"Dumbledore told me that you and Potter defeated Chilo together?

And even protected two Gryffindor brats? "

Severus slammed the book in his hand on the table. His expression was serious, as if he was about to explode. "Who do you think you are?

A savior?

A saint?

And a broken rib?

An arrogant second-year?! "

"I …" Pessatuben wanted to explain, but he didn't know how. Should he just say that The Dark Lord thought he was a descendant of his followers, or Severus?

He was afraid that he would be locked up forever. In the end, he didn't say anything.

"Shut up, Prins. I thought you were calmer than your peers, but it seems that I was wrong. The sorting hat should have sent you to Gryffindor. Arrogant, reckless, but you get along so well with Gryffindor. You're an eye-opener, sir."

Pessatuben noticed that Severus was subconsciously touching his arm. There was a Death Eater's mark there.

"Get out. The experiment is finished. I don't think you need to come here anymore." This meant that he didn't want to see Pessatuben again.

"Professor!" Pessatuben said nervously. "But I —"

"I said —" Severus seemed to be enduring something. "Get out."

Pessatuben finally left the office. Before he left, he seemed to have seen Severus tighten his grip on his arm?

Was it The Dark Lord? Severus probably sensed that The Dark Lord was still alive?

Pessatuben suppressed his doubts and quickly rushed to his dorm.

Thanks to his broken rib, Pessatuben was able to recuperate for a week. Other than the time he spent in the school hospital, he had been recuperating for the past two days.

Back in the dormitory, he took out a pen and was about to write a letter to Gigi. Yes, Pessatuben had asked Gigi to take care of some of the Prins' letters. Except for the most important ones, the rest were kept by Gigi. At the same time, Gigi was also allowed to write to Pessatuben.

In Pessatuben's letter, he asked Gigi to pay attention to a few noble families that used to belong to the Death Eaters. If anything happened, she should report back and be fully prepared.

Soon, he received Gigi's reply. Gigi said that she would strictly follow her master's orders and solve his problems!

Time passed in this long period of being despised by Severus.

At the graduation banquet, the auditorium was decorated in the colors of the schools that won the School Championship last semester. It was Slytherin's silver-green color.

Professor Mcgonagall knocked on his cup and signaled the students to quiet down. Dumbledore stood up and announced the final ranking of the schools.

"One school year has ended." Dumbledore looked at the students. "Now, it's time to announce the School Championship."

"The scores of each school are as follows. Fourth place, Gryffindor, with a total of 312 points."

Except for Gryffindor's students, everyone else applauded. Obviously, this ranking was a disgrace to Gryffindor.

Harry looked disappointed. Even Hermione did not have the mood to comfort him.

"Fourth place, heh." As usual, Draco expressed his disdain for Gryffindor.

Pessatuben did not care about this. After all, the principal would give extra points later. He just did not know if he would be ostracized by Slytherin's students. After all, it was unimaginable to be with three Gryffindor, especially Draco.

"Third place, Hufflepuff, with a total of 352 points." This nice guy's school did not have any outstanding points. It was normal for them to be able to hold on to this kind of score.

Hufflepuff's students were quite happy. To them, the ranking was not the most important thing.

"Second place, Ravenclaw, with a total of 436 points." It was almost 90 points more than the third place. The applause started to grow louder.

This was probably due to their rich knowledge.

"First place, with a total of 477 points. Congratulations, Slytherin."

Draco was so excited that he high-fived the students around him. This was his first time winning the School Championship. His face was full of pride.

Pessatuben looked in Severus's direction. Although the latter was expressionless, he could not help but applaud. He was obviously very satisfied with the result.

"Very good, Slytherin. Very good, but —" Dumbledore suddenly changed the topic. "Recent events must also be taken into consideration."

Severus's expression froze for a second, as if he was thinking about something.

"I still have some final points to reward," Dumbledore continued. At this time, everyone pricked up their ears.

"Miss Hermione Granger. She was calm, clever, and knowledgeable. She solved the problem that was holding her back.

50 points. "

Gryffindor's team was happy and congratulated Hermione.

Draco's expression was serious and very unhappy. He obviously did not expect Dumbledore to do this. This was simply openly favoring Gryffindor.

"Don't worry, Draco. The School Championship can only be ours."

Pessatuben rested his chin on his hand and looked at Severus, intentionally or otherwise. The latter glared at him and ignored him.

"Mr. Ron Weasley. He played a good game of chess. No one can match his skill.

50 points. "

At this time, Gryffindor's ranking had dropped to third place.

"How is this possible!" Draco said angrily. His eyes were so fierce that they could bite someone to death.

“

Mr. Harry Potter. You have guts and courage.

70 points. "

"They!" Draco poked Pessatuben wildly. "They surpassed you!"

"It's not over yet."

"What!?

It's not over yet?

More points!? "Draco ignored the question of why Pessatuben knew to ask for more points.

"It takes courage to stick to one's principles when facing an enemy. It takes even more courage to stick to one's principles when facing a friend. 10 points to Navel-Longbottom!"

"Wow!!!" "That's great!!" "We surpassed Slytherin!"

Gryffindor's team cheered, cheering for the School Championship that they were about to win.

"Silence." Dumbledore did not announce the results. Obviously, there were more.

"Now." Pessatuben smiled at Draco. "Get ready to cheer, little prince."

"??" Draco was dumbfounded.

"Not long ago, I received a letter from the Merlin Knights. They are very happy that the magic world will have another extremely talented Master Potioneer. They have awarded a Level 3 Merlin medal to the child who discovered an even more perfect potion. For this, 100 points. Mr. Persatuben Prins, you have extremely high attainments in Potioneering. I hope to see more of your talents one day."

"Really?!" Draco asked in surprise. "You and the professor's research was successful?!"

"It should be. I didn't participate in the follow-up, but it's basically done."

Pessatuben listened to the cheers around him and looked at Severus. The latter seemed to be smiling, but it was obviously difficult for him to make such an expression.

Pessatuben's points for the adventure on the third floor weren't added. It seemed that Severus had gone to Dumbledore. After all, Slytherin and Gryffindor were both given points for the same reason. It was inevitable that they would be rejected.

Pessatuben looked at his professor with gratitude.

"In the end, if I'm not wrong, Slytherin is still the winner of the School Championship. Congratulations." Dumbledore sounded a bit disappointed.

Gryffindor was quite happy. After all, they were no longer at the bottom.

The other students were also applauding and congratulating them. Slytherin students were very proud.

In the end, the flag hanging above the hall was still green.

The next morning, Pessatuben dragged his luggage and followed Draco onto the train leaving school.

"Can you come to our house this time?" Draco asked. "My mother really wants to see you.

Oh, and my father too. "

"Yeah, probably?"

"What do you mean 'probably'?

Are you rejecting me?! "Draco couldn't believe his ears.

Pessatuben helped Draco put his luggage on the train. After a semester, he was already a head taller than Draco. He had probably entered the so-called growth period.

"I need some private time, Draco," Pessatuben explained. "After all, I'm an heir. You, on the other hand, are still a child who doesn't need to worry about anything."

"I'm not a child anymore, Pösa," Draco retorted.

"Alright, big boy. Can you help me pass my luggage over?" Pessatuben gestured. "You're blocking it."

"Hmph. Anyway, this time we must open up the air network!" Draco passed his luggage to Pessatuben. "I can take you to our family's Quidditch field!

We can play Quidditch! "

Draco was already imagining a beautiful vacation.

"First of all, you need to finish your homework. Let me remind you, sir. You don't want to be disliked by Severus when school starts, do you? I remember that he has high expectations for you?" Pessatuben sat down and took out a newspaper.

"I believe in my own abilities. At the same time, I believe that you will guide me."

Draco leaned over. "You mentioned something about you and Gryffindor's twins. How's it going?"

"What?" Pessatuben turned the page. "You want to join in as well?"

"Tch. I don't want to have anything to do with those stupid lions. I'm just afraid that they're too stupid and will be wasted." Draco looked at the newspaper's introduction. "What's that?

Gidro Lockhart?

The most charming smile?

Someone with such a superficial appearance?

He even received a third Merlin badge.

The Magus Weekly is getting more and more ridiculous. "

Even more ridiculous is yet to come, child.

"At least they're still making money for me."

Pessatuben looked at the smiling man in the newspaper. "Gidro Lockhart, a perfect dream lover?

His masterpiece, 'Wandering with a Werewolf'?

I didn't know that there were people who dared to live with werewolves. "

Pessatuben thought of Lu Pin, the werewolf that he had once tied up. At that time, Lu Pin was still a teenager and was relatively easy to deal with. Now, it seemed that an adult werewolf was even more lethal. A simple vine would be difficult to deal with.

The candy cart was slowly pushed over. Pessatuben was always full of curiosity about these strange little things.

"Draco, do you want some?"

"…" Draco's expression was one of refusal, but he still stammered. "If you insist, then I'll have some."

Pessatuben replied with a series of mockery.