boy''s expression was calm and confident.