Harry clenched his fists slightly, anger flaring in his eyes.
Just as he was about to make his move, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind him, pouncing on the two speakers and throwing punch after punch at them, especially hitting the face of the one who had just been talking. The three of them scuffled and fell to the ground together. Only then did Harry see that the speaker was Justin, who had previously misunderstood him, and the person who had rushed forward was Colin!
One against two, and Colin was only a first-year—he quickly found himself at a disadvantage.
Harry stepped forward, grabbed Colin, and pulled him away from the two attackers' counterattacks. At the same time, he kicked Justin in the face, sending him tumbling back, then said with eyes full of anger, "Spreading rumors behind people's backs is so boring. I'm right here now—why don't you make things clear to my face?"
Justin and his companion looked at Harry and took a step back, clearly somewhat afraid of him.
"Harry Potter, this is Hogwarts—don't think you can hurt us!"
Seeing their reaction, Harry's lips curved into a cold smile. "Since you're so certain I'm Slytherin's heir, let me tell you now—you two are my next targets. Don't you dare be alone or leave your common room. If I catch you alone, then I'll definitely..."
Harry deliberately left his sentence unfinished. Looking at the terrified faces of Justin and his friend, he sneered again, then turned and pulled the bewildered Colin away from the Great Hall.
Standing outside the Great Hall, Colin looked at Harry in confusion and asked, "H-Harry, is it really you?"
Harry looked at Colin helplessly and said, "Of course it's not me. I was just scaring them...
Alright, Colin, I really appreciate you helping me this time. Go to the hospital wing quickly and get those injuries on your face treated. I have things to do, so I won't talk more with you."
"Oh, oh, okay."
Colin responded, then watched Harry turn and leave. Suddenly, he felt that Harry seemed different now—more charismatic as a leader than before, making Colin admire him even more.
Harry was unaware of Colin's inner thoughts. He went directly back to the common room to retrieve the Polyjuice Potion, added some of Crabbe's hair (who was relatively smarter) then left the Gryffindor common room. On his way to the Slytherin common room, he found a deserted place and drank the Polyjuice Potion.
The taste of Polyjuice Potion varied depending on whose body tissue was added. Previously, when Sean had drunk the potion with the drunkard's hair, it tasted like cheap beer. The potion Harry now drank, containing Crabbe's hair, had a strong, sweaty odor that nearly made him vomit.
After swallowing the potion, Harry transformed into Crabbe's appearance. Moving his now-bulky body slightly, Harry walked to the entrance of the Slytherin common room. Looking at the wall before him, he suddenly realized he didn't know the password to enter the Slytherin common room!
Covering his face helplessly, Harry was wondering if anyone was preparing to enter the Slytherin common room so he could follow them in when Malfoy happened to arrive beside him. Looking at Harry disguised as Crabbe, he asked, "Crabbe, where's Goyle?"
"Goyle... Goyle ate too much and has diarrhea."
"Alright, let's go in then. Pure-blood!"
With Malfoy's password, the door to the Slytherin common room appeared, and Harry followed Malfoy inside.
Sean sat at a table in the common room with Blaise and Andy, the three of them talking. Recently, Andy's business had improved considerably. Without those underhanded tactics, Dorian simply couldn't compete with Andy. Of course, this didn't mean Dorian had given up using those methods—they just weren't very effective anymore.
Sean picked up his cup and took a sip, then suddenly noticed Crabbe following Malfoy in. Instinctively, Sean felt something was off about this Crabbe—he seemed different from usual.
Suddenly, Sean seemed to realize something. His gaze toward Crabbe changed, and he smiled, then continued drinking his tea without interfering.
He and Harry were friends, but he wasn't a babysitter.
There was no need to get involved in everything.
"Sean, Valentine's Day is coming up this year. Are you ready to receive letters?"
Hearing Blaise's words, Sean suddenly realized there was such a thing as Valentine's Day.
Last year, Sean had been something of an outsider in Slytherin, and no one had written him letters for Valentine's Day. But predictably, this year should be completely different from last year. However, Sean wasn't particularly interested in these letters—women would only slow down his wand-drawing speed, so he didn't want to get involved romantically at this time.
Of course, this also had to do with Sean not having met anyone who moved his heart.
As soon as Blaise finished speaking, Andy looked at Sean and smiled, "Sean, you're quite a skilled potioneer now. Make sure you don't get hit with a love potion. Every year at Hogwarts, someone gets dosed with love potions and causes quite a commotion. You need to be careful."
Sean nodded, "Don't worry, I'm very familiar with love potions—I brew at least two bottles every week. Of course, I should still be careful. You can rest assured."
As Valentine's Day gradually approached, the atmosphere at Hogwarts seemed to turn pink, diluting everyone's fear of the Basilisk. Perhaps this was also related to the fact that Slytherin's heir and the Basilisk hadn't caused any trouble recently.
February 14th.
Valentine's Day.
Sean sat in the Great Hall eating breakfast when colorful confetti fell from the ceiling, landing right in his plate.
Frowning, Sean looked up at the Great Hall, which Lockhart had decorated with Valentine's Day themes, and sighed helplessly.
The Great Hall was now covered with large pink flowers on the walls, and massive amounts of colorful confetti kept falling from the ceiling, causing great inconvenience to students and professors during meals.
At this moment, Lockhart was sitting at the staff table wearing pink robes, making all the professors sitting beside him look stern-faced, clearly unimpressed with Lockhart's behavior.
Looking at his Head of House's grim expression, Sean smiled and continued eating.
Today was the day Sean planned to obtain the Memory Charm—it would also serve to vent some frustration for his Head of House. Now he just needed to wait for the letters to arrive so he could begin his plan.