Glory To Slytherin

Chapter 35

Stars immersed in the sea, and fine waves surged into the Milky Way.

The night view of Hogwarts is also a must-see. The stars flicker under the dark night, the towering castle is brightly lit, and the school seems to be covered with a hazy veil.

The Black Lake is quiet and deep, sparkling in the light of the stars. The colorful ball fish swim happily inside, Grindillo chasing behind with his tentacles, and Motra Rats sprinting around on the shore.

Ulysses walked aimlessly. It was curfew and there was no one on the road. Even if there were, some couples took the risk of violating school regulations and hid in the woods under the cover of night to do some shameful things.

Just like now, Ulysses passed by a forest, and there was a whispered groan from inside.

There are also a few sentences like “mine is big, you have to bear with it” intermittently floating out of it.

Ulysses smiled knowingly, ready to go away without disturbing them. But he suddenly discovered that the male voice from inside seemed familiar.

Ulysses listened carefully for a while, feeling speechless. He thought for a while, walked to a pavilion not far away and sat down, took out “The Secret of Top Transfiguration Technique”, and turned the pages of the book under the soft light of fluorescent flashing.

In the woods, Anderson and a beautiful girl were enjoying the aftermath of the battle. After a while, the two snuggled out of the woods.

Anderson looked around vigilantly, scanning the place where people might be haunted. It was obviously not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

However, at The next moment, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. He saw his roommate on the bench in the pavilion.

He took the shoulders of his new girlfriend, walked over generously, sat down opposite Ulysses, and asked with a smile:

“Reading here so late?”

“Can’t sleep.”

Ulysses replied concisely and looked up at the girl next to Anderson with a smile, “What do you call it?”

“Jordy Ellie.”

The Hufflepuff girl’s face was red, Ulysses’ eyes were so penetrating, she was a little embarrassed, and whispered.

“Anderson has a good vision.”

Ulysses said with a smile.

“Of course.”

Anderson responded with a slight pride, gave Jordi Ellie a light kiss on the forehead, patted her shoulder, and whispered, “My dear, you go back first. I’ll sit with him for a while. Be careful. Point, don’t let Filch catch it.”

“Okay. Go home early.”

Jordi Allie said obediently, waved at Ulysses, and walked quietly into the castle.

“Let’s go, how long are you going to talk about? I don’t want to remember her name and see you change to a new one the next day.”

Ulysses closed the book and said teasingly, “By the way, I seem to have heard this name…”

“The day you first came, I said I wanted to introduce Gerald, but that guy was not up to date. Fortunately, he was not up to date, otherwise I would be a little bit reluctant to be such a good girl…”

Anderson shrugged, leaned close to Ulysses, raised his eyebrows and asked:

“Why, I beat that Valen Shaker and I’m too excited to fall asleep?”

Ulysses chuckled, without telling the strange dream, and said lightly:

“A Warren Shaker is not enough to excite me. I’m just wondering whether the pure-blooded families in the British magical world all have this virtue…”

Anderson was silent for a while, and said slowly:

“Not at all. I am also from the Shafik family in the 28th pure-blood family, so let me talk to you.”

He leaned on the back of the bench, looking up at the starry sky, “The Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Family, also called Sacred Twenty-Eight Family, refers to the existing pure-blood family that has been passed down hundreds of years ago. Of course, you are a Lestrange, you must know this concept.”

“In the past, the status of the twenty-eight families was unshakable. They held most of the power of the magic world, politics, wealth, and prestige, and they were firmly in their hands. In contrast, the Minister of Magic was nothing but nothing. The glory of a period of time made them feel that they are superior, and they are born to be the masters of the magic world.”

Anderson’s tone was indifferent and he couldn’t hear the emotions. “They look down on mixed races and Muggles. This concept continues to this day.”

“In the past two centuries, the ranks of non-pure-blood wizards have gradually grown, and they have gradually gained a greater right to speak. There have been several large-scale conflicts between them, and the pure-blood family has suffered more defeats and less victory, and suffered a big loss. The pure-blood families had to cede some of their power, and from then on retreating again and again.”

“The last few decades have been the most turbulent decades in the British magical world. Two generations of Dark Lords have come to power, and pure-blooded families have teamed up, and the result is that both generations of Dark Lords ended in failure. Grindelwald has been imprisoned by Numonga Germany, and Voldemort died in the hands of the famous savior Harry Potter—perhaps not dead. Last year there were rumors that the savior protected the Philosopher’s Stone and defeated Voldemort once.”

Ulysses listened quietly. At this time Anderson was not like a playboy at all, but a true descendant of a pure-blooded family. But from his mouth, Ulysses couldn’t hear the slightest sense of being proud of this identity.

“These two failures have caused a huge blow to the pure-blood family, and they have been completely devastated. Except for a few families that can maintain their power, the influence of other families is not as good as before. Of course, the lean camel is bigger than the horse. No one knows if they have any cards.”

“The Shaker family is one of those debilitating families. They are eager to return to their former status, so they inevitably act too hastely when training younger generations. Most of them are eager for quick success and short-sighted. However, not all pure-blood descendants are like that.”

Anderson said softly, and Ulysses nodded:

“It can be seen from you.”

He pondered for a moment and opened the conversation, “The French pure-blood family is the same. It’s just that Voldemort’s power has not spread to France, so their situation is better…Huh, are there other people at this time?”

Ulysses raised his brows and looked far away, falling on a small figure at the end of the path.

Anderson also froze for a moment, shocked by Ulysses’ keen perception.

When the figure walked in cautiously, Ulysses narrowed his eyes after seeing her face clearly.

Ginny Weasley, with red hair, looked at the two people sitting in the pavilion, and a hurried expression of panic and unnaturalness appeared on her face. One of them was Ulysses she knew. Naturally, she couldn’t pretend that she didn’t see it, so she hesitated to say hello to him.

“It’s not a good habit to come out for night tours in first grade, Ginny.”

Ulysses said with a smile.

Ginny blushed and hesitated and couldn’t speak.

“Go back quickly and avoid Filch.”

Ulysses didn’t tease her anymore, and Ginny slid into the castle with a cat as if she was amnesty after hearing it.

“Another pure blood.”

Anderson commented on the side, “Weasley…Some people say they are a shame in the pure-blood family, but this little girl looks pretty good.”

I don’t know what this “not bad” refers to.

Ulysses ignored him this time. He looked at the way Ginny had come, his eyes gleaming faintly.

There is the direction of the Forbidden Forest.